Chapter 1358: Natural Enemies

"You clearly had a chance just now to kill the French officer opposite us and quickly end this war; why did you shoot and kill the Indian instead!"

Kelinxi looked uncomprehending and snorted coldly; it had been such a good opportunity.

At such a distance, it was clearly possible to...

Kelinxi stared at Qiaozhi, but Qiaozhi's expression remained indifferent.

"Hey!"

"Heh, Officer, I think your way of thinking is a bit naive," Qiaozhi chuckled and said calmly.

Hearing this, Kelinxi's expression changed abruptly; he grabbed Qiaozhi by the collar and scolded loudly, "Are you the officer, or am I the officer!"

"Don't forget, your mission is to obey my orders!"

"Now I order you: find the right opportunity and take out the commander opposite us!"

Facing his officer's fury, Qiaozhi frowned slightly and looked helpless; the other man's spit had even landed on his face.

"I can't do it," Qiaozhi refused flatly and adjusted his Helmet.

Kelinxi immediately gritted his teeth and was about to start cursing again to let this kid know who was boss.

But just as he was about to speak, Kelinxi

"Officer, you don't really think that shot just now could have hit the commander opposite us, do you?"

Qiaozhi grew serious and said to Kelinxi, "From the position of that French officer, even our latest developed rifles couldn't make a precise shot."

"Besides, you know, the position he is standing in is extremely tricky; without a guarantee of a kill, my priority naturally lies with others."

Kelinxi sneered, "Others? What impact could those two Indians have on the battle situation?"

Qiaozhi did not answer, but instead looked toward the battlefield.

After a night of fierce fighting, the horizon was now slightly turning white; it was no longer so dark.

However, the battlefield had fallen into an even more chaotic state.

Especially after the Indians witnessed their own kin being executed by the French, they had fallen into complete madness.

They charged frantically at their enemies, the French.

A three-way melee, in utter chaos.

But for Britain, this was good news.

The Indians' riot was because they saw the French execute their kin, so the ones they were actively attacking were also the French.

These charging French Guard were suddenly caught off guard by a surprise attack from their own cannon fodder.

Moreover, ever since firearms were invented, they had always been adapted for close combat, but the current situation was quite different.

This group of Indians had hunted for years, and their civilization was still in the relatively backward era of cold weapons; close-quarters combat was their forte.

Therefore, even without guns, the Indians could become a significant obstacle while fighting the French at close range.

"Look," Qiaozhi said indifferently.

Kelinxi watched the turn of events on the battlefield, his face brightening with joy.

Originally, they were at an absolute disadvantage; the advancement of their weapons could not yet compensate for the gap in numbers.

But at this moment, the French advantage in numbers was being whittled away bit by bit.

"That's it, keep working hard, you Indians, for the sake of our British victory!"

"Victory?"

Qiaozhi chuckled, looked at the brightening sky, and said, "I don't think so."

Kelinxi frowned; although he appreciated Qiaozhi now, hearing such defeatist talk was very unpleasant to his ears.

"We have such a big advantage now; if we press the attack, we might just win this war!"

Qiaozhi shook his head and analyzed calmly, "We have an advantage now only because we, the British, are relatively far from the Indians."

"The advantage in this war is because of this group of Indians."

"Don't forget what kind of treatment this group of Indians receives where we come from."

Hearing this, Kelinxi fell silent; they in Britain had always treated Indians as slaves, no different from those Black people from Africa.

"But we can't just do nothing; this is a gold mine, we must take it!"

Qiaozhi looked at Kelinxi and suddenly said, "Officer, I suggest we retreat now and hide in the jungle, otherwise we might all be wiped out here!"

Upon hearing this, Kelinxi flew into a rage, "You are undermining the morale of the troops!"

He immediately pulled out the gun at his waist, pressed it against Qiaozhi's head, and said coldly, "According to military law, I could shoot you right now!"

Qiaozhi remained calm, looking at Kelinxi.

Kelinxi never pulled the trigger and finally lowered his gun in frustration; although Qiaozhi was only a Captain.

He was one of the few people in the British Colonial Area who could use Britain's latest weapons.

His status was special; he could not actually shoot and kill him.

Seeing him lower the gun, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Qiaozhi's mouth, and he said, "Officer, there is nothing we can do now but retreat."

"This is no longer our battlefield; whether we fire at the French or the Indians, there will be no good outcome."

Kelinxi fell into deep thought; thinking it over, if they fired at the French, then this group of crazed Indians would grow in strength even faster.

But there was no guarantee that these Indians wouldn't turn around and deal with them; after all, the Indians had it even worse under the British.

If they shot these Indians, that would be digging their own graves.

The French had an advantage in numbers and terrain that Britain could not catch up with in a short time.

"Let the Indians handle the battle here; if we don't retreat now, it will be too late once the day is fully bright!" Qiaozhi said.

Kelinxi glanced at the sky, weighed the pros and cons, and could only say, "Retreat."

"Retreat! Everyone pull out of here and set an ambush in the mountain forest!"

Following Kelinxi's order, the British Soldiers immediately withdrew.

Withdrawing toward the unknown mountain forest, Britain suffered relatively few losses in this chaotic battle.

After all, they were the side holding their ground, while the French were the side on the offensive.

However, the French commander could only watch helplessly at this moment as the British troops withdrew.

"Pursue! Pursue!" the French commander issued the order.

But the French Guard were still struggling against the Indians and could not break away for the moment.

At this moment, the Indian chief watched as the sky grew brighter and brighter; Britain had already withdrawn, and these Frenchmen no longer had any concerns.

They could deal with the Indians without restraint, so he immediately fired three blank shots, which was the signal to retreat.

Upon hearing this signal, the Indians who had participated in the unrest took the guns they had managed to seize with great difficulty and scattered rapidly toward the mountain forest.

Most of them were hunters, and once they entered the mountain forest, it was just like returning to their own homes.

In the mountain forest, although these Frenchmen were familiar with the terrain, they dared not pursue them.

"Chief..." an Indian looked toward the chief who was leading them.

The Indian chief raised his gun at him, did not pull the trigger, and shook his head; he could not leave yet, as his mission in France had not yet been completed.

That person felt helpless and could only rush into the mountain forest, taking one last deep look at the Indian chief.