Chapter 1746: Ambush Circle

Qiuer stared ahead, sighed in a low voice, and wiped the tears appearing in his eyes: "Men of the Fourth Squad, follow me!"

Qiuer walked forward with heavy steps, followed by about ten British Soldiers, holding Long Spears and Muskets in their hands.

George's unit was one step ahead of Qiuer, so Qiuer's unit was following behind George's unit.

Qiuer looked at George in front and suddenly recalled the scene from before, where George had stopped him from signing up for the mission and saved his life.

This guy must be extraordinary; perhaps by following him, he could survive.

Thinking of this, Qiuer quickened his pace to catch up, watching George.

"George, do you have some Method to survive? The ambush point of the French troops is right ahead."

"With just us thirty-some new recruits, we might not be able to defeat them, and we will also run into the enemy's traps. If you have any good Method to help us survive, just say it quickly."

"It might still be in time now."

George glared at the long-winded Qiuer and said nothing, continuing to observe the surroundings instead.

This was a jungle; the snow had not yet melted, and walking on it would leave footprints, but they would soon be covered by wind, snow, and leaves.

The British Soldiers wore cloth shoes while marching, and with the rear guard clearing the tracks, they left no traces while walking.

But here it was different!

The surroundings were silent; if not for the footprints on the ground, George would hardly believe that anyone had been here.

As they went deeper, George felt more and more that this place was unusual.

He immediately stopped, made a stop gesture, and the rest of the people stopped as well.

They did not continue forward.

Qiuer was confused at the sight and was about to ask what was going on, but a hand blocked his mouth.

Qiuer was stunned, looking at George, who was watching the surroundings while making a hush gesture.

Immediately after, George made a retreat gesture.

The group retreated slowly back into the jungle. After observing that there was no danger, George stared at Qiuer and said in a low voice: "We are at war now."

"If you don't want to die, keep your voice down!"

Qiuer was stunned, but he was also full of anger; he was, after all, on equal footing with George, yet he had just been lectured by him like this.

He felt very unbalanced in his heart.

But Qiuer did not lash out, because he knew that the man named George before him really knew how to survive on the battlefield.

George looked at the wilderness again, found no movement, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Qiuer again, and said: "Alright, now you can ask whatever questions you have."

Qiuer immediately said in a low voice: "What exactly are you doing?"

"There isn't a single French person here; is it necessary for us to be this careful? I think we should return to the main force; this place is still too dangerous."

Hearing these questions, George laughed and said: "It is precisely because there are no French people here that it is dangerous."

"Why do you think these footprints on the ground were left behind?"

"Are the French bored, using these footprints to lure our troops into sending cannon fodder to their deaths to scout the path?"

Qiuer was rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

George took a breath and slowly exhaled, saying: "We may be in trouble now; the main force may have already fallen into the enemy's ambush."

"They are very likely pushing us toward the French trap."

Qiuer was so frightened that his face changed drastically: "How is this possible? How did you deduce these circumstances!"

George glanced at the footprints outside and said in a low voice: "Since we arrived in this jungle, how many small French units have we encountered? The unit has changed its route every single time."

"But we still haven't been able to bypass these French troops; this explains one problem: we encounter small French units no matter where our troops walk."

"They are forcing us to change our route of advance."

"Our main force has therefore been constantly adjusting its route, attempting to minimize losses!"

Qiuer calmed his mood a little, trying to make himself stay cool-headed.

A moment later, he said: "Your deduction is unreasonable. If that were the case, we would have let the French troops know our whereabouts long ago. They have enough strength to fight a surprise attack in the jungle; wouldn't the effect be the same?"

George shook his head and said again: "You are right; if they fought a surprise attack, it would indeed cause us heavy losses, but you have to think, what if they lost the surprise attack?"

"In a large surprise attack in the jungle, there are no conditions here for Cavalry to charge. Our unit has a full ten thousand men; for such a massive unit, the cost of a sneak attack in the jungle would not be too low."

"I estimate they are waiting for our main force to fall into the trap before launching an attack, so the French can exchange the smallest cost for the greatest victory."

After hearing this, Qiuer was lost in thought. He looked at George and asked: "Since that is the case, shouldn't we just tell the unit commander this news?"

George chuckled: "You expect our deaf and blind commander to make some wise decision?"

"Or do you think they would take the words of us small squad leaders seriously?"

Qiuer said unconvinced: "Even so, we should try; after all, there are so many people in this Expeditionary Force."

George shook his head helplessly: "It is already too late now."

Qiuer frowned and said directly: "What do you mean?"

George sighed: "When we entered this jungle, the French troops had already begun to act. The reason we are still alive is because we have not yet reached their ambush point."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sounds of battle came from not far away.

The sound of Cannon fire and battle cries rose up. Qiuer stared blankly at George, who had predicted this attack.

George sighed and said: "In this battle, the thirty-some of us no longer have the ability to change anything."

"Let's set off after the artillery fire dies down; that is all we can do now."

The group fell into silence, and soon night fell.

But the artillery fire continued; the battle lasted until the second half of the night before the sounds gradually died down.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

In the dark, dense jungle, they seemed to have merged into one.

Until only the cold isolation and dead silence remained all around.

By the next morning, Qiuer's face was as stiff as stone.

Qiaozhi led them cautiously to the place where the sound of gunfire and artillery had come from yesterday; it was quite far from where they had left the main force.

Clearly, the main force had not waited for them, but had changed direction and left.

Looking at the corpses covering the ground.

Qiaozhi felt not the slightest ripple in his heart; he watched Qiuer looking at a corpse on the ground—this person's head had been blown off, but from the military uniform he wore, it was not hard to tell that this was the officer who had previously been giving orders.

After an endless coma, Shi Yu sat up abruptly from the bed. Please,

He took deep breaths of fresh air, his chest heaving.

Confusion, bewilderment—all sorts of emotions surged into his heart.

Where is this?

Subsequently, Shi Yu subconsciously observed his surroundings, and then became even more bewildered.

A single dormitory room?

Even if he had been successfully rescued, he should be in a hospital ward right now.

And his own body... how could there not be a single injury?

Filled with doubt, Shi Yu's gaze swept quickly across the room, finally resting on a mirror at the head of the bed.

The mirror reflected his current appearance: about seventeen or eighteen years old, very handsome.

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His former self was a handsome, extraordinary young man in his twenties who had been working for some time.

But now, no matter how he looked at it, this appearance was only that of a high school student...

This change left Shi Yu stunned for a long time.

Don't tell him the surgery was a success...

His body and face had changed; this wasn't a matter of surgery anymore, but of immortal arts.

He had actually completely turned into another person!

Could it be... that he had transmigrated?

Besides the mirror placed in a spot with obviously bad feng shui at the head of the bed, Shi Yu also discovered three books nearby.

Shi Yu picked them up to look, and the titles instantly made him fall silent.

"Essential Beast Breeding Manual for Novice Breeders"

"Postpartum Care for Pet Beasts"

"Appraisal Guide for Different-Race Beast-Eared Girls"

Shi Yu:???

The titles of the first two books were still normal enough, but what is going on with the last one?

"Ahem."

Shi Yu's gaze turned solemn, and he reached out his hand, but his arm quickly stiffened.

Just as he wanted to open the third book to see what on earth this thing was, his brain suddenly felt a sharp pain, and a massive amount of memories surged forth like a tide.

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