Life of Being a Crown Prince in France-Chapter 514 - 427 "Tribal Warriors

Meanwhile, in the Ksar Hellal Palace in Tunis City, Tunisian intelligence director Isaac was discussing the same topic with his subordinates.

"Yes, there must be tribes willing to risk breaking the law just for some money," Isaac said with a cold laugh, "In fact, we need such ’examples’."

"Need?" a nearby intelligence officer asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"The Palace of Versailles has issued an order. If a sheriff is killed in a severe case, the tribe he was in charge of will face harsh punishment," Isaac explained, "If the clan leader takes responsibility proactively, all the tribe’s top ranks will be arrested. If no one steps forward, then all the adults in the tribe will become laborers!"

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

"Don’t worry." The intelligence director waved his hand dismissively, "This is the grave crime of killing a sheriff; no other tribes will sympathize with them. Even the tribe the sheriff hailed from will be grateful to the army for avenging their clansman.

"Once one or two tribes have set an ’example’ for everyone, the others will become very respectful of the sheriffs."

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Algiers.

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Annaba.

The commander of the Algiers Guard, Caheller, desperately rolled up the secret message, his hands trembling so much that it took five or six attempts to finally place the paper into the tube.

The letter, just arrived from Mitidja, could be summarized in one sentence—the British have cut off all aid.

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

Meaning, Algiers now had to face France’s wrath alone...

Lord Dey ordered him to hold Annaba until the ambassador from Algiers finished the ceasefire negotiations with the French.

However, Caheller was very aware that even if he commanded the elite guard of the past, he couldn’t withstand the mighty French—something he had confirmed last year.

And the so-called guard he had at his disposal was nothing more than a ragtag assembly, with less than a year’s training.

He estimated that it would only take 3,000 French soldiers launching a charge, no, even just a few rounds of cannon fire for his defense to crumble.

No, he still had the Moroccan Black Guard. Suddenly, Caheller felt a surge of energy, realizing that with the Moroccans’ help, it might be possible to hold Annaba for a month or two.

He hurriedly waved to his attendant, "Quick, prepare a generous gift. I must see Said Pasha!"

...

In the border town of Tamire in Tunisia.

Lefevre looked through his telescope to the east for the 30th time today, but the view was still nothing but wasteland.

He said to his staff officer, irritated, "Haven’t those fellows arrived yet? My wife with the kids on a trip to the countryside would move faster than them!"

"Uh, yes, Lieutenant Colonel, they are already two days behind the scheduled date..."

"Two days and seven hours!" Lefevre bellowed.

Originally, he had been extremely dissatisfied with being assigned to Tunisia – apart from him, most of the Guard Corps had gone to Silesia to engage in a head-on confrontation with the Prussians. And here he was, playing games with the frail North African "natives"! Even if he won, he wouldn’t have much to boast about later.

Just a month ago, the conflict in the Southern Netherlands had come to an end. Following the withdrawal of the Prussian troops, General Leao led the Austrian army to attack the rebels in Brussels.

The main forces of the Southern Netherlands Rebels had suffered heavy losses, and the defense was mostly composed of new recruits. In addition, the morale was exceptionally low due to the successive withdrawal of Hanover and Prussia.

Therefore, with the help of Lefevre Corps, Leao quickly took Brussels, leading to the dissolution of the States-General of the Netherlands.

Vandernoot, along with some core members of the Brabant revolt, fled to the Netherlands. Most of the other rebels surrendered.

Following this, the Southern Netherlands was back in the hands of Austria, except for the Walloon Region.

Joseph then ordered the Guard Corps to rest and regroup for a month before heading to Silesia for combat.

As for Tunisia, in fact, Sherelle’s Legion alone, consisting of twenty thousand men, was enough to take Annaba. However, Joseph, wanting to exert sufficient deterrence on the various tribes of Tunisia, still dispatched Lefevre with four thousand of the Guard to assist in the battle.

If it wasn’t for Joseph’s order that Lefevre must wait for the "Tribal Warriors" to arrive and take them to the frontline for combat, Annaba would have been taken by Lefevre a week earlier.

Finally, around 4 p.m. that day, an army of nearly five thousand tribal warriors arrived at Tamire in succession. And until noon the next day, the tail of the troop was still outside the town. In addition, hundreds went missing due to falling behind.

Lefevre, already impatient, immediately ordered the Tribal Army to hurry to the frontline. The Guard was ready to launch a forceful assault at any moment.

Ignorant and fearless, the "Tribal Warriors" were eager to take on the challenge, each contemplating how many People of Algiers they would kill to earn a share of military glory to take back home.

The next morning, the breeze dispersed the thin mist. Caheller saw the solemn military formation of the French Army through a telescope and couldn’t help but feel a twinge in his heart.

Soon, a melodious bugle call came from the French side, and then he saw a line of nearly five thousand French soldiers advancing towards them… in a highly disorganized three-row line formation, well, that sort of resembled a line formation.

Not daring to be negligent, Caheller took it for some new tactic of the French, or perhaps a skirmishing formation, and immediately ordered the army to be on alert. At the same time, he sent a message to the Moroccan Imperial Guard to coordinate the defense.

About 50 minutes later, the French "skirmish line" finally made it to a position about 400 paces from the Algiers defensive line – During this time, the formation had broken up twice, and the officers had to stop to reorganize the troops.

Caheller watched the strange French force through his telescope with bewilderment until an attendant reminded him that it was time to fire the cannons.

As the Algiers Army let out a roar, several iron balls with their piercing whistles landed in front of the French ranks. The already somewhat scattered formation suddenly came to a halt.

Less than a minute later, cannon fire flashed again. This time the Algiers artillery was fortunate; three British-made 6-pound cannonballs plunged into the crowd of "Tribal Warriors."

Suddenly, a series of light "crack" sounds rang out, and three trenches of limbs and spume appeared instantly in the midst of the tribal army.

After a moment of silence, those "Tribal Warriors" let out a continuous wail. The officers couldn’t contain them, and immediately, hundreds turned to flee.

When the third round of cannon fire struck, the entire Tribal Army completely collapsed – thousands desperately fled headlong, not stopping even when they came face-to-face with the vanguard of the Guard.

Lefevre’s face darkened as he watched his soldiers pointing their bayonets forward, finally forcing the rout to scatter to the sides.

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