"Yes, Lieutenant!" Guerson did not continue to hold on. He turned around and shouted loudly to the soldiers in a bright voice:

"Everyone has it, stop moving forward, sit down and rest for fifteen minutes! You can drink water!"

With his command, the English soldiers in red, stopped under the command of the non-commissioned officers and sat down one by one on the road. Then Guerson turned around to help Alexander dismount. Suddenly, he heard a gunshot, and Alexander's body shook on the horse's back and fell down.

The gunshot seemed to be a signal, and there was a gunshot in the bushes, and the British soldiers on the road fell down. A sharp scream came from the crowd.

"Ambued!"

"Damn it!"

"Office! Where are the officers?"

Sergeant Guerson rushed to Alexander's horse and helped him up from the ground. He saw a wound on the lieutenant's chest. He quickly pulled away his red uniform, and the blood stains on his white shirt were expanding rapidly. He quickly pulled his shirt to bandage it.

"Don't waste time, I'm done!" The severe pain that touched the wound woke Alexander up. He shook his head weakly. Blood was pouring out of his wound, and his rosy cheeks were quickly turning pale. As a veteran, Guerson knew that the lieutenant was right and the bullet should have shot through his heart. Five minutes, at most ten minutes, the lieutenant was going to see God.

"Terminating the army on my behalf! Use bayonets to attack! Kill the puppies!" Alexander said the last sentence weakly, then fainted. Guerson stood up, closed the lieutenant's eyes, and shouted loudly: "Children, get bayonets, turn right, and attack horizontally!"

The thick voice of the old non-commissioned officer suddenly restored the British soldiers' calmness. The warriors in red dressed up bayonets and rushed towards the bushes that shot at them. Because Britain adopted the volunteer army system at that time, unlike other European countries at that time, although the British army was not large in size, the quality of soldiers was the highest. Coupled with the firmness and tenacity of the British nationality, they often dared to use two rows to resist the impact of the opponent's infantry columns and even cavalry. Because the British army traditionally wore red uniforms, it was known as "thin red lines" at that time.

Behind the bush, Songshan was lying behind a mound, observing the battle situation through the gaps in the bush. Beside him, there were two people, gray eyes and earth walkers. When they saw the ambushed British army quickly launched a bayonet charge towards the back of the bush. Through the gaps in the bush, a row of shaky bayonets could be clearly seen rushing towards this side, which made people feel heartbroken. The insurgencies hidden in the bush began to instinctively retreat. Seeing all this, Songshan shouted loudly: "Let the brothers in the reserves go up!"

"No!" Gray-eyed replied calmly: "There are trenches and bushes, and the British cannot rush to it. They will escape in a while. Then let the reserves go up again!"

As expected by Gray Eyes, British soldiers quickly crossed the trench, but the dense bushes blocked their way. These thorny waffles were simply natural barbed wire, whimpering the British soldiers who were trying to cross. The British soldiers only had bayonets and no tools like wide-blade machetes or axes, so they could not clear out a road that could allow them to pass in a short time. The insurrectionists, who had already seen the enemy could not cross the bushes, were relieved to shoot at the British. The shooting between the two sides was very good at the British army.

Unfavorable, these ambushers were generally wearing gray or black clothes, hiding behind the bushes, and could not separate them from the bushes at all; while British soldiers were wearing bright red uniforms, which were very conspicuous; and there were no obstacles on the empty roads, and there were muddy paddy fields behind them. Some British soldiers who ran into there were immediately trapped in and could not move, becoming living targets for the ambushers. This one-sided ambush only lasted twenty minutes, and was ambushed with nearly fifty bodies and a large number of weapons and fled in panic.

"Long live!"

Seeing the British army running away, the uprisingers stood up, waved their weapons, and cheered loudly. There was no doubt that this was an overwhelming victory. Less than 200 uprisingers ambushed about 100 British troops and killed fifty people. The uprisingers suffered only three minor injuries and one serious injury. You should know that in history, the armies of Western powers often faced several times or even dozens of times of their enemies with their weapons and organizational advantages, and were still able to achieve overwhelming victory. For most of the uprisingers, it was like dreaming.

