Chapter 1740: Before the Dawn Arrives

Gelin watched as blood bloomed across his own blood-red military uniform.

A wave of pain swept through his brain.

He was slightly stunned, looking toward the direction the bullet had been fired from, where the smoke of the Grim Reaper rose from a pitch-black muzzle.

It seemed to be declaring to him that the Grim Reaper was about to arrive.

Gelin's vision gradually blurred; on the battlefield, it felt as if he could only hear the sound of his own breathing.

He saw that the situation on the battlefield had begun to change; ever since he had joined the fight, the Britain troops had been gaining the upper hand, and if they kept it up, everything would be over before dawn arrived.

He saw hazily that the Britain army he led was currently holding the upper hand on the battlefield.

Gelin let out a low roar, issuing the final order of this battle: "Warriors of Britain, you must absolutely not let these detestable Indians and French cross the Ohio River and enter our territory!"

The Britain soldiers beside Gelin, seeing the state of their commander, immediately stepped forward.

They saw that Gelin had been shot in the chest, and at this moment, the blood would not stop gushing out. M..

Their expressions changed drastically, and Gelin had already closed his eyes heavily.

But this battle was not yet over.

"For Britain!"

"For Britain!"

They were all Gelin's direct troops; Gelin falling did not strike a blow to their morale, but on the contrary, Gelin's final words instead ignited their fighting spirit.

Three thousand Britain soldiers finally erupted with endless fighting spirit.

But for the French troops, the fall of the Britain commander greatly increased their own combat morale.

To them, this was also a morale-boosting event!

The situation on the battlefield became intense once again.

On this deep Ohio River, an epic battle was being staged.

……

Several days had passed since this war.

At this moment, Fojilisi.

Mount Vernon had an unexpected guest today.

At this time, Qiaozhi was preparing for his engagement to Masha, but upon seeing the person before him, he put down everything in his hands.

"Natasha, I was just about to invite you."

Qiaozhi looked at the gloomy face beneath Natasha's black hat brim, and the smile on his face instantly stiffened.

Only then did he notice the clothes Natasha was wearing: a black dress.

This color of clothing should only be worn when attending a funeral.

Qiaozhi was slightly stunned, looking at Natasha's distraught appearance, his brows furrowed tightly; he had a very bad premonition.

"Qiaozhi, I came today to tell you one thing: when Gelin was fighting the French troops, his chest..."

"Shot in the chest..." Natasha said in an almost trembling voice.

"I don't know his condition, but I can confirm one thing: Gelin..."

"Gelin, he isn't coming back!"

Qiaozhi was stunned, staring fixedly at Natasha.

Qiaozhi stared at Natasha in disbelief, laughing breathlessly: "You have been with Gelin for so long, learning from him how to pull this kind of..."

Qiaozhi saw that Natasha's expression had not changed in the slightest, and his face slowly sank: "This is true."

Natasha gave a sound of affirmation and nodded heavily.

Qiaozhi's mind went blank, as if struck by lightning; he stared blankly at Natasha, his entire brain ceasing to think.

"You, what are you saying?"

"What exactly happened to Gelin, what on earth happened to him!"

Qiaozhi grabbed Natasha's shoulders tightly, his eyes desperate for a negative answer.

But the tear stains on Natasha's face and her evasive gaze were all telling Qiaozhi that this matter was true!

Qiaozhi released Natasha, staggering

back a few steps, losing his footing and sitting down on the cold ground, remaining silent for a long while.

Masha saw Qiaozhi sitting at the doorway, along with Natasha standing there, and was slightly stunned.

Today was the joyous day for her and Qiaozhi; why was Natasha, as a friend, wearing inauspicious black?

"Qiaozhi, why don't you invite Natasha in to sit for a while?"

"Why are you standing at the door?"

"Natasha, you must attend the banquet tonight; Qiaozhi and I are getting engaged."

Masha looked at the two of them not responding to her, especially Qiaozhi, who seemed to have a heavy burden on his mind.

Qiaozhi did not look at Masha, saying with his back turned: "I'm sorry, Masha, our engagement time has to be delayed."

"Let's cancel the banquet tonight."

Masha's brows furrowed; she looked at the state of the two of them, and instead of asking why, she said: "What happened?"

Masha looked at Natasha, but Natasha avoided her gaze and lowered her face.

But Masha clearly heard the sound of Natasha sobbing.

She looked at Qiaozhi again, only to find Qiaozhi looking at the sky, his whole person appearing as if he had lost his soul.

This simply did not look like the Qiaozhi she knew.

Qiaozhi sighed and said in a low voice: "Masha, I need a drink before I can tell you why; I'm sorry, but I am not yet able to face such a thing right now!"

Masha helped the drained Qiaozhi back into the house.

Qiaozhi drank a glass of the strongest liquor, Yinzhou Drunk from Dragon Flame, which was also the same liquor he had once shared with Gelin.

The fiery liquor entered his throat, stirring up countless memories for Qiaozhi.

After taking a few deep breaths, Qiaozhi looked at Masha and said in a deep voice, "Gelin is seriously injured; I am going to join the army."

Hearing these words, Masha did not reproach Qiaozhi.

Instead, she walked over, embraced Qiaozhi, and said softly, "Go, do what you must do."

"I will comfort Natasha on Gelin's behalf."

Qiaozhi looked at the gentle expression in Masha's eyes as she held him, his own expression trembling.

A myriad of words were stuck in his throat; he could not speak them aloud.

The woman before him had given him the greatest tenderness.

The next day, Qiaozhi bid farewell to the people in the town.

Qin even came to see him off.

Qiaozhi joined the British Expeditionary Force, but he did not choose to become a commander appointed by Kelinxi directly.

His current military rank in the troops was merely that of a squad leader.

Qiaozhi was very clear about Gelin's capabilities.

From the newspapers, Qiaozhi already knew the ins and outs of that battle: Gelin had led three thousand elite soldiers against ten thousand French troops.

This battle was a victory.

From the information in the newspapers, it could be seen that this battle was a surprise attack; Gelin was already a frontline commander, so it was impossible that he could only mobilize three thousand elite soldiers.

Moreover, the location of the battle was not far from the British Front, and the British troops could have easily provided reinforcements.

However, until the battle ended, the British troops had not sent out a single extra soldier.

No matter how one looked at these matters, they were unreasonable, which was why Qiaozhi had not accepted Kelinxi's assignment to become a frontline commander.

If he had, the information he could obtain would be extremely one-sided.

In order to get to the bottom of this matter, Qiaozhi started from the grassroots level.

Until he found the culprit, no matter who it was in the end, he would make them pay a heavy price!

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