Green looked at his blood-red military uniform, with blood splatters emerging from it.
A wave of pain swept through his brain.
He was stunned for a moment and looked in front of him in the direction where the bullet was fired. Death smoke rose from the dark muzzle.
It seemed to be announcing to him that death was about to arrive.
Green's vision gradually blurred, and it seemed that he could only hear his own breathing on the battlefield.
He saw that the situation on the battlefield had begun to change. Since he joined the battle, the British troops were gaining the upper hand. If they continued, everything would be over before dawn.
He vaguely saw that the British army led by him had the upper hand on the battlefield.
Green roared and issued the final order for this battle: "British warriors must not allow these hateful Indians and French to cross the Ohio River and enter our territory!"
The British soldiers beside Green immediately stepped forward after seeing the state of their commander.
They saw that Green had been shot in the chest, and blood was pouring out uncontrollably.
Their expressions changed drastically, and Green closed his eyes heavily.
But this battle is not over yet.
"For Britain!"
"For Britain!"
They were all Green's direct troops. After Green's fall, their morale was not dampened. On the contrary, Green's last words inspired their fighting spirit.
Three thousand British warriors finally burst out with endless fighting spirit.
But for the French troops, the fall of the British commander greatly improved their combat morale.
For them, this is also a morale booster!
The situation on the battlefield became intense again.
An epic battle is taking place on this deep stretch of the Ohio River.
...
Several days have passed since this war.
At this moment, Fogelis.
Mount Vernon has a rare visitor today.
At this time, George was preparing to get engaged to Martha, but when he saw the person in front of him, he put down everything in his hands.
"Natasha, I was just about to invite you."
George looked at Natasha's gloomy face under the black brim of her hat, and the smile on her face suddenly stiffened.
Only then did he notice the clothes Natasha was wearing, a black dress.
Clothes of this color should only be worn when attending funerals.
George was stunned for a moment. Looking at Natasha's lost look, his brows furrowed tightly, he had a very bad feeling.
"George, I came here today to tell you something. When Green was fighting against the French army, his chest..."
"Shot in the chest..." Natasha said almost in a trembling voice.
"I don't know his condition, but I can be sure of one thing, Green..."
"Green, he can't come back!"
George was stunned and stared at Natasha.
George stared at Natasha in disbelief and laughed out loud: "You have been with Green for so long, it is better to learn to drive like this with him..."
George saw that Natasha's expression did not change at all, and his face slowly darkened: "This is true."
Natasha hummed and nodded heavily.
George's head was stunned, and he suddenly felt like he was struck by lightning. He looked at Natasha blankly, and his whole brain stopped thinking.