I don't know how many bloody Indians died here. Qin Changfeng looked at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the darkness.
For others, it's the road to hell.
But for Indians, this is their road to heaven.
As the heavy city gate slowly opened, Qin Changfeng clenched his fists, and the Indians immediately raised their weapons, trying to kill the enemy.
But seeing the scene here, the Indians were stunned for a moment, and tears fell on the ground.
There is light ahead, although it is dim.
But it lights the way forward.
Holding a torch, the bloody Indian dragged his heavy body and looked at the Indian troops who had survived the battle outside the door. With a trembling voice, he roared: "Go home!"
Their homeland had long been occupied by the French and British.
Some people don't live in this part of North America.
Their homes have long been destroyed.
The home they want to return to is not the jungle before.
The home they want to return to is Yuncheng, which the Longyan people helped them build.
It was the capital of the Indians.
It is a new homeland established by the Indians with the help of the Longyan people.
Countless Indians shed tears because of this.
Qin Changfeng took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, clenched his fists and released them.
He seemed to hear the French troops approaching, and there was no time to be sentimental now. The French support troops were right behind them.
If we encounter the French army now, all the passes they have conquered with great pains and countless sacrifices will have no effect.
There is no time to be sentimental, and there is no time to clean up the battlefield.
Qin Changfeng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The war is not over yet, the crisis is not over yet, we must leave!"
The Indians who heard this sentence showed sadness.
There is a complete indifference between heaven and earth.
As a Longyan person, he knew that there were two major things in life, and he had to do them no matter what.
One is getting married.
The other thing is life and death, although I don’t know if the Indians have similar customs.
But for Qin Changfeng, it was a heavy blow to him that he could not take the bodies of his comrades back and bury them in his hometown.
However, now that the deceased have left, they have left behind the hope of life.
Qin Changfeng already has a very deep friendship with these Indians who have only been together for a very short time. They are all people who have experienced life and death together.
Qin Changfeng is an emotional person, and his mood at the moment seems to be being squeezed repeatedly by invisible hands.
But there is nothing you can do.
When Qin Changfeng saw that the Indians were not making any movement, he knew that someone must lead them now.
Qin Changfeng temporarily suppressed the sadness in his heart, jumped on his horse, and took the lead in the charge.
If someone leads, someone will naturally follow.
Those Indians looked at Qin Changfeng leading them to the bright road, looking at Qin Changfeng as if he were a beam of light.
The Indians pursued them, and the insurgent army moved all the way south...