"You just had the opportunity to kill the French commander on the opposite side and end this war quickly, so why did you shoot the Indians!"
Clancy looked confused and snorted, what a great opportunity just now.
With such a long distance, it is obviously possible...
Clancy stared at George, who had a dull look on his face.
"Why!"
"Heh, sir, I think your idea is a bit naive." George smiled and said lightly.
Upon hearing these words, Clancy's eyes suddenly changed, he grabbed George's collar and reprimanded loudly: "You are the chief, or I am the chief!"
"Don't forget, your mission is to obey my orders!"
"Now I order you to find the right opportunity and kill the commander on the opposite side!"
Faced with the fury of his commander, George frowned slightly, with a look of helplessness on his face, and the other man's spit almost touched his face.
"It can't be done." George refused and pressed his helmet.
Clincy immediately gritted his teeth and was about to continue to curse, letting this kid know how powerful he was.
But when he was about to speak, Clintsy
"Sir, you don't really think that the shot just now could hit the commander on the opposite side, do you?"
George became serious and said to Clancy: "At the position of France's commander, it is impossible for our newly developed gun to shoot accurately."
"And, you know, he's standing in a very tricky position. If I can't guarantee a kill, my priority is naturally other people."
Clancy sneered: "Others? What impact can those two Indians have on the battle situation?"
George did not answer, but looked towards the battlefield.
After a night of fierce fighting, the sky was now a little whiter, and it was no longer so dark.
But the battlefield fell into an even more chaotic situation.
Especially after the Indians witnessed their relatives being executed by the French, they completely fell into madness.
They pounced wildly on their enemy, the French.
The three parties were fighting in chaos.
But it's good news for Britain.
The Indians rioted because they saw France executing their relatives, so they took the initiative to attack the French.
The French guards who launched the charge were suddenly attacked by their own cannon fodder and were unable to react.
Moreover, since the invention of thermal weapons, they have always been adapted to close combat, but the current situation is different.
This group of Indians hunt all year round, and their civilization is still in the relatively backward cold weapon era. Close combat is their strength.
Therefore, even Indians without guns can become a considerable resistance in close combat with the French.
"Let's see." George said indifferently.
Clancy looked happy as he saw a turn in the battlefield.
Originally, they were at an absolute disadvantage. With their advanced weapons, there was no way to make up for the gap in numbers at the moment.
But at this moment, the numerical gap in France is gradually weakening.
"That's it, these Indians, keep working hard for our victory in Britain!"
"victory?"
George laughed, looked brighter and brighter, and said, "I don't think so."
Clincy frowned. Although he admired George now, it was very unpleasant to hear his discouraging words.
"Our advantage is so great now. If we take advantage of the victory and pursue it, we might win this war!"
George shook his head and analyzed calmly: "We have an advantage now because Britain is relatively far away from the Indians."
“The advantage of this war was caused by this group of Indians.”
"Don't forget how these Indians were treated in our place."
Hearing this, Clancy fell silent. They in Britain have always regarded Indians as slaves, no different from black people from Africa.
"But we can't do nothing. This is a gold mine. We must win it!"
George looked at Clancy and suddenly said: "Sir, I suggest that we retreat now and hide in the jungle, otherwise we may be annihilated here!"
Upon hearing this, Collinsy was immediately furious: "You are shaking the morale of the army!"
He immediately took out the gun from his waist, put it on George's head, and said coldly: "According to military law, I can shoot you right now!"
George looked at Clancy with a calm expression.
Clancy never pulled the trigger, and finally put down the gun helplessly. Although George was only a captain officer.
But it is the British colonial area, and there are only a few people who can use Britain's latest weapons.
Due to his special status, he couldn't really shoot him.
Seeing him put down the gun, a faint smile appeared on George's lips and said: "Sir, we can do nothing but retreat now."
"This is no longer our battlefield. No matter whether we shoot at the French or the Indians, there will be no good results."
Clancy was deep in thought, thinking carefully that if they shot at the French, this group of crazy Indians would grow in strength faster.
But there is no guarantee that this group of Indians will not turn against them. After all, the Indians are even worse in Britain.
If you shoot these Indians, you will be digging your grave.
France has a numerical advantage and a terrain advantage that Britain cannot catch up with in a short time.
"Leave the battle here to those Indians. If we don't retreat, it will be too late when it gets completely light!" George said.
Clincy glanced at the sky, weighed his options, and could only say: "Retreat."
"Retreat! Everyone, get out of here and ambush in the mountains and forests!"
As Clincy's order was given, the British soldiers immediately withdrew.
Withdrawing towards the unknown mountains and forests, Britain's losses in this melee were relatively small.
After all, they are the defending side and France is the attacking side.
But the French commander could only watch the British troops withdraw.
"Pursue! Pursue!" the French commander ordered.
But now the French guards are still fighting with the Indians, and they are inseparable for a while.
At this moment, the Indian chief watched the sky getting brighter and brighter. Britain had withdrawn, and these French people had no worries.
The Indians on the other side could be unscrupulous, so he immediately fired three blank shots, which was a signal to retreat.
After hearing this signal, the Indians who participated in the turmoil quickly dispersed into the mountains and forests with the guns they had finally snatched.
Most of them are hunters, and entering the mountains and forests is like entering their homes.
In the mountains and forests, although these French people were familiar with the terrain, they did not dare to pursue them.
"Chief..." An Indian looked at the chief who led them.
The Indian chief pointed his gun at him without pulling the trigger. He shook his head. He could not leave yet. His mission in France was not completed yet.
The man had no choice but to rush into the forest and take a deep look at the Indian chief.
