Chapter 1356: Jungle Warfare

At this time, in America, at the gold mine occupied by the French.

"Quick, quick! Guards, the time has come to fight for France; set the ambush here!" Richard quickly issued order after order to the troops, whose lower ranks were Indians.

Most of the Indian soldiers, though unwilling and reluctant.

Still, under the threat of the French, quickly laid an ambush in the jungle.

They currently had no firearms in their hands, and their families were held captive by the French.

Strictly speaking, they were just cannon fodder to soak up Bullets; only a few lackeys loyal to the French had the French's superior equipment in their hands, and their situation was slightly better than theirs.

Richard watched the sun in the sky sink bit by bit, and a trace of unease rose in his heart.

"Officer, the basic defensive layout is complete, but our main force has not yet established their positions."

Richard nodded; their speed was already very fast.

The straight-line distance from them to this gold mine was not particularly far, but this area was in the vicinity, and it was a remote region.

Very few explorers traveled through here, and there were almost no roads passable by horses.

Therefore, Richard had basically wasted all his time on cutting trees and paving roads.

By the time the main French force arrived at the gold mine, the sun was about to set, but fortunately, the basic defensive layout had been completed.

However, Richard was puzzled; this should have been a shortcut for the British to reach Longyan, so why had the British army not yet arrived?

Or rather, had they already arrived, only to be lying in ambush around them, the French?

Waiting for night to fall to launch a shameless sneak attack.

"Strengthen the guard tonight to prevent a sneak attack by the British!" Richard issued his final order.

"Yes!"

The sky turned completely dark.

At night, even the gold mine where the French were standing by in full battle array was silent; the French Guard hid in the jungle where they were ambushed, trying their best to avoid making unnecessary sounds.

Fearing they would expose their position.

Meanwhile, the British army was still in the jungle.

The British knew nothing about the French preparations, and their troops were composed entirely of British.

But there were very few British immigrants in America, so the number of British troops was even smaller.

"Have you discovered anything unusual?" Kelinxi asked in a low voice to the scout who had returned from reconnaissance.

"Report, officer, no!"

Kelinxi narrowed his eyes, gazing at the gold mine mountain in the deep darkness; it was frighteningly silent.

With the jungle providing cover, although there was a small path from the Colonial Area for the British to march quickly, he dared not be certain whether the French army had arrived early.

After all, a long time had already passed.

But right now was the best time for a sneak attack; if they missed it, they would also expose their tracks the next day.

The French army's numerical advantage was something the British could not match.

At that point, they would only be able to engage in an encounter battle, without a numerical advantage, and without having built positions, unable to utilize the terrain here.

If an encounter battle were truly to break out, they would definitely lose!

However, marching rashly now, with the situation of both enemy and self unclear, would also expose their tracks.

And now it was night; it would only make them more passive.

"I really want to burn these French hiding in the jungle to a crisp with one fire!" Kelinxi cursed inwardly.

But he could not do it; this jungle was also their natural protective barrier, and once he set fire to the forest, his own side would also suffer immeasurable losses.

"Order a retreat, establish a camp!" Kelinxi immediately issued an order.

The British Soldiers moved quickly, retreating in an orderly fashion to set up camp near a small stream.

This place was close to the gold mine, and the terrain was excellent.

It was almost in a state where everything could be seen at a glance.

There was only one place blocked by the jungle that could not be seen clearly, but it was at some distance, so even if there were a sudden change in the jungle, they could react and handle it in time.

Not long after, the British troops had finished setting up camp.

Until late at night, everything appeared unusually peaceful.

One could not tell at all that a great battle was about to break out here; the British guards were even somewhat lax, as nature called.

One of the soldiers ran out from the camp, unzipped his pants, and was about to relieve himself to his heart's content.

He enjoyed the breeze and couldn't help but pull out a cigarette and put it to his lips.

But he discovered he didn't have any matches on him.

Just then, someone walked over from the side, doing the same action as him.

That British guard had no suspicion at all and asked in a low voice, "Brother, do you have a light?"

That person was stunned and did not answer.

That person looked up at the British soldier.

He felt a bit puzzled; although it was dark, he could only vaguely see the person's appearance, and found that he was no different from the French Soldier he had seen?

He could also understand what this person was saying, but the accent did not sound like a Frenchman.

France had not been colonizing America for that long, and the accent had not yet undergone major changes.

But this person's accent was clearly not a French accent, and his language did not sound like the French language either.

Instead, it sounded like the despicable British language.

I, a noble Frenchman, would absolutely never use the British language.

This French guard did not speak, but quietly pulled out a match to light the cigarette for him.

That British guard bent over, his hands never leaving his gun belt.

Being out in the wild, it was quite curious to suddenly have a guard appear.

Taking advantage of the light from the match, the French Guard saw his face clearly.

It was not someone he recognized.

That British Guard said, "Thank you."

The sky was too dark, and the British Guard had not seen the specific appearance of the person opposite him clearly either.

But seeing that he had no unusual behavior, the British Guard relaxed his vigilance slightly and asked.

"Brother, which unit are you from? How come I haven't seen you before?"

The French Guard did not answer, but looked at him and pointed to his own throat.

The British Guard understood; on the battlefield, one never knew where one might be wounded, and it was obvious this person had been wounded in the throat.

He did not have excessive suspicion and patted him on the shoulder with great pity.

Expressing apology for bringing up his sore spot.

The British Guard chatted with him for a while longer, and after finishing the cigarette and stamping out the butt on the ground, he said, "Brother, you go first; I still need to stay a while longer, after all..."

The British Guard could only point to his own body, where the smell of smoke was thick and choking: "It wouldn't be good if the officer discovered this."

That French Guard's heart skipped a beat; he could not expose his back to the eyes of this British Guard.

But he still nodded.

Indicating that he would take his leave first.

At this very moment, a cold glint flashed in the British Soldier's eyes as he quickly drew his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

In such a jungle, it was better to kill anyone encountered, regardless of whether they were friendly forces or not.