Chapter 1818: False Intelligence

At this time, America.

The British troops led by Qiaozhi had been marching for seven days and were about to reach their battlefield.

The Monongahela River basin.

However, there was some discrepancy with the ambush location set by Dodge; they did not head toward the route that would allow them to strike directly at the British Front from the Monongahela River.

Instead, they chose to head toward the French base camp on the Monongahela River.

After approaching the Monongahela River, Qiaozhi ordered a halt to rest and did not rush the march.

He dispatched reconnaissance troops and mapmakers to survey the enemy situation, intending to launch a surprise attack only after confirming the location of the enemy's base camp.

This operation was led personally by Qiuer.

Qiaozhi remained at the base camp to await news.

After a series of scouting and searching, the mapmakers mapped out the terrain near the Monongahela River.

Qiuer also discovered the location of the French Army's base camp within the area previously determined by strategy.

"That is their base camp ahead; we must be careful and leave this place."

Qiuer looked through a Telescope at the troops stationed in the jungle and said in a low voice.

The group did not hesitate for a moment and carefully retreated from there.

None of them wanted to be caught by the French.

But during their retreat, they were unfortunately discovered by the French Army.

Qiuer led the troops in a frantic escape through the jungle, trying to find a way to survive, but it looked like the hope was very slim.

Qiuer looked at the mapmakers, pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "They are not far from our base camp. Our operation has been exposed; if we go back now, we will surely lead the enemy to our troops."

"This will cause more of our people to die. You, make five copies of the map; everyone take a map."

"We need some of us to be captured by the French so they will believe the information we tell them. Tell those hateful French that our troops will attack in three days; they will definitely attack our troops ahead of time."

"Those who survive, go find the main force and tell Qiaozhi that once he sees the map, he must not hesitate to launch the attack immediately."

"This will give our troops time to react."

"Do you understand?" Qiuer asked in a low voice.

A trace of tragedy appeared in everyone's eyes; anyone who was captured might have to face death.

Qiuer sighed and said, "If I die, I hope you will remember me and avenge me!"

"Me too."

"Me too..."

The mapmakers

soon drew five copies of the map of this area, marking the location here.

Qiuer looked at everyone and said in a low voice, "Move out!"

The five people dispersed to act.

Qiuer packed the map, and after fleeing for six hours, he was captured by the French Army under a large tree.

Soon, Qiuer was taken to the military camp by the French Army.

Without asking any questions, they subjected him to a round of torture; to them, the British were not worthy of sympathy!

After another six hours, these French Soldiers looked at the dying Qiuer, who had fainted from the pain, and splashed a basin of cold water on him to wake him up.

Only then did they remember to ask him about the British troops.

"Why did you appear here? Are there British troops here?"

Qiuer chuckled and looked at the questioning French Soldier without speaking.

The French Soldier grabbed his throat and laughed, "You can choose not to speak, but you will die. Do you want to experience that feeling again?"

Qiuer ignored him.

The French Soldier snorted coldly and took a blood-stained portrait from Qiuer's clothes, which showed Qiuer's wife and his child.

"British Soldier, I acknowledge your backbone, but don't you want to see your child and wife again?"

The French Soldier looked at the tears flickering in Qiuer's eyes and struck while the iron was hot, saying, "Think about it, how wonderful it would be to reunite with your family."

"And for this, you only need to pay a small price. Such a price is merely a moment of guilt, nothing more."

Qiuer's resolve was completely shaken under the French Soldier's persuasion.

Qiuer opened his mouth and said, "Our troops will launch an attack in three days..."

Qiuer told them everything.

The French Soldier curled his lips into a smile and immediately reported this news.

After learning this news, the French officer acted immediately. Qiuer had not only told them the time of the operation but also the route of the operation.

The French Army marched aggressively toward the fake operation route Qiuer had told them.

When the French Army arrived there, they did not find a single shadow of the British troops.

The French officer then realized he had been tricked.

And by this time, it was too late to turn back.

They had brought the most elite troops from the front line this time, all to crush the British troops.

And at this moment.

The people who had separated from Qiuer

had long since returned to the British troops.

After telling Qiaozhi what Qiuer had instructed them to say.

Qiaozhi immediately ordered the troops to attack.

And the French Army at this time had already been lured away by Qiuer's false intelligence.

It did not take long for the British troops to reach the main camp of the French troops located at the Monongahela River.

A battle broke out in an instant.

Because of Qiuer's misleading, the French troops lacked their main force.

However, they still possessed impressive combat power, and in terms of troop numbers, they were also superior to the British troops.

Qiaozhi launched a surprise attack, catching the French troops off guard.

Under this wave of attacks, the French troops retreated steadily.

Qiaozhi coldly ordered: "Fire the cannons!"

"Do not spare the Cannonballs!"

The Cannons that Qiaozhi brought this time numbered thirty, firing round after round of Cannon attacks in perfect order.

The French were completely stunned.

This was the first time they had seen such a method of plowing the ground with artillery fire.

But it was extremely effective; the French troops were sent flying and thrown into chaos by the British Cannon attacks.

The area of the position was narrow, and such dense attacks left the French troops exhausted and unable to parry.

Furthermore, their Cannons and Muskets had long been taken away by the elite troops, leaving the garrisoned troops with only a small number of Cavalry and musketeers.

After the British attack, they had no Method to defend at all.

Relying on this style of combat, the position was quickly taken by the British troops.

Upon hearing the sounds of battle coming from outside, Qiuer felt joy in his heart, and soon British Soldiers killed their way into the prison cell guarding Qiuer and rescued him.

After he came out, he felt a sense of satisfaction looking at the French position that had already been destroyed.

Seeing Qiuer, Qiaozhi thanked him: "If it weren't for your strategy, taking down the French position this time wouldn't have been so easy!"

"You are the number one contributor in this war!"

Qiuer smiled and had just begun to speak, but a Bullet flew past at high speed, kicking up snow behind him.

His voice stopped abruptly, and Qiaozhi watched with cold eyes as Qiuer's gaze grew unfocused and he collapsed into his arms.

Qiuer said in a voice that could barely be heard: "Qia... Qiaozhi, help me find my daughter... she is a dragon, Dragon Flame..."

His heart stopped beating, and everything seemed to enter into a deathly silence; Qiuer closed his eyes, his hand clutching tightly to a portrait of his family, a smile rising at the corners of his mouth.

Qiaozhi laid him down and watched the French elite troops charging over, the sound of artillery fire drowning out the shouts of battle.