Southeast Tunisia.
The Tetouan Province, facing the sea on one side and abutting the desert on the other.
Standing on a highland, Ney looked through his binoculars at the Town of Remada and said in a deep voice:
"The scouts' report was correct, the terrain is indeed very suitable for the corps to deploy."
"If we launch an attack tomorrow morning, we should be able to recapture this town by noon."
"You are always so full of courage and energy," Moro said with a smile beside him, "but my suggestion is that it's best not to attack there for now."
Ney looked at him puzzled, "Why not? There are only 2,500 Ottoman People in the town, and we have 4,000 soldiers. The battle will be over quickly."
Moro nodded, "Yes, yes, an easy victory, taking back an insignificant small town. Perhaps we should also send someone to Tripoli City to politely inform the Ottoman People, 'Hey, your French friends have arrived'."
