The rebel Eighth Division had only just emerged from the desert and reached Ugsur City when, before they could launch an attack, they were met by the surging waters of the Nile River.
Fortunately, this place was already far from the Aswan Dam. The floodwaters had long since spread out in every direction; though the downstream water level had risen, it had not reached the point of flooding the city.
Gazing at the ceaselessly flowing Nile, Lieutenant Colonel Huthier sighed. "Order the troops to camp where they are. Rest and reorganize for a day first, then send scouts to find out what happened upstream as quickly as possible."
Though he did not know exactly what had happened, Huthier knew it was certainly connected to Lieutenant General Jarrett.
Falkenhayn said, "You can tell from the water level that the rebels blew up the Aswan Dam. We just don't know how successful they were.
"If they managed to deal the French army a heavy blow, then sending us here in secret was not simply about feigning an attack on Ugsur.
Everyone present was among the elite of the Austrian army. Changes in the battlefield situation could not escape their eyes.
Originally, the rebel headquarters had ordered the Eighth Division to infiltrate secretly, feign an attack on Ugsur to draw the main French force back, and buy time for the rebels.
They called it infiltration, but in truth, it was impossible for an army of nearly ten thousand men to erase every trace of its march.
At first, Huthier and the others had prepared to be ambushed by the French. They had proceeded with extreme caution all the way, even detouring through part of the desert.
Yet the facts proved that they had simply overthought it. The French had not taken them seriously