"attack!"
The British commander drew out the saber from his waist and pointed at the blade. The troops behind him, who were advancing cautiously, suddenly charged like crazy.
Launching an almost brutal attack on the villagers on the lawn, the muskets in their hands kept firing bullets.
Britain once owned Long Yan's repeating revolver. After such a long period of training, they have gradually mastered the technique of repeating fire.
And it was realized on the muskets of his own troops.
Now their muskets can fire three shots, which is already a huge improvement!
It was a sunny morning in Lexington.
It was supposed to be sunny and windy. If there had been no war, the wheat seedlings blooming in this fertile field would have been very beautiful.
But now the war has destroyed all this!
"Attack, keep attacking!"
The British commander looked at the ruined battlefield, with villagers with little combat experience lying in a pool of blood.
He glanced at the other person's unblinking eyes and smiled coldly: "Some people say that dying in sleep is the least painful way to die."
"I don't know how you knew about our actions, but none of that matters anymore!"
"Eight hundred versus one hundred, the advantage is mine!"
The British commander sneered, such a huge advantage in strength on such a plain battlefield.
There are only a few small houses located there.
With such a strength advantage, the British commander directly believed that it was completely impossible for him to lose!
He thought he just had to do nothing and keep waiting and victory would come.
At this time, the village of Lexington was already a river of blood, and many warehouses containing weapons in the village had been captured.
But when the British Royal Guards stormed in, it was clean inside!
"Sir, the largest warehouse in the village has been captured, and there is nothing in it!"
"Weapons are not hidden in Lexington Village at all!"
Upon hearing the news, the British commander was stunned, and his face turned extremely ugly.
Only at this moment did he react.
"We were fooled!"
"Solve the battle quickly and don't drag it out any longer. Time has not passed and they can't run far with their weapons!"
"Today, we must find the weapons!"
"yes!"
Soldiers rushed to the battlefield to convey the commander's orders, and Britain's attack became more sharp.
But while fighting, the Lexington villagers retreated into the village and became more courageous in the street fighting.
The British attack was effectively suppressed.
Half a day passed, and the British troops, which were several times the number of enemy troops, still failed to capture the village.
Even in this village, they were surrounded by attacks from villagers.
In the village, shootings were everywhere, making it difficult to guard against.
The British commander looked at the watch in his arms. The hands were moving little by little. His expression changed from gloomy to angry, and then from angry to surprised.
This battle to annihilate the village actually lasted for a full day and it is not over yet!
What shocked the British commander even more was that the army, which was several times larger than the militiamen in the street fighting, now suffered many casualties.
Those who died and were injured on the street were all members of their British army, and there was no one who belonged to the militia.
Seeing such a scene, the British commander felt a sense of fear in his heart.
At this moment, a bullet grazed his scalp and knocked down the three-cornered hat!
If he is right, he will meet the God of Death!
Seeing the troops unable to stop and continuing to increase their casualties, the British commander could no longer maintain his original composure.
He underestimated these militias.
"Retreat, retreat!"
The British commander hurriedly issued an order. If the fight continued, his troops would probably be trapped here!
After receiving the order to retreat, these British soldiers were relieved and fled the village of Lexington in haste.
These ubiquitous gunshots simply made them collapse.
Afterwards, a commander who did not want to be named recalled the battle: "Although we have more troops, the opponent is a ghost. Our soldiers will be attacked no matter where they hide!"
"And we have no way of seeing where the fire came from!"
…
The British Royal Guards retreated hastily, declaring the battle a victory for the village of Lexington.
Their village chief stuck his head out of his water tank and saw that the village was full of corpses of British soldiers, and there were not many villagers.
And there was no Royal Guard around, so he sighed with relief.
"If it weren't for the Dragon Flame Man brought by General Wei Nuo, he told us to dig a tunnel."
"We need to use the terrain to attack. The ones who died in the alley today are us militiamen."
The old village chief sighed.
When I thought carefully about Long Yanren, who looked cold but was actually very warm-hearted, my heart was filled with gratitude.
After sending off the battlefield afterwards, they exclaimed the casualties of this battle!
The British Royal Guards, this well-trained elite force, suffered 247 casualties in a team of 800 people!
As for their militia.
"The eight of them sacrificed their lives for the village and for the great freedom. We must remember their names!"
The village chief looked at the eight villagers covered with white cloth on the ground, with tears in his eyes.
When women and children saw it, they burst into tears.
The child of the fallen militiaman cried so hard that his face was covered with mud, and he kept shaking his stiff father's big hand.
"dad!"
"dad!"
"Child, let your father rest. The Lord will lead him to the Hall of Valor, where he will find rest." The village chief said unbearably.
The child looked at the village chief. At such a young age, he had witnessed everything why his father died.
It's those people wearing red tops and white bottoms, dancing around with guns in their hands, kill him!
"Village Chief, what did we do wrong? Why did they kill us?"
"We just don't want to give the money we earned to those robbers!"
Everyone couldn't help but sob in low voices. The adults had already been prepared to fight, but the children didn't understand.
The village chief wiped his tears and said in a deep voice: "Because we want freedom and want to get the freedom that should belong to us from their hands."
…
Gunfire rang out in Lexington all day long.
The battle did not go unnoticed, and reporters were quick to report on the incident.
Qin Changfeng was sitting in a newspaper office in Longyan at the moment. His eyes were extremely cold and he ordered his newspaper office: "Let the gunshots spread throughout the British colonial area!"
"Britain must pay for its mistakes!"
Qin Changfeng, who learned the full story, would never tolerate any government bullying the people like this.
Even their opponent couldn't get a little sand out of his eyes!
With the gunshots in Lexington, after such news spread throughout the colonial areas, immigrants in the thirteen American states felt angry about this.
George, who formed the Continental Congress, fell into a long silence after hearing about this incident.
Although he had expected it, he did not expect Britain's revenge to come so quickly.
There wasn't even a little room for maneuver.
The Continental Congress they formed to represent America was completely ignored.
"The greatest contempt is not ignoring!"
"American immigrants can no longer endure it. Only war can let Britain and the world know that we want to become an independent country!"
