At this time, America, France occupied the gold mines.
"Quick, quick! Guards, the time has come to fight for France, so ambush here!" Richard quickly issued one order after another to the Indian troops at the bottom.
Most of the Indian soldiers, although reluctant.
However, under the threat of the French, they quickly hid in the jungle.
They now have no thermal weapons in their hands, and their families are controlled by the French.
Strictly speaking, they are cannon fodder carrying bullets. Only a few lackeys loyal to France have France's sophisticated equipment, and their situation is a little better than them.
Richard looked at the sun setting in the sky, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
"Sir, the basic defense has been completed, but our large forces have not yet established their positions."
Richard nodded, their speed was already very fast.
The straight-line distance between them and this gold mine is not particularly far, but this area is nearby, and this is a remote area.
Few explorers have traveled here, and horse-passable roads are almost non-existent.
So Richard basically wasted his time cutting down trees and paving roads.
By the time the French army arrived at the gold mine, the sun was about to set, but fortunately, the basic defense was still completed.
However, Richard was confused. This should be a shortcut from Britain to Dragon Flame, so why hadn't Britain's army arrived yet?
In other words, they have already arrived, but they are just ambushing France around them.
Wait for nightfall to launch a shameless sneak attack.
"Be on guard tonight to prevent the British from sneak attacks!" Richard gave the last order.
"yes!"
The sky became completely dark.
Even the heavily guarded gold mines in France were silent at night. French guards hid in the ambush jungles and tried to avoid making unnecessary noises.
Afraid of exposing his position.
At this time, the British army was still in the jungle.
Britain had no idea of France's preparations, and their troops were composed of Britons.
But there were very few Britons immigrating to America, so the number of British troops was even smaller.
"Have you noticed anything unusual?" Clancy asked in a deep voice, inspecting the scouts who had returned.
"No report sir!"
Clintsy squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the gold mine in the deep darkness, the silence was terrifying.
Hidden in the jungle, Britain had a small road from the colonial area to march quickly, but he was not sure whether the French army had arrived early.
After all, a long time has passed.
But now is the best time for a sneak attack. If they miss it, their whereabouts will be exposed the next day.
The numerical superiority of the French army was unmatched by Britain.
At that time, we could only engage in encounters. Without the numerical advantage and without building a good position, we could not take advantage of the terrain here.
If we really start a battle, we will definitely lose!
However, if we march rashly now, our whereabouts will be exposed when the enemy and we are unclear.
Now it's dark again, and then it will only become more passive.
"I really want to burn these French people hiding in the jungle with a fire!" Clintsy cursed secretly.
But he couldn't do it. This jungle was also their natural protective barrier. Once the forest was set on fire, he would suffer immeasurable losses.
"Order, retreat and set up camp!" Clancy immediately issued an order.
The British soldiers moved quickly and retreated neatly to camp near a small stream.
It is close to the gold mine, and the terrain is very good, with almost an unobstructed view.
There is only one place that is blocked by the jungle and cannot be seen clearly, but it is still some distance away, so even if there is a sudden change in the jungle, we can react and deal with it in time.
Not long after the time passed, the British troops were already stationed.
It seemed unusually peaceful until late at night.
There is no way to tell that a big war is going to break out here. Now, the British guards are even a little disorganized and have three urgent needs.
One of the soldiers ran outside from the camp, opened his pants, and was about to have a good time.
He enjoyed the breeze and couldn't help but take out a cigarette and put it to his lips.
But he found that he didn't have any matches with him.
At this moment, a person walked by and did the same thing as him.
The British guard didn't have the slightest suspicion and asked in a low voice: "Brother, did you bring any fire?"
The man was stunned and didn't answer.
The man looked up and glanced at the British soldier.
There was some doubt in his heart. Although it was dark, he could only vaguely see the appearance of this man, and found that he was no different from the French soldiers he had seen?
He could also understand what the man was saying, but the accent didn't sound like a French one.
The French have not colonized the Americas for that long and the accent has not changed much.
But this person's accent is obviously not French, and his language doesn't sound like French.
Instead it sounds like mean British language.
My noble Frenchman will never speak the British language.
The French guard said nothing, but quietly took out a match and lit his cigarette.
The British guard bent down, never taking his hands off his gun belt.
This is in the wild, and a guard suddenly appears, which is quite curious.
While the match was lit, the French guard saw his face clearly.
Not someone he knows.
The British guard said, "Thank you."
It was too dark, and the British guard could not clearly see the specific appearance of the person opposite him.
But seeing that it didn't behave abnormally, the hunting positioning soldier relaxed his vigilance and asked.
"Brother, you are from that army, why haven't I seen you?"
The French guard didn't answer, but looked at him and pointed to his throat.
The British guard realized that there was no telling where he would be injured on the battlefield, and it was obvious that this man had injured his throat.
He didn't have too much doubt and patted his shoulder with regret.
He apologized for mentioning his sadness.
The British guard chatted with him for a while. After smoking the cigarette and stamping the cigarette butt on the ground, he said: "Brother, you go first, I will stay for a while, after all..."
The British guard could only point to himself. The smell of smoke was strong and choking: "It would be bad if the commander found out about this."
The French guard suddenly felt something in his heart. He couldn't expose his back to the British guard.
But he nodded anyway.
He said he wanted to take the first step.
At this moment, a coldness flashed in the British soldier's eyes, he quickly took out his gun, took aim, and pulled the trigger.
It would be best to kill anyone you encounter in such a jungle, regardless of whether they are friendly forces or not.
