Just when the Cairo government thought the French were its loyal allies, Conrobell was already preparing for an invasion of Cairo. Before leaving, Conrobel promised Arabi's Egyptian troops that they would receive a sum of military aid, but in reality this was only to stabilize the Egyptian army and give Yusuf a certain amount of time, as long as Suf's army was in charge of guarding Cairo's left side, it would provide an opportunity for Conrobel's invasion.

While the northern part of Egypt is still firing artillery, there is silence near the Suez Canal. Since they harvested the raiding British troops here, the British army has never tried to take the Suez Canal again, and break through from the Eastern Front, they honestly focused on the Egyptian army's defensive line, after all, Wolseley is also a soft persimmon pinch, although the French declared war on the British, but they did not take the initiative to attack, so they will not take the initiative to provoke the Franco-German army at this time.

But Conrobel was deploying his Egyptian strategy, and it wasn't until the dawn on the chessboard that he smiled triumphantly. Although the vast majority of these wars were instructed and directed by Napoleon.

The Tuileries Palace is the real chess player behind the scenes, with Conrobert playing the role of right and left hand at best.

The Franco-German forces began to move, and they prepared a surprise infantry detachment, intending to attack Cairo from the direction of Taylor Kebir directly from the left side of Cairo. While everyone was still in the dark, he took the entire southern part of Egypt in one go, and formed a north-south trend with the British army that was still facing off in the north.

Wolseley wondered what it would be like to know that he had worked so the front lines and had allowed the French to take the fruits of victory from the rear.

However, Conrobert was in no mood to take care of the emotions of the British at this time.

Yusuf was already on the defensive line ready to join forces with the outside and to move as soon as he saw that Robert's French army had arrived.

Entering the quiet night, a bright moon hangs over the desert and pyramids, shrouded in the ancient Nile Valley. Under the cover of night, the town garrisoned by the Franco-German army had begun a curfew, but in the dark streets, which were cut off from the lights, the soldiers were moving rapidly with neat steps. Their aim was to reach Tayl Kebir before the rising sun, and to allow Youssef to allow the French to attack Cairo from behind, with the goal of eventually taking control of southern Egypt.

The French chose to keep it simple, and did not use all their artillery units, but quickly approached the rear of the enemy by means of an infantry rush, and everything was done quietly, and the Egyptians did not even know that their allies had betrayed them.

Yusuf was already waiting for the arrival of the French, who tore a hole in the military defenses stationed along the river and passed them exclusively for the French. For him, it is better to find a strong backer at this time, and I can find a force to invest in the next war.

So Yusuf and Conrobert hit it off, but Napoleon, who was far away in Egypt, had already anticipated this situation, and all his plans were within his plans. After capturing Cairo, the French army would push back the British Army from the southern and eastern fronts.

The first collaboration between the Tricolor and the Deutsche Eagle was aimed squarely at the heart of the capitalist world, London.

Yusuf waited quietly for Conrobel's arrival, and he had even given up this resistance. Because when Conrobel appeared, he already knew that the Fatherland Party was exhausted in popularity, and that no one could hold his own position in the conflict and confrontation between the two European imperialists, either clinging to one or the other, or being suppressed by both until they were eliminated.

He could already see that things were not going well when the French insisted on holding troops in the Suez Canal, but Arabi insisted that the Egyptians would be able to resist the powerful invaders, and even bet all his bets on Cairo.

"France, forward!"

As the order was given, the vast war machine was in motion, and every grim face was silent as they trodden through the desert and headed for their destination. And after this period of running-in, there is more and more tacit understanding between the French army and the German army.

Under the moonlight, they began to move quickly in the direction of their destination.

The horses neighed, and the sound of those trampling on the ground seemed to be the trembling and terrified spirits of the Mamluk cavalrymen who had been killed by the French smoothbore bullets and shotguns.

Once again, the French army set foot on the land, and the souls of those who had slept under the pyramids and died under the bullets of the First Reich legions seemed to tremble with unease.

Egypt, France's god of war is back!

In the moonlight, the coat of arms glowed with a silvery white glow.

The advancing army marched in unison, the horses trampled across the desert, and the tricolor rushed towards them. Compared to the tattered Egyptian soldiers around them, the French are more like the gods of war in the moonlight.

"Soldiers, forty centuries of history at the top of the pyramid are staring at you!"

Yusuf's mind coldly came up with what Napoleon had said, and then he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine when he looked at the Franco-German troops rushing towards him. They had fought the British for so long and had never felt like this.

It was as if what appeared in front of him was the Imperial Legion that had defeated Mamukru more than eighty years ago. The pharaohs of ancient Egypt also sang praises to this army.

A tall steed appeared in front of Yusuf, causing him to turn his head from a momentary distraction, and fell to the ground with a pipe in his mouth.

The young Conrobert himself mounted his horse and prepared to launch this raid. He looked at General Yusuf condescendingly, his tone devoid of any emotion, revealing a chill as cold as a bayonet.

Behind him, an army of several thousand men, ready to take a long drive to Cairo's back and surprise Arabi with an unexpected surprise.

The Imperial Legion has returned.

The bayonets, glowing in the cold moonlight, reflected every restless Egyptian, and the French army saw fear in their faces.

It was a fear that was imprinted in the hearts of Egyptians and would not be erased with the passage of time. Forty centuries of history gaze at the tip of the pyramid as the Imperial Legion arrives.

From the past to the present, they have never died.

The coercion from the European continent has always been there.

Conrobel said indifferently, "General Yusuf, lead the way." ”