Withdraw!
This is the only option now. They feel that there are Dragon Flame supply ships on the coastline to help them maintain the war situation at sea.
Already taking it lightly.
The coastline was completely undefended.
And this is not the most critical thing. Now the British troops have attacked the outskirts of New York City, and they are very close to here.
In more than two hours, the British troops will be able to attack.
To be honest, it is very difficult to withdraw troops now.
They must make a decision as soon as possible.
"The group you led, Bonaparte, withdrew from the south and headed for Manhattan Island."
"Green, you take a troop and move supplies to New Jersey. We will meet up in New Jersey!"
George ordered in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Green frowned. Although this arrangement was good, it was impossible for New York City to evacuate so smoothly when it was under attack.
Everyone knows that if you want to withdraw, you must at least have a team of people to break up the rear.
Facing tens of thousands of British soldiers, the remaining troops will inevitably encounter extremely brutal battles.
The final result this army may face is that the entire army will be annihilated!
Obviously this arrangement is unreasonable, could it be... Green looked at George.
He and George have fought side by side many times, and the other person is not even the kind of person who doesn't think things through.
He must have thought everything through before making such a decision!
He is coming to break up the queen!
"We can leave, but you can't be the one behind!"
"George, you are the leader of the Continental Congress. You lead my troops to withdraw, and I will cut off the rear!"
"This is a good choice!"
George's voice suddenly overwhelmed Green and said angrily: "This is an order!"
"Green, all you have to do now is follow orders!"
"You and Bonaparte each set out with five thousand troops, and leave the rest to me!"
Seeing George putting on his triangular military hat and about to walk out, he hurriedly said: "But..."
George glanced at Green, his eyes full of complex expressions: "Green has no hesitation, there is no time!"
"I am now going to give our soldiers courage and help them resist the British forces."
"We two brothers, at least one of us should go back alive."
A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he hasn't reached the sad point yet!
The British soldiers' shouts of killing could be vaguely heard outside, but Green looked at his good brother who had been through life and death with him as if struck by lightning.
"Green, if I don't come back..."
"I know how to take care of Martha and your sister-in-law for you! If I don't come back... tell Natasha to find someone better than me!"
"I will!" George gave Green one last look, turned and left.
There were flashes of fire and gunshots outside... George threw himself into the battlefield resolutely.
Green put on his military cap solemnly and walked with firm steps.
He couldn't waste the time that George had bought with his life!
"Bonaparte, let's go!"
Bonaparte glanced at George, who also left with his team. The two of them went to different destinations.
Bonaparte was about to lead an army of five thousand men to Manhattan Island, where George had chosen the site of the final decisive battle with Britain.
His mission would be to hold off the British forces there.
The team led by Green will retreat directly to their rear area, New Jersey!
If they lose, New Jersey is where they will fight!
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At this moment, on the frontal battlefield with the British troops, 30,000 British troops were rushing towards New York City.
The architecture in America is not like Dragon Flame.
They did not build a wall that could enclose the entire city, but built fortresses in key places to resist the British attack.
George here did not build many fortresses to block the attack of the British troops.
They can only engage in crazy battles with the British troops on the vast plains.
The armaments and strength of their troops were far behind those of the British troops.
Before the battlefield battles came, many of these troops were militiamen.
Now they have to fight a protracted battle on the flattest plain without any obstacles.
This is simply the most brutal battle!
Despite the many disadvantages, George, as the commander of the troops, showed no signs of timidity.
On the contrary, a strong sense of responsibility kept his fighting spirit high.
Although the outcome of this battle may have been marked from the beginning, even so, George still wanted to change the outcome!
He personally went to the battlefield and led his troops to resist the attack of the British army =.
The troops on both sides are no longer a mix of hot and cold weapons.
Instead, they were all troops using muskets. Originally, George also had an elite army of dragon flame muskets that kept firing six rounds.
But this force was assigned to Bonaparte to preserve his strength.
So now the only troops he can use are ordinary musketeers.
He led his troops to form a defense line of ten men each, and launched an attack around the highlands that were not many on the plain.
The cruelty of the battlefield exceeded all the battles he had ever experienced.
Only half an hour into the battle, the battlefield was filled with corpses.
Even on the high ground, George's troops did not have enough bunkers.
But the British side has artillery that can attack them. The area of the highlands is not large, and the density of the rebels is higher.
The artillery shells fell, and their troops didn't know where to escape!
General William looked at the broken limbs and arms exploded on the high ground and sneered darkly.
Although many of these militiamen were Britons like himself, General William had no sympathy for a man of his own race.
Instead, he ordered: "Yes, continue to attack with artillery. They are the targets now. This is the best time for you to practice artillery skills."
"Real practice!"
"Hahahahaha..."
General William laughed wildly.
When the war reached this point, there was no need to continue. George watched the soldiers he brought out die in front of him one by one.
He knew some soldiers. There was one soldier who was once the best musketeer he had ever seen. He could almost hit the mark with every shot.
There was a soldier who lied about joining the army when he was 20 when he was sixteen.
His dream of joining the army is to prove his courage, that he can carry a gun and become a glorious warrior...
There were so many soldiers he knew, whom he had even seen half an hour ago.
They talked before, but now they are silent forever.
Death came to them and everything was gone.
All memories of the past are like broken soap bubbles that can never be recreated.
George stared at the British army shelling frantically in the distance!
