It is close to a gold mine, and the terrain is very good, with almost an unobstructed view.
There is only one place that is blocked by the jungle and cannot be seen clearly, but it is still far away, so even if there is a sudden change in the jungle, we can react and deal with it in time.
Not long after the time passed, the British troops were already stationed.
It seemed unusually peaceful until late at night.
There is no way to tell that a war is about to break out here. The British guards are even a little lax and anxious.
One of the soldiers ran outside from the camp, opened his pants, and was about to have a good time.
He enjoyed the breeze and couldn't help but take out a cigarette and put it to his mouth.
But he found that he didn't have any matches with him.
At this moment, a person walked over from the side and did the same action as him.
The British guard didn't have the slightest suspicion and asked in a low voice: "Brother, did you bring any fire?"
The man was stunned and didn't answer.
The man looked up and glanced at the British soldier.
There was some doubt in his heart. Although it was dark, he could only vaguely see the appearance of this man, and found that he was no different from the French soldiers he had seen.
He could also understand what the man was saying, but his accent didn't sound like a French one.
France hasn't colonized America for that long, so the accent hasn't changed much yet.
But this person's accent is obviously not French, and his language doesn't sound like French either.
Instead, it sounds like mean British language.
My noble Frenchman will never speak the British language.
The French guard said nothing and quietly took out a match and lit his cigarette.
The British guard bent down, never taking his hands off his gun belt.
This is in the wild, and a guard suddenly appears, which is quite curious.
While the match was lit, the French guard saw his face clearly.
It's not someone I know.
The British guard said: "Thank you."
It was so dark that the British guard could not clearly see the specific appearance of the person opposite him.
But seeing that it didn't behave abnormally, the hunting positioning soldier relaxed his vigilance and asked.
"Brother, you are from that army, why haven't I seen you?"
The French guard didn't answer, but looked at him and pointed to his throat.
The British guard realized that there was no telling where he would be injured on the battlefield, and it was obvious that this man had injured his throat.
He didn't have too much doubt and patted him on the shoulder rather regretfully.
He apologized for mentioning his sadness.
The British guard chatted with him for a while, finished smoking the cigarette, stamped the cigarette butt on the ground, and said: "Brother, you go first, I will stay for a while, after all..."
The British guard could only point to himself, as the smell of smoke was strong and choking: "It would be bad if the commander found out about this."
The French guard suddenly felt something in his heart. He couldn't expose his back to the British guard.
But he still nodded.
He said he wanted to take the first step.
At this moment, a coldness flashed in the British soldier's eyes, he quickly took out his gun, took aim, and pulled the trigger.
It is best to kill anyone you encounter in such a jungle, regardless of whether they are friendly forces or not.