At this time, an urgent military report came over.
"General, the French army is coming here. Judging from the size, there are many people!"
Upon hearing the news, both Nashadir and Sean cheered up.
"Quickly, bury these mines quickly. The French army must not detect anything!"
Everyone got busy immediately, and the mines had not been laid yet.
"The French army is still thirty miles away from us. It's almost too late!"
Everyone's faces were anxious.
Sean ordered in a deep voice to leave a group of people to lay mines, and the remaining people would notify the troops and immediately set up an ambush.
Nashadir also said: "Henry, lead the cavalry to ambush the left and right sides. After the mines explode, you launch charges from the left and right sides and tear apart the French army's formation!"
"yes!"
The rebel alliance army and Nashadir's troops each prepared according to their researched battle plans.
"The enemy is still twenty miles away from us!"
Nashadir looked at the remaining mines and hurriedly buried them.
The distance of twenty miles is already very close, and according to the marching speed of the French army, they will arrive in a short time.
They had no time to delay.
"The enemy is still ten miles away!"
Sean and Nashadir quickly cleared the road conditions on this section of the path and covered it with leaves.
After doing this, Sean and Nashadir immediately lurked into the nearby house.
This is a plain with no steep hills, but there were residents here before. Since the war came, they have fled long ago.
No one lives here now.
Nashadir breathed calmly, his eyes fixed on the ground. Sean was right next to him, and he was also looking at the ground.
Time ticked by, and nervous sweat dripped from Nashadir's forehead.
At this moment, the flag of the French Army appeared on the ground.
Sean's pupils suddenly shrank, and his body sank down, making him even more hidden.
The others held their breath and stared nervously at the French army.
They didn't seem to notice that there were landmines or traps ahead.
Sean's heart was in his throat. He looked at the number of French troops and the weapons and equipment they held. They were not a little better than them.
When they rushed forward with the weapons in their hands, it was very likely that the French army took advantage of the weapons and launched a counter-attack.
Seeing the French troops stepping on the mines, Sean swallowed.
Boom!
There was a huge explosion and smoke rose up.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
When Sean looked at the battlefield once, he realized that many French soldiers had died due to the explosion of landmines, and his brain temporarily went blank.
He turned to look at Nashadir and gave a thumbs up. At this time, he heard the other party murmur: "I didn't expect it to be successful."
Sean was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Nashadir stood up, waved his command knife forward, and shouted loudly: "Kill!"
"Kill all these Frenchmen!"
Nashadir's troops rushed out from the left and right sides. Sean was ignited by this emotion. He stood up and took out his musket and shouted: "Come on, brothers!"
"Get these Frenchmen out!"
Sean's rebel army rushed out in mighty force.
In the dust, the French troops who had experienced the explosion had not had time to react.
They couldn't even see what kind of enemy appeared in front of them.
The commander even panicked and shouted: "Don't be chaotic, don't be chaotic, keep the formation, keep the formation!"