Britain suffered a disastrous defeat on the battlefield.
The artillery attack at such a close range was extremely destructive to the British troops.
The so-called shield soldiers are those who can withstand swords and guns.
Under the French artillery, it had no effect at all. Just a wave of shelling caused countless casualties to the British troops.
Those musketeers lined up in a row and standing together were even more unlikely to be spared. Their lives were harvested by the shrapnel from the exploding shells.
Seeing this scene, the old general's heart beat violently.
There was panic in his eyes.
Before the French army could launch a second wave of charges, he immediately shouted: "Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"
The officers and soldiers were stunned. They only lost some shield soldiers and musketeers. Their British army had not yet officially fought against the French army.
Retreat now?
Isn't it suppressing the fighting spirit of the soldiers?
The old general immediately packed up his things and repeatedly called the guards to take him to retreat.
Some officers really couldn't stand it anymore. After all, the old general had been on the battlefield all his life. Why did he become less courageous as he got older?
He couldn't help but said: "General, isn't it just artillery, isn't it just some musketeers and shield soldiers? Their French troops can be wiped out in an instant in front of our British army!"
"Are you giving the order to retreat?"
The old general glanced at him and said coldly: "You want to die without taking me with you?"
"Hurry up and pack up your things and retreat. We have lost this battle from the beginning. If we retreat now, it's not too late!"
The old general urged his guards, and then said to the British officers.
"General, you are shaking the morale of the army!"
"According to British regulations, you will be punished by military law if you do this!"
The old general snorted coldly and sneered at these: "I have the highest official position here, and I have the final say on all orders!"
"If you think this battle can be won, then you continue to fight."
"I want to withdraw, and none of you can stop me." The old general stared at them and said coldly.
Everyone groaned, they didn't dare to do anything to the old general. After all, the old general was still the nominal commander of the army.
He has the greatest power. If he wants to retreat, it is a military order.
No one should resist.
However, not all the troops are from veteran generals. They never listen to the military orders of senior generals.
Soon the old general packed up his belongings, ordered the guards to carry them, and immediately summoned people to retreat.
When seeing the cavalry transporting artillery very close to the British troops.
He realized that there was absolutely no possibility of victory in this battle.
At such a close distance, Britain had just the right position to defend itself against the cavalry.
At that time, the artillery appeared and fired directly.
There was no time for the British troops to react. The timing was perfect.
The British troops became a living target without any preparation.
After a wave of artillery fire, the British troops must have suffered heavy losses, with not even one left alive.
There are no coincidences on the battlefield. The old general has been fighting all his life and never believes in coincidences. There must be an expert behind the scenes directing the French army to fight.
Otherwise, how could the French team adopt such tactics.
But who this mysterious man is, the old general has no idea at this moment.
Due to differences among the British troops, it directly affected those British soldiers.
There is a group of people who did not go to the battlefield and lost their fighting spirit.
They retreated with the old general.
The people who stayed behind were the cronies of those officers.
Even if some British soldiers were withdrawn, the British military strength still far exceeded that of the French army.
After the old general withdrew, in order to stabilize the morale of the army.
Among the British troops, a temporary command department was immediately established, and the deputy general took over the command.
He directly ordered the British army to fight head-on with the French army.
Use the absolute superiority of troops to crush your opponents.
Not long after the old general left, he heard the sound of gunfire coming from the battlefield, which did not last long.
Soon the sound of gunfire and the sound of war completely subsided.
The sound of French soldiers cheering came from the camp.
The old general sighed. He was defeated. He was defeated as expected. He uttered a sentence: "I have walked on more bridges than you have walked. I deserve it..."
He looked at the darkening sky and heard the faint shouts of killing from the French behind the troops.
He had to hurry up and get into the nearby mountains before dark to escape the pursuit of the French behind him.
Although the old general led many British troops to retreat.
But he knew clearly that these people retreated with him out of fear of fighting the French.
The old general knew exactly what fighting power these people had. Regarding this, the old general could only sigh helplessly.
These British soldiers have lost their fighting spirit, and even if they still have weapons in their hands, they have no fighting power at all.
How long had it passed before the British soldiers became so miserable?
The old general sighed. He knew what problems the British colonial troops were facing now.
The tactics are old-fashioned, the soldiers lack fighting spirit, and many soldiers are afraid of going to the battlefield.
Although he knew there were problems with the teams he led, he didn't have the energy to solve them.
He is old, and this battle has used up a lot of energy.
The old general looked helplessly at the sky. He could only leave these problems of the British Colonial Forces to his descendants.
Let them figure it out.
He heard the sounds of pursuit coming from behind him, getting smaller and smaller.
The old general's tight strings were loosened.
They had escaped the pursuit of the French and sneaked into the jungle.
In the dark, moonless jungle, the French army did not dare to attack.
This dead night brought partial peace to the British soldiers.
Some people leaned on the big withered trees and fell asleep.
The old general looked around, his heart quietly relieved.
He looked at the darkness around him, and his ears and eyes had become a little dull due to his old age.
I didn't hear the slightest movement on the ground.
Maybe it was the sound of the wind, maybe it was the sound of footsteps.
Whatever it is, it doesn't matter anymore.
The old general seemed unable to hear, his eyelids closed feebly.
But just when he was about to close his eyes, a flash of white suddenly appeared in the darkness, and two eyes like the eyes of death stared at him.
The old general was suddenly startled and was about to resist.
But the other party is like the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting lives.
At the end of his life, the old general finally figured out where these people came from.
These are the Indians who have disappeared!
