"Although we have this guy's guidance, we can't take it lightly. There might be an ambush ahead." Qiul said cautiously.
George smiled and didn't take it to heart. He had already thought of a solution to such a problem.
"It doesn't matter, no matter there is an ambush ahead, he will lead the way for us." George smiled and looked at the French soldiers leading the way when he said this.
He said it loudly on purpose, just to let him know that if he took the wrong path, he would be the first to be unlucky.
The French soldier walked in front, and no one looked at his gloomy face.
Qiu Er felt relieved when he saw that George had already found a way to deal with it.
Because of the French soldiers leading the way, the road was much safer until night.
There are thirty-one people here in total.
Usually, in the dark night, they have to arrange at least three people to keep watch. One hour at a time is more than enough.
But now because I have a prisoner.
At least two people were required to guard the prisoner, and the number of night watchmen had to be changed from three to five, with two people guarding the prisoner.
This was to ensure that he would not escape and tip off the French troops.
But as a result, the manpower was somewhat stretched, and George had to make the decision to extend the duty to ensure the safety of the team.
No one objected to this proposal, it just became two hours.
But they have to take care of this prisoner, which is the most dangerous and debilitating thing to do.
When night fell and everyone had a simple dinner, the day's vigil began.
Because during this period of vigil, no one wants to sleep unsteadily, so I wake up during this period and stay awake for two hours before going to sleep.
George and Chur, as the two captains, naturally shouldered the task of keeping watch during this period.
Late that night, the moon disappeared into the dark clouds. Although winter was about to pass, the cold still came as always.
George was woken up by Chuul and he opened his sore eyes.
His faint starlight saw Chur in the darkness.
"Hey, George, we're guarding that French soldier. He hasn't slept yet."
George rubbed his temples, hummed slightly, and walked over with his musket.
Chur held the rope tied to the prisoner, and George pointed his musket at the French soldiers, but did not load it, but kept it in his hand to guard against the prisoner doing anything to harm them.
When the French soldier saw two people he was familiar with, he sat up immediately.
Look at them.
It's like staring into the abyss.
The atmosphere was a little strange, but no one could bear this kind of dead silence. He had never taken prisoners before and now he saw his comrades who were fighting with him lying in a pool of blood.
Until now, he was forced to lead the way for the enemy, and he didn't even know when death would come.
I don't understand why these British people still go to the battlefield. In the current frontline theater, the British people simply cannot maintain the front line.
The officers within them are all reselling military equipment.
Fear was biting him.
He had to do something to ensure his survival.
He couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Both captains, if I take you away from here, can you let me go?"
Qiul hesitated for a moment, and George smiled and said: "I never lie. If you can take us back to the British front line, I will definitely let you go."