"Gray Eyes! You did a great job, I can't believe that all this is true!" Song Chan hugged his companion ecstatically - the real planner of this ambush, when the insurrectionists left Bagan, he quickly chose favorable terrain after the current post discovered the British and ambushed the enemy.

"Chief, we are actually very lucky this time!" Gray eyes seemed a little uncomfortable with Song Shen's overly intimate behavior. He gently broke free from Song Shen's embrace and pointed to the battlefield and replied: "The British officers are inexperienced young men. He did not send raids in front of the army and on both wings, otherwise they would not be ambushed; secondly, they did not know the terrain of this area. They did not know how insurmountable the bushes such as scrubs will grow into, nor did they know that the rice fields are now muddy; in the end they should not launch a reckless attack, so that the soldiers will become our living targets in front of the bushes. They should set fire first. It has been more than a month since the rainy season has passed, and the bushes can be ignited. If they do this, we must retreat and be exposed to their guns."

"Then what you mean is different next time?" Song Chan heard the meaning that Huiying didn't say.

"Yes, boss, if you were on the flat ground, we would lose now. The first impact of the British would tear us to pieces. My father fought with them during the First British-British War. Even in the rain of bullets, the British could still line up in neat formations and rushed towards you with bayonets. Next time they would learn from this lesson, send out a ward to get familiar with the local terrain. So I think the battlefield should be cleaned as soon as possible and leave here!"

"You are right. I'm so lucky to have someone as a companion like you!" Song Chan nodded, then he turned around and shouted to his subordinates who were busy searching for money and shoes from the British army's corpses: "Move quickly, let's leave here as soon as possible!"

That night, the British army camp.

"What did you say? Lieutenant Alexander's company was ambushed? The lieutenant himself died in battle and lost more than seventy people?" Duncan stood up from his seat angrily. His green eyes turned dark due to bloodshot, which was a sign of his anger

"Yes, Major! We were ambushed on the road leading to Bagan City. The enemy hid behind the bushes and opened fire at us. Our terrain was very unfavorable. There was no hidden place on the road, and behind it were harvested rice fields. The lieutenant was shot at the beginning. He ordered a bayonet to attack the enemy in the bushes, but-" Sergeant Juerson, who was standing in front of him, could not help but retreated in a hurry. He knew the temper of the old commander and his speech was stuck.

"But what? Don't tell me that the enemy repelled our bayonet charge?" Duncan waved impatiently.

"But the bushes on one side of the road were very dense and covered with small thorns, so our soldiers could not get past them, and the enemy could hide behind and keep firing at us!"

"Damn it!" Duncan scolded angrily: "Why don't you send outposts on the vanguard and the wings when you march? Why do you have to rest in such a bad place, why do the lieutenant ride his beautiful Arabian horse? Don't he know that this is the fastest way to die? Any good enemy shooter will find out where the officer is and then open his head with a shot?"

Duncan's continuous questions made Sergeant Guelson shut up, not knowing how to answer. Duncan stared at his old subordinates fiercely. After a while, the anger on his face gradually became weaker.

"Well, old man, I know it's not your fault. The noble boy who graduated from Sanhurst would not listen to you at all. He is the head of this company!" Duncan shook his huge red hair sadly: "Gulson, this is our sorrow. Power is always in the hands of those who don't know how to apply them, but experts can only stare at you. Please forgive me for the injustice I just got angry at you!"

"No, Major, if you were in my position, you would stick to your own opinions, so that the seventy good guys would not die on that road!" Guerson lowered his head in shame. The old soldier's usual tough and solemn face was full of shame and self-blame: "Lt. Alexander has redeemed his fault with his life, and I am still alive. Someone needs to be responsible for failure. I am ready to accept any punishment!"

"Enough, Guerson, the power of everyone is valuable now, especially veterans like you, soldiers need you." Duncan patted the other party's shoulder: "Now tell me, who ambush you? Burmese or Shun Chinese?"

"It should be Burmese!" Guerson replied after a moment of thought: "If it were the Shun Army, their shooting would not be so messy, and I noticed that they did not have any artillery, and the soldiers were wearing very messy. The most important thing is that if I were the commander of the ambush, I would launch an attack when we finally retreated, so that we could all be wiped out there, instead of hiding behind the bushes and firing cold guns at us! This is not like the performance of an organized army!"
Chapter completed!