"Although we have this guy's guidance, we can't take it lightly. There might be an ambush ahead." Qiul said cautiously.
George smiled and didn't take it to heart. He had already thought of a solution to such a problem.
"It doesn't matter, no matter there is an ambush ahead, he will lead the way for us." George smiled, looking at the French soldiers leading the way when he said this.
He said it loudly on purpose, just to let him know that if he led the wrong way, he would be the first to suffer the consequences.
The French soldier walked in front, no one looked at his gloomy face.
Qiu Er felt relieved when he saw that George had already found a way to deal with it.
Because of the French soldiers leading the way, the road was much safer until night.
There are thirty-one people here.
Usually, in the dark night, they have to arrange at least three people to keep vigil. One hour at a time is more than enough.
But now because there is a prisoner.
At least two people were required to guard the prisoner, and the night watch had to be changed from three to five, with two people guarding the prisoner.
This was to ensure that he would not escape and tip off the French troops.
But as a result, the manpower was somewhat stretched, and George had to make the decision to extend the duty to ensure the safety of the team.
No one objected to the proposal, it just became two hours.
But they had to watch over the prisoner, which was the most dangerous and debilitating thing to do.
When night fell and everyone had a simple dinner, the day's vigil began.
Because during this period of vigil, no one wants to sleep unsteadily. I wake up during this period and stay awake for two hours before going to sleep.
George and Chul, as the two captains, naturally shouldered the task of keeping vigil during this period.
Late that night, the moon disappeared into the dark clouds. Although winter was about to pass, the cold still came as always.
George was woken up by Chuul and he opened his sore eyes.
His faint starlight saw Chuul in the darkness.
"Hey, George, we're guarding that French soldier. He hasn't slept yet."
George rubbed his temples, hummed slightly, and walked over with his musket.
Chur held the rope tied to the prisoner, and George pointed the musket at the French soldiers, but did not load it, but kept it in his hand to guard against the prisoner doing anything to harm them.
When the French soldier saw two people he was familiar with, he sat up immediately.
Look at them.
It's like staring into an abyss.
The atmosphere was a bit strange, but no one could bear this kind of dead silence. He had never been a prisoner before and now he saw his comrades fighting with him lying in a pool of blood.
Until now, he was forced to lead the way for the enemy, and he didn't even know when death would come.
I don't even understand why these British people are going to the battlefield. In the current frontline theater, the British people cannot maintain the front line at all.
The officers within them are all reselling military equipment.
Fear was biting him.
He had to do something to ensure his survival.
He couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Both captains, if I take you away from here, can you let me go?"
Qiul hesitated, and George smiled: "I never lie. If you can take us back to the British front, I will definitely let you go."
"After all, this is what I agreed with you."
"This is what I promised the Lord."
George crossed himself on his chest and said confidently.
"However, you don't look like a pure Frenchman, but like an Indian."
After receiving a positive reply, the French soldier felt much more relaxed and said: "My mother is an Indian, so I am half Indian."
“But I grew up with my dad.”
George snorted and looked at the French soldier again. He was a young man.
It seems that he should be around twenty-two years old at most.
"What a young man. According to Indian customs, you should be getting married soon.
The French soldier nodded seriously: "Yes, but I will marry a Jewish girl. I am lucky to meet her in my life."
After hearing this, George smiled and said: "This is really a happy thing. If there was no war, believe me you should have a good life. When I was in my hometown, I often attended my friends' weddings." =
"Send a song of blessing to them."
Qiul nodded: "If there had been no war, I would have held a wedding with my wife here again."
"It's a pity, there is no if."
Qiul looked at the deep night sky and didn't know what he thought of.
George glanced at him and knew that Chuul was thinking about those bad things again. He patted Chuul on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, everything will pass."
"The war should be over soon, and we will go back alive."
Qiul smiled and shook his head without answering.
The French soldier said: "Dear sir, with all due respect, I don't know why you want to go to the front line, but now is not a good opportunity."
"The British front in the Ohio Valley is collapsing. If you go now, you will only become one of the defeated British soldiers."
"You may even be greeted by death."
Qiul's face darkened and he shouted coldly: "Shut up, you mixed-race bastard, how could our British army lose!"
George was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Chul next to him kicking over and knocking over the French soldier.
He stopped the impulsive Chur and helped the French soldier up from the ground.
"Can you tell me what happened on the front line?"
"Commander Green has not captured a position in France, but according to your statement, after capturing this position, our British troops are still retreating. I can understand that there is nothing wrong with it."
The French soldier rubbed the place where he had been kicked. He glanced at Chul, who was still angry, and George stood in front of him.
He then said: "Although you have captured one of our positions, it cannot hinder our attack at all."
"That position is very important, but your British troops are obviously not capable enough to hold it."
"Before you came here, it had already fallen."
"Then why didn't we receive any news?" George asked worriedly.
The French soldier smiled: "There will be no news. This is the price we pay."
"What do you mean?" George was extremely confused, but there was a strong feeling of uneasiness in his heart.
"Because this is a deal between us and your current commander!"
Green's life and death are now uncertain, so there is absolutely no way that the British commander is Green!
George felt like he was struck by lightning and his mind was in chaos. This is treason!
