A reckless battle plan

Seeing Ney about to bow with his hand on his chest, Moreau casually waved his hand:

"Oh, you don't need to be too grateful. The Cavalry Regiment of God's Guidance is simply following in the footsteps of honor."

Ney paused, really wanting to kick this despicable Nobility twice.

He took a deep breath and said, "I still want to thank you for your reinforcements. However, it is ultimately we who held Tamirai."

"Oh?" Moreau glanced at the Tunisia contingent beside him. "If they hadn't been holding back the enemy, you and your men would probably be stuck outside Tamirai."

"They are also under my command..."

"No, no," Moreau grinned like a sly fox, "I ordered them to defend the west side of the city. You can ask your Messenger if you don't believe me, well, hopefully he wasn't killed in action."

Ney paused again, then gave his attendant a wink. The attendant quickly left, only to return a moment later, nodding and saying, "Lieutenant, it was indeed Lieutenant Moreau's order."

"God..."

More than half an hour later, the other soldiers brought by Ney finally caught up after regrouping.

Subsequently, the remaining Nobility cavalry arrived, though most of them came on foot.

To save time, Moreau selected 150 skilled horsemen and had the others hand over their horses to them. With three horses per person, they galloped all the way to catch up with the reinforcements to Ney.

After their cooperation, the Nobility and commoners were no longer as hostile as before, and immediately returned to Tamirai City together.

Outside the City Hall, Ney glanced at the setting sun and said to Moreau, "It seems the Morocco won't be coming today."

"So, may we go have dinner now?"

Ney gave him a subtle glare, then turned and walked westward towards the city. "Take this opportunity to have the soldiers build a breastwork. It will be useful when the enemy attacks tomorrow."

"A breastwork?" Moreau frowned. "Are you planning to hold this place to the death?"

"Of course, otherwise why would we be risking our lives to hold off the Morocco today?"

Moreau waved his hand dismissively. "Didn't you hear the news? The Morocco army has at least tens of thousands of men, and we... oh, how many soldiers did you bring?"

"855 people. Now only 782 people remain."

"Well, we have less than 1,800 men in total. Adding the Tunisia soldiers, that's about 2,000." Moreau gestured around. "If we stay here, we'll be surrounded immediately. This town has no fortifications to rely on."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Ney scoffed. "General Sherer must already know about the attack here; his army will arrive in three or four days."

"We can't hold out here for more than two days."

"Able."

"Cannot."

"Do as you please. You can take your men and leave; I'll guard Tamirai myself."

Are you confident?

"... No."

"That's reckless," Moreau interrupted before the other could get angry. "If we're going to be reckless, why don't we use a method with a higher success rate?"

Ney looked at him with some surprise. "What idea do you have?"

"It's simple, leave the Tunisia soldiers and your wounded in town," Moreau said. "Well, that might not be enough, so leave the Servant too."

More than half of the Nobility brought Servant with them, and these Servant had some training and combat skills.

"This will leave nearly a thousand people in the city. Let them impersonate us, while we head south of Tamirai."

Ney asked instinctively, "Where are we going?"

"Of course, we'll pretend to be General Sherer's troops," Moreau said with a sly smile.

Before dawn the next day, the Nobility army and the commoner army left Tamirai together.

Ney glanced at the large truckloads of supplies, then looked back at the town, turning to Moreau with some unease, and asked, "Where did you get all this stuff? Did you steal it...?"

"You're insulting me," Moreau said, feigning anger. "These were all requisitioned for us by the Municipal Commissioner overnight."

"Oh? But you don't have the authority to conscript."

They were all there to replenish the ranks of the Sherer Legion. Before they officially reported for duty, they didn't even have unit numbers, let alone any supplies to be requisitioned.

"Yes, I told them it was authorized by General Sherer."

"God!" Ney leaned closer nervously and whispered, "This will lead to Military Tribunal!"

"So you'd better pray we win."

I will pray for you.

No, it's for you.

"I?"

"Yes, I told them I was relaying your orders."

"... You're a real scoundrel."

The two men led their respective troops to a location more than 10 kilometers away from Tamirai before choosing a high ground to set up camp. The Camp was built to be more than twice the size of what they needed.

Soon, Moreau's Hussars arrived to report, "Lieutenant, the Morocco have begun their attack on Tamirai. There are over 3,000 enemy troops."

Ney exclaimed in alarm, "We must go to their rescue!"

Moreau glanced at his Pocket Watch, then shook his head. "No need," he said. "One thousand men can hold out in the town for four or five hours. And it will be dark in two hours."

He put away his watch. "Everyone, get some rest. We'll launch a preemptive attack first thing tomorrow morning. That's more like the spirit of General Sherer."

The next day.

Morocco general Agord, Blacks, looked through his Telescope at the nearly 5,000 troops surrounding Tamirai, a cold smile flashing in his eyes.

There should be fewer than two thousand French Army in the town, or perhaps Tunisia troops, but as long as my own troops launch an attack, we will definitely be able to take this place today.

Although the match was a day late as Ide Pasha had hoped, they were still able to capture the port of Bissell before the main French forces returned to reinforce.

He waved his finger to the attendant beside him, and soon a deep horn sounded all around, and more than a dozen cannons began to pour shells into the town.

Agord looked at the Wood fence surrounding Tamirai, now in ruins, and was about to order a full-scale attack when two cavalrymen rushed up to him, saluted, and said, "General, a French Army has appeared on our right flank and seems poised to attack."

"Hmm? How many people?"

"It's not quite clear yet. They have a large number of guard cavalry, making it difficult to get close."

Where did this large contingent of the French Army come from in this area? After a moment's thought, Agord turned his horse and rode south.

Agord heard the booming sound of artillery fire some distance from the Morocco army's right flank.

He silently counted in his mind; there should be more than 15 cannons. This was definitely the main force of the French Army!

Could it be Sherer Legion arriving?

Out of caution, Agord quickly withdrew his troops from the siege of Tamirai and set up a defensive line on the south side.

Not far from the Morocco army, a group of the French Army soldiers were filling a dozen or so iron barrels covered with cowhide with Gunpowder, packing it tightly, sealing the openings with mud, and then igniting the Gunpowder through a small hole at the back of the barrels.

Instantly, flames shot out in all directions, accompanied by a series of deafening roars.