The advantage was originally on their side, but how could it be reversed in an instant?
A spear stained with blood, under the sun, is like a scythe from hell that demands their souls, harvesting lives like the God of Death.
The general of position three, his face stiffened and turned as pale as a cloud.
If we lose the battle on the battlefield, position No. 3 will definitely not be saved!
His last trace of rationality told him that the outcome of this battle had not been decided yet.
He still had 3,000 infantry that he could use. He just had to push these Britons back and take advantage of the terrain to hold on to their position.
As long as they are dragged to the second position for support, they still have a chance to win.
"Charge, charge!" the general of position three shouted hoarsely.
But the defeat was overwhelming, and these soldiers just ran for their lives in a hurry, not remembering any military orders.
The general of the third position held the saber tightly in his hand. When he saw a soldier escaping from him, he stabbed him suddenly.
The soldier's chest was pierced, and he was bleeding. He glanced at the general hesitantly.
The general at position three was extremely indifferent. When the other soldiers saw this scene, great terror slowly rose in their hearts.
"Escape from battle is tantamount to a death penalty!"
Yes, the French soldiers remembered the military order that escaping from battle was a capital offense!
This is America, where can they escape to?
Fleeing to the mountains and forests? Those Indians hated the French the most.
Escape to Britain...Return to Dragon Flame City.
France is surrounded by enemies, and they cannot and cannot escape.
"We still have three thousand people. The opponent's number is not as large as ours. As long as we charge in a wave, we can definitely push back those Britons!"
"Don't forget, we still have reinforcements. The reinforcements for position two are coming soon!"
"Do you want merit or perdition?"
Hearing these words, the French soldiers suddenly woke up.
This is position three. They have the largest number of people. Why do they still want to escape?
The British guards had only broken through their first layer of protection.
In an instant, the French soldiers who had wanted to retreat united again and fought together with the British guards.
When Captain George saw this scene, he narrowed his eyes slightly. This general in position three was unusual.
In a few words, these soldiers who were thinking of retreating were able to inspire them to fight bloody battles again.
If it weren't for a war, he would want to get to know this general and communicate with him.
What a pity.
"Musketeers!" Captain George shouted coldly.
The musketry team he brought this time was not ordinary. In order to achieve a quick victory, Captain George specially wanted Long Yancheng to purchase 300 continuous-fire muskets.
Yes, of all the continuous-shooting muskets in the world, only Longyan has them.
Long Yan's musket can fire six rounds in a row, has roller shooting, and can reload very quickly, but the cost of such a musket is very high.
Even the bullets are specially made by Long Yan, and this company alone has no semicolon.
George sold three hundred muskets and one thousand rounds of ammunition for one hundred gold coins.
The cost was so high that George just scolded it.
It is difficult to use in large-scale operations and can only be equipped with a small number of troops.
This gun with a rather unique shape is called a 'revolver' by Long Yan!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out, and countless French soldiers fell to the ground. When they died, they did not know what strange weapons the British soldiers finally took out.
At this moment, the British were like the God of Death, harvesting life again, but the French soldiers had no intention of retreating.
In their understanding, the British only used unique-shaped muskets.
You also need to fill the bullet.
By the time they changed gears, these Britons had died countless times under their own spears.