"Sir, the people on the ship have landed!"
The officer immediately put the handwritten letter into his pocket and patted it to confirm that it was really inside.
Then he stared hastily at the approaching British troops in the distance.
His heart was like a drum beating randomly, and the uneasy sound made him unable to stabilize his mind.
He kept taking silent deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.
Although he is an officer of this force, he has only experienced two battles.
He was able to take this position basically because he was a militia captain in New York City before, had some experience in commanding troops, and was able to obey in the army.
He has experienced two battles, both of which ended in victory, but he does not have much combat experience.
That kind of victory would be nothing more than annihilating bandits who were countless times weaker than them.
It was just an encirclement and suppression by hundreds of people against dozens of people.
A battle that can be won even if you fight with your eyes closed.
But now it's different. He is commanding an army of two thousand people to fight!
The opponents they faced were the elite troops of the British Army. They had heard that their brother troops had lost more than half of their troops in less than a day.
The opponent's military exploits are powerful!
However, at this moment, his heart is full of courage, because the enemy army has occupied New York City, and his lover is in New York City at this moment!
He wants to fight back when things get worse!
He wants to propose to his lover!
He was extremely determined in his belief that he would defeat the British troops. When he saw the British troops approaching, he was extremely determined.
They had already entered the trap they had laid.
Angry, he couldn't wait any longer: "Let go!"
"Let those British troops have a taste of our power!"
The soldiers who shared the same hatred cut the ropes, and countless sharp arrows and cannonballs poured out at this moment.
Violent explosions and screams immediately echoed over the island.
The officers saw that the British troops suffered heavy casualties in the trap they had set.
Even the surviving British troops were only a very small number.
Now is the best time to attack!
"Go up, kill those British soldiers!"
At his command, the insurgents who had been lying in wait for a long time suddenly appeared, and the bullets in their hands seemed to be released in a desperate manner.
No one can stop their attack.
Almost all those who can join the Continental Rebel Army do so for the same reason: they want freedom!
I want real freedom, not the freedom of being controlled by others!
And the British are regarded by them as a barrier to restrict them!
The officer looked at the British troops who encountered their crazy attack in the distance, and the remaining troops were killed by them until there were only a few people left.
The anger in the officer's heart seemed to have subsided a lot. At this moment, the island was full of corpses.
This was not his first time fighting, but such a scene still made him feel psychologically uncomfortable.
Many recruits who had just entered the battlefield just took one look at the battlefield and felt like their stomachs were churning and they were vomiting crazily.
The officer patted the young recruit beside him and said with a smile: "The battle is over."
"Soldier, you will go through a lot in the future."
He looked at the battlefield again, feeling somewhat relieved, although the battle now seemed extremely tragic!
But they won!
Victory in the battle is good, but what makes the officer more fortunate than victory is that he was unscathed!
Perhaps it was because their troops were so well concealed.
Perhaps it was because their trap played a major role, but in short, their battle did not result in a final victory.
It was all over, and he was able to return to New York City alive and marry Marilyn!
Thinking of this, he said happily: "Let's clean up the battlefield. Everything is over."
"We can make it back alive."
The rebels entered the place where the British troops died in the battle. They lacked armaments. It was crucial for them to clean the battlefield and collect those weapons after each battle.
After annihilating the elite of the British army this time, we should be able to harvest a lot of weapons.
The officer thought this way, but suddenly a voice broke his fantasy!
"Sir! We don't have a musket, not even bullets!"
"And these people don't look like British soldiers. There are even a large number of female soldiers among them!"
The officer frowned upon hearing this!
"What!"
He hurried over to take a look, and when he saw these tragically dead soldiers, he was suddenly confused.
The 'British soldiers' they killed were wearing red military uniforms, but there was no other trace of soldiers.
Some of them even have their hands tied!
Such an incredible reality was placed in front of the officer, completely making him unable to react and unable to understand any of the current situation!
They were obviously fighting with British soldiers, why did they become these people.
Where did these people come from?
Why did he appear here? He didn't react to everything. It could even be said that he was completely at a loss!
"Sir, there is a woman here. She was shot, but she is still alive!"
Upon hearing this, the officer hurried over and asked him. This may be the only way for him to know the truth!
But when he saw this woman wearing a red military uniform, the officer was stunned.
Although the other person's face was covered in blood, the officer recognized him at a glance.
"Marilyn!"
"Oh my god, why are you here! Go call the medics!"
The officer rushed over, picked up his beloved, looked at the red flowers on her chest, and immediately tied her hands with ropes.
The officer couldn't help but shed tears.
The woman called Marilyn looked at the officer, a familiar face appeared in her blurred eyes, and Marilyn showed a faint smile.
"My dear, it's really you. It's so nice to see you again."
Hearing Marilyn's increasingly weak voice, the officer held her increasingly cold hands tightly, with tears in his eyes.
But the moment he saw Marilyn, everything made sense.
"Don't talk, dear, the medic will be back soon, everything will be fine..."
Marilyn looked at the officer's trembling expression and shook her head slightly. The smile gradually solidified on her face and her eyes lost color.
At this moment, the officer's heart pounded, like broken glass that could never be healed.
"Oh, dear, don't leave me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Two lines of clear tears dripped down the cold hands. The place that had just experienced the war seemed to have fallen into eternal silence.
Not a single sound.
The officer's heart was like a suffering master, with a nail driven into it, and the heartbreaking pain spread in his heart.
It was he who gave the order, and finally he gave the order...
This sentence was like a curse, deeply ingrained in his mind.
The belated soldiers finally arrived, but they were not medical soldiers.
"Sir, the British troops have landed again. We have no traps and not much ammunition!"
