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The British died, in a ridiculous gesture.

The vast majority of the cavalry died in their arrogance, just as the scene in the Battle of Agincourt in the Hundred Years' War between England and France was repeated, but the roles of France and England were reversed. The British cavalry became the turtle in the urn, and when the smoke of the battlefield had passed, the remaining cavalry became prisoners of the French. He was then escorted to Cairo for interrogation.

Wolseley didn't know about it.

But the captured British, showing little nervousness, were hostile to France.

To a large extent, the interrogation was a mere formality, and the captured British troops were treated humanely – although it was rumored that in the Franco-Prussian War, the French followed the example of the Duke of Piercing and inserted captured German troops into the path of the German army. The scene was so horrible that even Bismarck felt that they were not facing people, but a group of demons.

It is an indisputable fact that Britain has a strong fleet, and anyway, this is only the first tentative encounter, and whether Cairo can hold on is a question. So the British soldiers did not show any panic when they were captured, until they met Commander-in-Chief Conrobert.

He stood at the door of the prisoner of war camp and waited for the arrival of these arrogant Brits, who, though having just suffered a defeat, still looked at each other with a cold look, as if he did not care what the French thought. In any case, according to the prisoner-of-war agreement, the British would not be treated too badly, especially the British officers.

However, the atmosphere today was a little different, Conrobel seemed to be waiting for the arrival of the British captives here, they had just experienced a crushing defeat caused by an ambush, and everyone was holding a resentment in their hearts, so the British officer naturally glared at Conrobel.

This small movement was naturally captured by the other party, and Conrobell waved his hand to signal him to come over. Today, he was originally following Napoleon's orders to give these people a dismount, and since the British officer was so ignorant of promotion, it was up to him to start.

Conrobel lit a cigarette and asked calmly, "What's your name?" ”

"Woods, sir."

"My name is Woods."

So far, the British have been in a position of superiority, and they think that the French are invincible, so they are not qualified to speak to him. Laconrobel doesn't care who you are, years of brutal war have taught him that victory is unscrupulous. Because the loser is never qualified to crusade against others.

The other French soldiers in the barracks all had the attitude of watching the show, and these British who did not know the height of the sky really thought that they were prisoners of war who enjoyed preferential treatment.

The steady and calm Conrobel did not show an aggressive appearance, but sat in front of him very calmly and told the historical story, "Let me tell you a story." It was a long time ago in the Hundred Years' War, and during the Battle of Agincourt, the French cavalry was often harassed by English archers, and the French were so angry that they swore that if they caught an English archer, they would cut off their middle fingers so that they would never be able to pull their bows. Unfortunately, the war was won by the British. The triumphant archers gave their middle fingers and raised them at the French cavalry. Of course, this is just a paragraph, because the defeat of the French cavalry in the Battle of Agincourt was not a factor of the British archers, but I think this paragraph also fully reflects the hatred of the defeated France towards Britain at that time. ”

"What do you mean?"

Woods wiped the mud off his face and said with a sneer, "It's really inexplicable, even if the British cavalry is defeated here today, the outcome of the Battle of Agincourt will not change, if you want to vent the joy of victory and revenge from me, I think you are wrong." ”

Then Conrobel shook his head, "No, I don't have anything good to say about losers. Just like the British, no amount of quibbling could change the outcome of the defeat of the Hundred Years' War. Just like your arrogance today. ”

He dropped the cigarette butt on the sand, stomped it out with his foot, and said in a calm voice, "Losers have consequences, if you know what the consequences are." ”

"I think you've all heard of what the French army did on the Franco-Prussian battlefield, so it's up to you to judge for yourself whether it's a rumor or not. This is a French prisoner of war camp, not a ball venue for you English gentlemen. ”

Woods was furious, he wasn't the garbage of those colonial armies, he was the real elite of Great Britain, and he was furious when he heard the other side laughing at his failure.

"We are only the defeat of the first war, and who says I lost? The war in Egypt has not yet reached its end, and the British fleet will continue to send reinforcements to this side, and when the time comes, I think it will be you French kneeling and begging for mercy, or will we British be ineffective in exterminating it? France is fighting against England and there is only one way out, and don't forget that your Napoleon has already tried the humiliation of defeat back then, do you want to try again today? ”

"Napoleon was nothing more than a cowardly thief, and he had no idea of the terrifying power of Great Britain."

The corners of Conrobel's mouth twitched, and although his expression was as calm as ever, the British officer was doomed to pay for what he had done when he insulted the faith in the hearts of all French soldiers.

The French commander took a deep breath and said slowly, "That was after that, I mean you don't have a chance now." ”

A sense of foreboding welled up in the British officer's heart, and he saw Conrobert nodding his head, and two big men walked out behind him.

Conrobel said calmly, "These two German soldiers will be in charge of greeting you." Remember the story I just told? ”

Conrobert stretched out his middle finger and pointed at the other man, "The French said that after winning that battle, they would cut the middle finger of the English archer, and now that we have won, we will take your middle finger." ”

The sudden turn of events made the British officer's face pale, and he said angrily, "You can't do this to me, or the British will do the same to the French prisoners." ”

Then the French commander-in-chief, who was sitting opposite, pointed at the two Germans and said, "No, no, you are mistaken, it is not the French who treat you, it is the Germans who treat you." If there is anything you go to the Germans, it's none of our business, let's do it, everyone, we will treat it as if we didn't see it, and you can do whatever you want with him. ”

Hans pressed him against the table, then snapped his fingers open. The British officers were still resisting, but they were held down and unable to move.

Both Germans were carefully selected by Conrobert, and he had no intention of letting Germany go and pulling the other into the water together.

"Damn the French, we won't let you go!"

"Don't, don't cut off my middle finger!"

"No!"

In front of all the captives, the two Germans cut his middle finger with knives without mercy.

Suddenly blood splattered.

The distorted face of the British officer froze in front of Conrobert, and he showed no mercy.

The terrible screams filled the entire barracks, and the British prisoners who saw this bloody scene were silent. There is no longer the indifference of the previous high-mindedness.

At the same time, Napoleon was consulting with Muhammad about the Sultan. Hearing the terrible screams coming from outside the tent, the sultan frowned slightly, and he asked Napoleon what was happening outside.

"Nothing, we know that Muhammad hated what the British did in Sudan, so we have a gift for you. A gift you should love. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a French soldier walked in with a plate. He placed the plate on the table, and Muhammad's eyes widened when he saw it.

That's a finger.

"Fingers?"

The unwitting Muhammad, who thought he had fallen into the trap of the French, asked warily, "What do you mean, my friend?" There has never been a barbaric custom of offering a finger to a distinguished guest. ”

Although there is no good feeling for this group of sects from the desert, so far, both sides are allies of the united front, and they should still put on the friendly posture they deserve.

Napoleon waved his hand and said indifferently, "This is the finger of a British officer." ”

"A small gift to you in the war against the British colonies."