The people who stayed behind were the close associates of those officers.
Even if some British soldiers were withdrawn, the British military strength still far exceeded that of the French army.
After the old general withdrew, in order to stabilize the morale of the army.
A temporary command department was immediately established among the British troops, and the deputy general took over the command.
He directly ordered the British army to fight head-on with the French army.
Use the absolute advantage of military strength to crush your opponents.
Not long after the old general left, he heard the sound of gunfire coming from the battlefield, which did not last long.
Soon the sound of gunfire and the sound of war completely subsided.
The sound of cheering French soldiers came from the camp.
The old general sighed. He was defeated. Unsurprisingly, he was defeated. He uttered a sentence: "I have walked on more bridges than you have walked on. I deserve it..."
He looked at the gradually darkening sky and heard the faint shouts of killing from the French behind the troops.
He had to hurry up and get into the nearby mountains before dark to escape the pursuit of the French behind him.
Although the old general led many British troops to retreat.
But he knew clearly that these people retreated with him out of fear of fighting the French.
The old general knew exactly what fighting power these people had. Regarding this, the old general could only sigh helplessly.
These British soldiers have lost their fighting spirit. Even if they still have weapons in their hands, they have no fighting ability at all.
How long had passed before the British soldiers became so miserable?
The old general sighed. He knew what problems the troops in the British colonial area were facing now.
The tactics are old-fashioned, the soldiers lack fighting spirit, and many soldiers are afraid of going to the battlefield.
Although he knew there were problems with the teams he led, he didn't have the energy to solve them.
He is old and has used up a lot of energy in this battle.
The old general looked helplessly at the sky. He could only leave these problems of the British Colonial Forces to his descendants.
Let them figure it out.
I heard the sounds of pursuit coming from behind me, getting smaller and smaller.
The old general's tight strings were loosened.
They had escaped the pursuit of the French and sneaked into the jungle.
In the dark, moonless jungle, the French army did not dare to attack.
This dead night brought partial peace to the British soldiers.
Some people leaned on the big withered trees and fell asleep.
The old general looked around, his heart quietly relieved.
He looked at the darkness around him, and his ears and eyes had become a little dull due to his old age.
I didn't hear any slight movement on the ground.
Maybe it's the wind, maybe it's the sound of footsteps.
No matter what it is, it doesn't matter anymore.
The old general seemed unable to hear a single glance, and his eyelids closed feebly.
But just when he was about to close his eyes, a flash of white suddenly appeared in the darkness, and two eyes like the eyes of death stared at him.
The old general was suddenly startled and wanted to resist.
But the other party is like the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting lives.
At the end of his life, the old general finally figured out where these people came from.