Britain had an absolute numerical advantage in the colonial areas of America.
In terms of military strength and technology, Britain should generally be stronger than France, but Britain's strength lies in its navy.
The number of battleships they possess far exceeds that of France, and their army is too weak in comparison.
There is no doubt that the navy is powerful. In comparison, the British army has little combat effectiveness.
Originally, the British Army had not experienced many decent battles.
When I was fighting for gold mines with the French army, I relied entirely on Long Yan's equipment to gain a technological advantage.
The Ohio River is a plain area, and the equipment previously sold to the British army did not have much combat effectiveness. In addition, the already stretched army troops could not play any role at all.
Even relying on the equipment provided by Dragon Flame has not improved the current battle situation in Britain.
Fang Dalong thought of an ancient saying from Longyan: 'A Dou who cannot be helped!'
At this moment, when Fang Dalong was thinking wildly, a fat figure entered the ward.
When he saw Fang Dalong lying on the hospital bed, he immediately cried out in mourning, "Brother Fang, what's wrong with you?"
"How could it become like this!"
Fang Dalong looked at the person who came, and the other person's cheeks trembled violently as he cried. Faced with such mourning, which was like the death of his own father, the corner of his mouth twitched.
I thought that I was not dead yet, but this guy was screaming at me.
"Brother Oslig, I just suffered some superficial injuries, there is no need for this." Fang Dalong looked at Oslig and said.
But Oslig expressed strong doubts about Fang Dalong's statement.
"Brother Fang, I heard that you were seriously injured, and I heard that you don't use the blood of God."
"Although the injection of something like that doesn't feel good, it will really relieve your pain."
"When I was young, I would definitely use this kind of thing when I was sick. It would give me a feeling of ecstasy."
After hearing this, Fang Dalong's face was filled with shock.
I feel so ecstatic. Is this guy’s brain damaged by wine?
Fang Dalong couldn't help but feel a little more sympathetic when he looked at Oslig's fat head. This guy must have become so stupid because he injected too much wine into his body.
Quack doctors kill people!
Especially these doctors who believe in Catholicism.
Fang Dalong couldn't figure out why these doctors thought wine could cure diseases and have miraculous effects.
He wondered how other people treated with wine felt.
But judging from Oslig's answer, it's probably not much different from drinking too much.
"Poor child..." Fang Dalong sighed.
Oslig was stunned for a moment and asked without hearing clearly: "Brother Fang, what did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing."
Oslig said oh.
He immediately looked excitedly at Fang Dalong, the person he introduced to his father Richard.
Now Fang Dalong saved Richard's life.
According to this statement, shouldn't Fang Dalong take credit for saving Richard?
After all, if he hadn't introduced him, how could Fang Dalong have such merit now.
And if it weren't for him, his father might be dead.
No matter how you look at it, this credit should be placed on yourself.
Thinking of this, Oslig said shamelessly: "Brother Fang, look at you blocking the gun for my father..."
Fang Dalong looked at Oslig with a sinister smile on his face.
I thought the sun was coming out from the east, this guy was so enthusiastic.
Could it be that his conscience found out that he felt that he had saved his father and wanted to repay his kindness?
"Hey, this is a trivial matter. I saved him as a matter of course. You don't want to play with illusions. Come from reality."
Fang Dalong grinned, pinched his two fingers together and rubbed them, as if counting money.