I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 1081 Who is the Master of Algiers?
As for the possibility that these guards might develop in the Mzab area and launch a reprisal against Algiers, that is highly unlikely.

From then on, their lives would basically consist of fighting against the Sahara Desert. Surviving would be considered a success, let alone having the energy to go north and cause trouble.
However, after several decades or even centuries, most of the hundreds of thousands of people struggling to survive in Mzab will be assimilated by the wealthy French province of Algiers, becoming dependent on France in every way, from economics to politics to culture.

It is highly likely that they will voluntarily request to be incorporated into the French provinces at that time.

The warehouses of Governor Mittja's residence were piled high with valuables sent by Shefik, and the servants had just counted them, finding the amount to be 21 rials, or 440 million francs.

These were all confiscated from the homes of the Algiers' Guard. Of course, most of them were embezzled by the Algiers' naval forces.

In Uster's bedroom, Shefik knelt on the floor, his face filled with fear, and pleaded, "Your Excellency, those tribal barbarians stole a great deal of wealth, which is why they only offered you this little bit..."

He glanced furtively at the governor and tentatively said, "If you allow me to judge those lowly people, I guarantee I will recover every single gold coin they stole!"

Uster gave him a cold glance and said in a deep voice, "This is your last chance. Don't disappoint me."

"Oh, right, I should remind you that you need an army to deal with those lowly people."

Shefik was overjoyed: "Thank you for your suggestion! Then... do you think three thousand soldiers would be suitable?"

Currently, there is only one French naval force stationed in Algiers. If the navy could have its own army, it would surely secure its position as the de facto ruler of Algiers!

Uster waved his hand impatiently: “Recruit soldiers as many as you can, but don’t say it’s my idea. I don’t want Paris sending inspectors to Mittigia.”

"Yes, Your Excellency, this matter has nothing to do with you."

Meanwhile, Berbers across Algiers are holding celebrations.

The fact that the Imperial Guard, who were considered "superior" members, had been driven away brought them an unprecedented sense of relief and joy.

In every city, and even in every major tribe, there were people giving speeches.

The content is naturally based on the theory in "An Analysis of the Origins of Tunisia"—that all Berber-Arabs are descendants of Rome.

Not everyone believed this, but since their "Roman compatriots" had just helped them drive out the Praetorian Guard, who had been bullying them for over a century, and had given everyone, including the children, an Arce coin, people happily accepted the story.

The money was naturally confiscated from the nobles of the Imperial Guard. The bulk of this money was in the hands of the Berber nobles and tribal chiefs, which is why they were extremely polite to the French officials who came from Tunisia to give speeches.

In a light-colored villa opposite the governor's mansion in Mittja, Rahman was discussing the "Roman Revolution" with more than a dozen of the most influential Berber tribal leaders.

In reality, they had no interest whatsoever in the so-called "revolution" or "rights and freedoms," but they knew that as long as they waved the banner of "descendants of Rome," they could rise to the top in Algiers and make a fortune, just like when they purged the Praetorian Guard.

“I know many of the crimes those pirates committed,” a tribal chief declared. “I will go to the court in Mittija tomorrow to sue them!”

The Algiers navy was actually the Barbary pirates of the past, and his statement is indeed correct.

“Yes!” another person immediately chimed in, “They bought our tribe’s wheat for 1 rial and 7 dan, and then sold it for 5 rials in Europe!”

"These guys have robbed French merchant ships before, uh, I mean their fellow Romans."

"They all deserve to be hanged!"

“This time, you must keep your people in check. All confiscated property must be handed over.” As the group was excitedly discussing this, Rahman’s attendant rushed in with a man dressed as a merchant.

Rahman frowned, about to reprimand, when he heard the merchant say anxiously, "Lord Rahman, Hadid has gathered more than 3 soldiers in Mostaganam and they are heading towards Saidah and Jelfa!"

Rahman's heart tightened.

Hadid was the second-in-command of the naval escort fleet and one of the most capable officers in the navy. The Marine Corps originally had fewer than 400 soldiers; where did he get such a large force from?

Rahman hurriedly asked, "What are they going to do?"

"Shefik has ordered the arrest of anyone who has embezzled the confiscated property of the Imperial Guard. Hundreds have already been imprisoned in Mostaganam, and many have died. It seems that the navy in Oran and other places is also causing trouble, but the news has not yet reached us."

Everyone inside the room was startled.

Each of them had a considerable amount of money from the Royal Guard, and Hadid was clearly targeting their tribe.

"We cannot sit idly by and wait to die!" a tribal chief shouted.

"Yes, everyone go back and gather the tribe's warriors!"

A tribal chief in his sixties said in a hoarse voice, "The navy has guns, and even cannons."

The others were stunned.

Their tribe also had its own warriors, but their weapons were all machetes and bows and arrows, and they were no match for Hadid.

Moreover, Hadid could reach their tribe from Mostaganam in just a few days, while they were still in Mitijah. Without a leader in their tribe, they were even less likely to mount an effective resistance.

Rahman was the first to react, standing up and saying, "Don't be afraid. We have the support of our fellow Romans!"

After one hour.

In the small villa where Jemile was staying, a group of tribal leaders respectfully clasped their hands on their chests and bowed.

Rahman stepped forward and pleaded, "Commander, please send troops to punish these audacious bastards! They have already killed a large number of innocent people in Mostaganam and Oran."

Jemilla first berated Shefik, then produced a document and said helplessly, "You see, I've been suspended from my post for some reasons. I'm temporarily unable to mobilize the army to help you deal with Hadid's villains."

"But don't worry, I'll submit a report to the General Staff immediately. Other officers should handle this matter."

Yes, only by plunging the Berbers into crisis can they fully realize the importance of their "fellow Romans".

Rahman and the others hurriedly went to find Governor Uster, only to be told that the governor had already set off for Annaba three days ago and did not know when he would return.

In desperation, the Berber tribal leaders had no choice but to send messengers back to their tribes to warn them to hide in the mountains. However, they knew that if they did that, their tribes would be completely plundered by Hadid's men.

(End of this chapter)