I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 403: Reckless Battle Plan (Please Read)
Seeing Ney about to touch his chest in salute, Moreau waved his hand casually:

"Oh, you don't have to be too grateful. The God-Guided Cavalry Regiment is only here to pursue honor."

Ney paused, and really wanted to kick this abominable nobleman twice.

He took a deep breath and said, "Thank you for your reinforcements. However, it was us who defended Tamilai after all."

"Oh?" Moreau glanced at the Tunisian troops on the side. "If they hadn't held back the enemy, you and your people would probably have been left standing outside the town of Tamiray."

"I am in charge of them too..."

"No, no," Moro smiled like a little fox who had stolen a chicken, "I ordered them to defend the west side of the city. If you don't believe me, you can ask your messenger. Well, I hope he didn't die in battle."

Ney paused again and winked at his attendant. The latter left quickly, ran back a moment later, nodded to him and said, "Lieutenant, it was indeed Lieutenant Moreau's order."

"God……"

More than half an hour later, the other soldiers brought by Ney finally completed their formation and caught up.

Later, the remaining noble cavalry arrived, but most of them came on foot.

In order to save time, Moreau selected 150 cavalrymen with better riding skills and asked the others to give their horses to them. With three horses per person, they galloped all the way to catch up with Ney's reinforcements.

After the nobles and commoners cooperated for once, they seemed less confrontational than before, and they immediately returned to the city of Tamiray together.

Outside the city hall, Ney looked at the setting sun and said to Moreau, "It looks like the Moroccans won't come again today."

"So, we can go enjoy dinner?"

Ney rolled his eyes at him imperceptibly and turned to walk towards the west of the city. "Let the soldiers build a breastwork now. It will be useful when the enemy attacks tomorrow."

"Breastplate?" Moreau frowned. "Are you planning to defend this place to the death?"

"Of course, otherwise why would we fight to the death to stop the Moroccans today?"

Moreau waved his hand dismissively: "Didn't you hear the news? The Moroccan army has at least tens of thousands of people, and we combined... Oh, how many soldiers did you bring?"

"855 people. Now there are only 782 left."

"Well, there are less than 1800 of us in total. Including the Tunisian soldiers, there are only 2000 of us." Moro gestured around, "If we stay here, we will be surrounded immediately. There is no fortress in this town to rely on."

"What are you afraid of?" Ney snorted coldly, "General Scherer must have learned of the attack here, and his army will be here in three or four days."

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

"can."

"No."

"It's up to you. You can take your men away and I'll guard Tamiray myself."

"Are you sure?"

"……No."

"That's reckless." Before the other party could get angry, Morrow immediately responded, "Since we are going to be reckless, why don't we use a method with a higher success rate?"

Ney looked at him with some surprise: "What do you think?"

"It's simple. Leave the Tunisian soldiers and your wounded in the town." Moreau said, "Well, there may not be enough people, so leave the servants behind as well."

More than half of the nobles brought servants with them. These servants had received some training and possessed some combat capabilities.

"That way there will be nearly a thousand people in the city. Let them disguise themselves as us. And we will head south of Tamiray."

Ney subconsciously asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course, pretend to be General Scherer's troops." Moreau smiled slyly.

...Before dawn the next day, the noble army and the civilian army left Tamilai together.

Ney glanced at the trucks of logistics supplies, then looked back at the town. He tilted his head and said to Moreau with some concern: "Where did you get these things? You didn't rob them..."

"You are insulting me," Moreau said in mock anger, "These are all recruited for us by the municipal commissioner overnight."

"Ah? But you don't have the right to requisition."

They were all here to supplement the Scherer Corps. They didn't even have a number before they officially reported in, let alone requisition supplies.

"Well, I told them it was authorized by General Scherer."

"God!" Ney whispered nervously, leaning closer. "This will be a court-martial!"

"So you better pray we win."

"I will pray for you."

"No, it's for you."

"I?"

"Well, I told them to relay your orders."

"…You are such a bastard."

The two led their troops to more than 10 kilometers away from Tamilai before choosing a high ground to camp. The camp was more than twice as large as they needed.

Soon, Moreau's hussars came to report: "Lieutenant, the Moroccans have begun to attack Tamirai. There are more than 3 enemy troops."

Ney was shocked: "Let's go to the rescue!"

Moro looked at his pocket watch and shook his head, saying, "No need. One thousand men can definitely hold the town for four to five hours. And it will be dark in another two hours."

He put away his watch and said, "Everyone, get some rest. We will take the initiative to attack tomorrow morning. That will be more like General Scherer's momentum."

……

The next day.

The black general Agold of Morocco looked through the telescope at the nearly 5 troops surrounding Tamiray, with a sneer in his eyes.

There should be less than two thousand French troops in the town, or perhaps Tunisian troops, but as long as our troops launch an attack, we will be able to capture this place today.

Although it was one day later than Bied Pasha had hoped, they still managed to capture the port of Bizerte before the main force of the French army arrived for support.

He waved his finger at the servant beside him, and soon low trumpet sounds were heard all around, and more than a dozen cannons began to pour shells into the town.

Agold looked at the wooden fence outside Tamirai that was blown to pieces, and was about to order the entire army to attack, when he saw two cavalrymen rushing over and saluted him, saying, "General, a French army appeared on our right wing and seemed to be about to launch an attack."

"Hmm? How many people are there?"

"It's not clear yet. They have so many guard cavalry that it's hard to get close to them."

Where did this large group of French troops come from? Agold thought for a moment and rode south.

While still some distance away from the right wing of the Moroccan army, Agold heard the rumbling of artillery fire.

He counted them silently in his mind, there should be more than 15 cannons. This is definitely the main force of the French army!
Could it be that Scherer’s Legion has arrived?
To be cautious, Agold quickly withdrew the troops besieging Tamirai and set up a defensive line on the south.

Not far from the Moroccan army, a group of French soldiers were filling gunpowder into a dozen iron barrels wrapped in cowhide, pounding them tight, sealing the mouths with mud, and then igniting the gunpowder through a small hole at the back of the barrels.

Suddenly, flames burst out and there was a series of deafening explosions.

(End of this chapter)