For a time, the battlefield to the east of Annaba was strewn with corpses of the French Army—most of which were caused by the trampling of Tribal Warriors as they fled.
Caheller put down his telescope and squinted his eyes, Could it be that their previous defeat to the French people was just an accident, and they were not as fearsome as he had imagined? Or perhaps that more capable French commander did not come to Annaba this time?
He hesitated for only a few seconds before ordering an officer beside him,
"Pass the order, the Golza Legion and the cavalry on the left wing are to immediately pursue the routed enemy! Move the artillery forward, bring it near the center line!"
He confirmed it was not a ruse of the French, pretending to be defeated to lure the enemy into a trap—looking at those corpses strewn about, there had to be at least five or six hundred people, who would pay such a price for a feint and perform it so convincingly?