At this moment, on the other side of America.
Qin Changfeng led the Indians and the French army in a fierce battle.
The brutal success of the battle was simply beyond imagination.
The fighting lasted less than two hours, but the Indian troops led by Qin Changfeng invested an unexpected 50,000 troops.
The French army has a total of 30,000 troops.
Because they defended according to danger, the 30,000 defenders were almost invincible.
Nearly 80,000 people gather here on such a winding trail.
Now all strategies are ineffective in front of such a majestic pass.
All Qin Changfeng and the Indians could do was attack by force.
They have no siege guns, no catapults, and even very few weapons and ammunition, but for those cities, they can pay a heavy price, even their lives.
The Indian soldiers were numb. In order to break the city as soon as possible, they launched wave after wave of strong attacks to buy time for the Indian special forces to take action.
An attack launched when it was dark.
Countless Indians are like waves in the darkness, crashing into the rock called France. With each attack, the waves will break, but the rock still looks intact.
One layer after another, the waves crashed crazily on the rocks.
Soon the rocks were pockmarked by the waves.
The special forces trained by Qin Changfeng have successfully entered the city.
They slaughtered everyone in the city, and with the advantage of darkness, they could better harvest the defenders in the French city while hiding.
The Indian special forces that rushed in looked at the second line of defense in the pass.
After being slightly startled, Qin Changfeng told them that this pass would most likely have two cities, an inner city and an outer city.
Only by destroying the defense of the inner city can they push the battle to victory. If they only destroy the outer city, they will have an even harder time facing the second layer of defense.
Now Qin Changfeng is commanding the Indian troops to attack frantically and defend externally to contain the French troops.
In the inner city, Indian special forces launched an attack in the darkness, and they harvested the lives of these French people like ghosts in the darkness.
The inner city's defenses soon collapsed under the attack of the Indian Special Forces.
It's not that the French army is weak in combat effectiveness, but that these Indian special forces were trained too strangely by Qin Changfeng.
They have never encountered such a force.
It's like they came from hell to kill people.
Their figures are always lurking in the darkness, and they are always accompanied by darkness. This kind of army is too powerful.
Able to cling on quietly like a ghost, and harvest lives like the God of Death.
If there hadn't been too many deaths, these French soldiers would not have been able to find traces of this unit.
But even if they discovered it, they didn't know how to attack these ghostly Indian troops in the dark.
There is no way to attack at all.
They didn't even dare to light the torches for lighting, because lighting them would reveal their position.
However, because the inner city is difficult to enter, only the city wall can be climbed.
After the French forces discovered it, the latent presence of these Indian special forces was completely ineffective.
In desperation, the Indian special forces could only engage in hand-to-hand combat with the French troops.
In hand-to-hand combat, although the Indian special forces had the advantage, they could not withstand the large number of enemy troops.
In this battle with great disparity in strength and almost no victory in sight, the Indian special forces fought bravely.
In just two hours, the bones of countless soldiers were buried here in this pass on the narrow path, which was not a particularly big pass.
It can be said to be a river of blood.
I don't know how many bloody Indians died here. Qin Changfeng looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in the darkness.
For others, it's the road to hell.
But for the Indians, it was their road to paradise.
As the heavy city gate slowly opened, Qin Changfeng clenched his fists, and the Indians immediately raised their weapons, trying to kill the enemy.
But seeing the scene here, the Indians were stunned for a moment, and tears fell on the ground.
There is light ahead, although it is dim.
But it lights the way forward.
Holding a torch, the bloodstained Indian dragged his heavy body and looked at the Indian troops who had survived the battle outside the door. With a trembling voice, he roared: "Go home!"
Their homeland had long been occupied by the French and British.
Some people don't live in this part of North America.
Their homes have long since been destroyed.
The home they want to return to is not the jungle before.
The home they want to return to is Yuncheng, which the Longyan people helped them build.
It was the capital of the Indians.
It is a new homeland established by the Indians with the help of the Longyan people.
Countless Indians shed tears.
Qin Changfeng took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, clenched his fists and released them.
He seemed to hear the French troops approaching, and there was no time to be sentimental now. The French support troops were right behind them.
If they encounter the French army now, the passes they have conquered with so much painstaking efforts and countless sacrifices will have no effect.
There is no time to be sentimental, and there is no time to clean up the battlefield.
Qin Changfeng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The war is not over yet, the crisis is not over yet, we must go!"
The Indians who heard this sentence showed sadness.
There was total indifference between heaven and earth.
As a Longyan person, he knew that there were two major events in life, and he had to do them no matter what.
One is getting married.
The other thing is life and death, although I don’t know if the Indians have similar customs.
But for Qin Changfeng, it was a heavy blow to him that he could not take the bodies of his comrades back and bury them in his hometown.
However, now that the deceased have gone, they have left behind the hope of life.
Qin Changfeng already has a very deep friendship with these Indians who have only been together for a very short time. They are all people who have experienced life and death together.
Qin Changfeng is an emotional person, and his mood at the moment seems to be being squeezed repeatedly by invisible hands.
But there is nothing we can do.
Qin Changfeng saw that the Indians were silent and knew that someone must lead them now.
Qin Changfeng temporarily suppressed the sadness in his heart, jumped on his horse, and took the lead in the charge.
If someone leads, someone will naturally follow.
Those Indians looked at Qin Changfeng leading them to the bright road, looking at Qin Changfeng as if he were a beam of light.
The Indians pursued them, and the rebel army moved southward...
