"You just had the opportunity to kill the French commander on the other side and end this war quickly, so why did you shoot the Indians!"
Clancy looked confused and snorted, "What a great opportunity just now."
With such a long distance, it is obviously possible...
Clancy stared at George, who had a dull look on his face.
"Why!"
"Heh, sir, I think your idea is a bit naive." George smiled and said lightly.
Upon hearing these words, Clancy's eyes suddenly changed, he grabbed George's collar and reprimanded loudly: "You are the chief, or I am the chief!"
"Don't forget, your mission is to obey my orders!"
"Now I order you to find the right opportunity and kill the commander on the opposite side!"
Faced with the fury of his commander, George frowned slightly, with a look of helplessness on his face, and the other man's spit almost touched his face.
"It can't be done." George refused and pressed his helmet.
Clincy immediately gritted his teeth and started to curse, letting this kid know how powerful he was.
But when he was about to speak, Clintsy
"Sir, you don't really think that the shot just now could hit the commander on the opposite side, do you?"
George became serious and said to Clancy: "The position of the French commander cannot be accurately shot by our newly developed gun."
"And, you know, the position he's standing in is very tricky. If I can't guarantee a kill, my priority is naturally other people."
Clancy sneered: "Others? What impact can those two Indians have on the battle situation?"
George did not answer, but looked towards the battlefield.
After a night of fierce fighting, the sky was now slightly whiter and it was no longer so dark.
But the battlefield fell into even more chaos.
Especially after the Indians witnessed their relatives being executed by the French, they completely fell into madness.
They pounced wildly on their enemies, the French.
The three parties were fighting in chaos.
But it's good news for Britain.
The Indians rioted because they saw France executing their relatives, so they took the initiative to attack the French.
The French guards who launched the charge were suddenly attacked by their own cannon fodder and were unable to react.
Moreover, since the invention of thermal weapons, they have always been adapted to close combat, but the current situation is different.
This group of Indians hunt all year round, and their civilization is still in the relatively backward cold weapon age. Close combat is their strength.
Therefore, even Indians without guns can become a considerable resistance in close combat with the French.
"Let's see." George said indifferently.
Clancy's face lit up as he watched the battlefield take a turn for the better.
Originally, they were at an absolute disadvantage. With their advanced weapons, there was currently no way to make up for the gap in numbers.
But at this moment, the numerical gap in France is gradually weakening.
"That's it, these Indians, keep working hard for our victory in Britain!"
"victory?"
George laughed, looked brighter and brighter, and said, "I don't think so."
Clintsy frowned. Although he admired George now, it was very unpleasant to hear his discouraging words.