"Tribal Warriors"

Meanwhile, in the Kashir Palace in Tunisia City, Tunisia's intelligence chief Ishaq, was discussing the same topic with his subordinates.

"Yes, there must be tribes willing to take risks for a little money," Ishaq sneered. "In fact, we need just such 'examples'."

"Need?" the intelligence officer beside him asked in surprise. "You mean?"

"Versailles Palace has issued an order that if a serious case occurs involving the murder of Sheriff, the tribe under his jurisdiction will face severe punishment," Ishaq said. "If the Tribal Chief takes responsibility, all high-ranking members of the tribe will be arrested. If no one steps forward, then all the adults in the tribe will be forced into hard labor!"

"Won't this cause a backlash from other tribes?"

"No need to worry." The intelligence director waved his hand calmly. "This is a serious crime of murdering Sheriff. Other tribes certainly won't sympathize with them. In fact, the tribe from which the Sheriff came from will thank the military for avenging their people."

"Once one or two tribes set an example, the other tribes will become very respectful of the Sheriff."

Algiers.

Annaba.

In despair, Algiers Guard Corps Commander Kehler rolled up the secret letter, his hands trembling so much that he repeated the process five or six times before finally putting the roll of paper into the letterbox.

The letter had just arrived from Mitija, and its contents could be summarized in one sentence: the United Kingdom had cut off all aid.

From funding to weapons, from intelligence to military advisors, everything vanished overnight.

In other words, Algiers now has to face France's wrath alone...

Dayi ordered him to hold Annaba until the Algiers ambassador and the France completed armistice negotiations.

However, Kehler knew very well that even if he commanded the same elite Guard Corps he used to have, he would be no match for the powerful France —a fact he had already proven last year.

The so-called Guard Corps under his command was merely a ragtag group cobbled together and trained for less than a year.

He estimated that it would only take 3,000 French Army, one charge, no, even just a few rounds of artillery fire, for his lines to collapse.

No, he also has the Morocco Black Guard Corps. Kehler suddenly realized that with the help of the Morocco, holding Annaba for a month or two should be achievable.

He hurriedly waved to his attendants and said, "Quickly, prepare a generous gift; I'm going to see Said Pasha!"

Tamirai, a border town in Tunisia.

Lefebvre looked eastward through his Telescope for the 30th time today, and all he could see was still barren land.

He said impatiently to the staff officer, "Aren't those guys here yet? My wife and the kids are going much faster than them!"

"Uh, yes, Lieutenant Colonel, they're already two days late..."

"Two days and seven hours!" Lefebvre roared.

He was already extremely dissatisfied with being sent to Tunisia —most of the Royal Guard Legion, except for him, had gone to Silesia to engage in head-on battles with the Prussia. He, on the other hand, was stuck here playing with the weak North Africa "natives"! Even if he won, he would have nothing to brag about.

Just a month ago, the fighting in the Southern Netherlands had come to an end. After the Prussia withdrawal, General Leo had led the Austrian Army to launch an attack on the rebels in Brussels.

The main force of the Southern Netherlands Rebels had suffered heavy losses, and the defenders were mostly new recruits. Moreover, the morale was extremely low due to the withdrawal of troops from Hanover and Prussia.

Therefore, with the help of the Lefebvre Legion, Leo quickly captured Brussels, and the Southern Netherlands Parliament was dissolved.

Van der Noot fled to the Netherlands with some of the core members of the Brabant Revolution. Most of the other rebels surrendered.

With this, except for the Wallonia, the Southern Netherlands returned to Austria control.

Joseph ordered the Royal Guard Legion to rest for a month before heading to Silesia to fight.

As for Tunisia, Sherer Legion would have been enough to take Annaba, but Joseph, in order to have a sufficient deterrent effect on the various tribes of Tunisia, still transferred Lefebvre to lead 4,000 Royal Guard Legion to assist in the battle.

If Joseph hadn't insisted that Lefebvre wait for the "Tribal Warriors" to arrive before taking them to the front lines, Lefebvre might have already captured Annaba a week earlier.

Finally, around 4 p. m. that day, the tribal army of nearly 5,000 people arrived at Tamirai. However, by noon the next day, the tail of the column was still outside the town. In addition, hundreds more people had fallen behind and their whereabouts were unknown.

Lefebvre was already impatient and immediately ordered the tribal army to rush to the front lines. The Royal Guard Legion was already prepared to launch a full-scale attack at any time.

Dreadnought. The "Tribal Warriors" were all eager to fight, plotting to kill a few Algerians and earn some glory.

The next morning, the morning breeze dispersed the thin mist. Kehler saw the grim formation of the French Army through his Telescope, and his heart clenched.

Soon, the melodious Bugle Call came from the French Army, and then he saw a French Army of nearly 5,000 men in a very messy three-tiered line formation, well, that could barely be called a line formation, slowly approaching him.

Kehler dared not be careless, assuming it was a new tactic of the French Army or a Skirmishers formation. He immediately ordered the entire army to be on alert and simultaneously instructed the Moroccan Guard Corps to coordinate the defense.

About 50 minutes later, the France Skirmishers finally managed to get within 400 paces of the Algiers lines—during which time the formation broke up twice, and the officers had to stop and regroup.

Kehler peered suspiciously at the strange French Army through his Telescope until his attendant reminded him that he should fire the cannons.

As a roar erupted from the Algiers' army, several iron balls landed in front of the French Army with a sharp whistling sound. The already somewhat scattered formation immediately came to a halt.

Less than a minute later, another flash of cannon fire appeared. This time, the Algiers Artillery was lucky; three shells from British 6-pound Cannon pierced the ranks of the "Tribal Warriors."

Suddenly, a series of soft "crack" sounds rang out, and three trenches made of limbs and blood foam instantly appeared in the tribal army.

After a moment of silence, the "Tribal Warriors" let out a chorus of wails. The officers were unable to control them, and hundreds immediately turned and fled.

When the third round of artillery fire came, the entire tribal army completely collapsed—thousands of people desperately fled for their lives, and even when they were face to face with the vanguard of the Royal Guard Legion, they still did not stop.

Lefebvre's face was grim as he watched his soldiers point their bayonets forward, finally forcing the fleeing troops to scatter to both sides.

Kehler was completely stunned—had he successfully defended the position?