"Our advantage is so great now. If we take advantage of the victory and pursue it, this war may be won!"
George shook his head and analyzed calmly: "We have an advantage now because Britain is relatively far away from the Indians."
"The advantage of this war was caused by this group of Indians."
"Don't forget how these Indians are treated in our place."
Hearing this, Clancy fell silent. The British people have always regarded Indians as slaves, no different from black people from Africa.
"But we can't do nothing, this is a gold mine, we must win it!"
George looked at Clancy and suddenly said: "Sir, I suggest that we retreat now and hide in the jungle, otherwise we may be annihilated here!"
Upon hearing this, Collinsy became furious: "You are shaking the morale of the army!"
He immediately took out the gun from his waist, put it on George's head, and said coldly: "According to military law, I can shoot you right now!"
George looked at Clancy with a calm face.
Clancy never pulled the trigger, and finally put down the gun helplessly. Although George was only a captain officer.
But it is a British colonial area, and there are only a few people who can use Britain's latest weapons.
Due to his special status, he couldn't really shoot him.
Seeing him put down the gun, a faint smile appeared on George's lips and said: "Sir, we can do nothing but retreat now."
"This is no longer our battlefield. No matter whether we shoot at the French or the Indians, there will be no good results."
Clancy was deep in thought, thinking carefully, if they shot at the French, this group of crazy Indians would grow in strength faster.
But there is no guarantee that these Indians will not turn against them. After all, the Indians are even worse in Britain.
If you shoot these Indians, you will be digging your grave.
France has numerical advantages and terrain advantages that Britain cannot catch up with in a short time.
"Leave the battle here to those Indians. If we don't retreat, it will be too late when it gets completely light!" George said.
Clincy glanced at the sky, weighed his options, and could only say: "Retreat."
"Retreat! Everyone, get out of here and ambush in the mountains and forests!"
As Clincy's order was given, the British soldiers immediately withdrew.
Withdrawing towards the unknown mountains and forests, Britain's losses in this melee were relatively small.
After all, they are the defending side and France is the attacking side.
But the French commander could only watch the British troops withdraw.
"Pursuit! Pursue!" the French commander ordered.
But now the French guards are still fighting with the Indians, and they can't be separated for a while.
At this moment, the Indian chief saw that the sky was getting brighter and brighter. The British had withdrawn, and the French had no worries.
Now that he could attack the enemy Indians unscrupulously, he immediately fired three blank shots, which was a signal to retreat.
After hearing this signal, the Indians who participated in the turmoil took the guns they had finally snatched and quickly dispersed into the mountains and forests.
Most of them are hunters, and entering the mountains and forests is like entering their homes.
In the mountains and forests, although these French people were familiar with the terrain, they did not dare to pursue them.
"Chief..." An Indian looked at the chief who led them.
The Indian chief pointed his gun at him without pulling the trigger. He shook his head. He couldn't leave yet. His mission in France was not completed yet.
The man had no choice but to rush into the forest and take a deep look at the Indian chief.