Chapter 1357: George

Bang.

The gunshot startled the birds in the surrounding jungle, causing them to flutter and fly about in chaos.

A sneer lingered on the corner of the British Soldier's mouth, yet there was a pitch-black hole in his forehead.

He had not expected that his identity had already been exposed.

At this moment, the smile froze forever on his face.

Meanwhile, that French Guard, crouching halfway, maintained his firing stance.

He was terrified; the Bullet had just grazed his forehead, and if his reaction had been a split second slower, the person falling might have been him.

Fortunately, his reaction had been fast.

Just as he had encountered him, this British man.

At this moment, it was not just the birds that were startled in the jungle, but also the British troops stationed by the river.

The French Guard did not have time to confirm whether this British guard was completely dead.

There was no time to deliver a finishing blow.

He immediately headed toward the French position; now that the British had been alerted, he had to report this matter to his superior, Richard.

"Quick, quick, there's gunfire!"

Upon hearing this, the French Guard felt a chill in his heart and immediately fled the scene.

"Don't run, chase!"

The French Guard fled frantically without even looking back, with gunfire sounding incessantly behind him.

Kelinxi looked at the British guard lying on the ground, his brows furrowed tightly; it was bad, his camp was exposed.

He looked around, a pungent stench stinging his nose, and immediately understood why that French Guard had been there; with no time to think, Kelinxi immediately gave the order.

"Withdraw everyone who went out in pursuit."

"All units on alert, prepare to meet the enemy!"

The British camp immediately entered a wartime state; Kelinxi's brows were deeply furrowed—if that French Guard could be here to relieve himself, then the French position was not too far away.

It might even be right before their eyes, and if that were truly the case, an encounter battle would be unavoidable.

At this time, the British guards who had returned from the pursuit were brought before Kelindun, and Kelindun asked, "How is it? Any other discoveries?"

"No, that French Guard seemed to have vanished into the jungle."

Hearing this answer, Kelindun felt a jolt in his heart; being so familiar with the terrain, it seemed a large number of French troops were lying in ambush in this jungle.

He had not expected that he had stumbled right into the French position by accident.

But... this was not good news!

At this time, the French Guard realized that after the gunfire had lasted for a while, it had ceased; after cautiously scouting, he concluded that the British guards behind him must have lost his trail.

He hurried back to the gold mine, the French command room.

"What!" Richard slammed the table and stood up abruptly.

"Report, sir, I discovered a large British force by the stream, but that is our army's rear."

Richard was stunned; he had not expected the British to have already circled to their rear.

How could the British have known that was their rear? Could his intelligence have been leaked?

However, since the British had now exposed their position, this was a great opportunity for them, the French, to launch a counter-ambush!

A cold sneer appeared on Richard's lips, and he immediately gave the order.

"All forces advance, engage!"

"Yes!"

Soon, the French troops immediately changed direction and pushed toward the stream.

The night was pitch black, but it did not affect these Frenchmen in the slightest as they hunted for their prey.

The stream where the British were located was as conspicuous as a flare.

They had scouted that area; although the terrain was good, it had a fatal threat—if their position were exposed here, this sneak attack would fail.

The French only needed to seal off the jungle on the opposite bank of the stream to prevent the British from launching a shameless sneak attack from there.

But the French had calculated everything except that while they were guarding against a British sneak attack, the British were also guarding against them.

The two groups had crossed paths by sheer coincidence.

A great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

But... how could the British, who had exposed their position, be a match for the French?

The battle situation fell into a stalemate; although the British did not have the advantage in numbers, fortunately, every one of them was well-equipped.

Yet those Frenchmen seemed as if their offensive would never diminish no matter how they were fought.

"What is going on with these Frenchmen?" Kelinxi's face darkened.

A Bullet flew over, nearly wounding him; he fired back fiercely, and that person fell.

But someone immediately filled his position.

"Fake!"

At this rate, although their ammunition was plentiful, they could not withstand the sheer number of enemies.

Strange, clearly there are not as many French immigrants in America as there are British, so how could they have so many troops!

Just at this moment, Kelinxi looked at the Frenchmen charging up, his eyes narrowing: "Indians!"

It was the Indians they treated as slaves, actually on a unified front with the French.

This was simply unbelievable!

But Kelinxi did not know that the Indians were being used as French cannon fodder, driven to the front to withstand the British artillery fire.

The Indian chief who came from Longyan held a firearm issued by the French, yet he still charged at the very front.

But right now was the best opportunity for them to escape.

Under the cover of the chaotic battle, this Indian chief quickly approached his tribesmen and whispered, "The time has come, the operation begins!"

That Indian naturally knew what the operation was; his eyes suddenly lit up, and he rushed forward recklessly, but not toward the British.

Because there were guns ahead!

They were the guns left behind after those Frenchmen were killed in action!

Soon, this Indian's actions were seen by the other Indians, who immediately understood that their sacred operation had begun.

These Indians immediately scrambled for the weapons in the hands of the French like mad dogs, and the scene fell into extreme chaos.

After the French commander noticed the unusual movements of these Indians, he remained calm and unruffled.

There had been times during wars when these Indians were disobedient, but after he killed their wives and children, they would become much more docile.

"Bring them up!"

Soon, the French brought up a pair of Indian women.

They drove them onto the battlefield.

"Do you not want your wives and children anymore, daring to defy the orders of us French?" the Frenchman fired a shot to intimidate them.

Hearing the gunshot, the Indians turned their heads one after another, looking at this pair of Indian women, their eyes splitting with rage.

If they gave up now, their tribe's operation would fail completely.

The French officer gave a cold laugh and was about to pull the trigger again.

At this moment, Bang!

Both of these Indian women were in a pool of blood.

The French officer immediately took cover, stunned in his heart and full of confusion; he clearly hadn't fired, so who had pulled the trigger?

At this moment, inside the British camp, a very handsome face let out a breath after confirming through the Scope that his target was dead, and lowered the gun.

After seeing this scene, Kelinxi shouted sternly, "Qiaozhi, what are you doing?"