Li He was dismissed from his position as commander of Tasmania Island on the spot.
Without any power.
Xie Fang looked at Drew and said calmly: "I originally intended to celebrate the Dragon Flame Festival. Since you intend to prepare fireworks, I will leave this task to you."
Xie Fang felt happy and bowed his head: "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will definitely handle this matter well."
Xie Fang nodded, turned and left.
Drew was ecstatic in his heart. With the title of preparing for the Spring Festival, he would be able to act more brazenly.
He glanced at Li He and said with a chuckle: "Li He, Li He, I told you a long time ago not to touch those black powders. Now you know."
"Without His Majesty's order, would I dare to touch this black powder?"
Li He glared at him. After all, Xie Fang was not Liu Zheng. He smiled helplessly and turned to leave.
With this guy Drew, he doesn't have much to say.
Li He's other brothers saw him leaving and chased him together.
After Drew saw everyone leaving, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as if the conspiracy had succeeded. Although he only dismissed Li He from his position, he did not take his life.
But that's not important.
Li He, who has no position, has nothing to fear.
No one can stop his next actions.
When it was late at night, Drew ordered his men: "Tell the others that Li He has dismounted, so they can start taking action and wait for the general and I to give orders to prepare to seize the island."
...
At this time, America.
The third day after the destruction of the British Expeditionary Force.
The only remaining survivors of the expeditionary force, George, Chul and the remaining 30-man team, were hiding in the jungle like frightened animals in what they thought was a safe haven, not daring to take the next step.
For them, being alive now is already a gift from the Lord.
The entire 10,000 expeditionary force is now reduced to withered bones.
In this jungle, there are still remnants of the French army, patrolling everywhere to see if there are any escaped British soldiers.
"George, it's been three days, and the food and water we brought with us are almost gone. If we can't think of a way, we will either be eaten by wild wolves in the jungle, or we will be caught and beaten to death by the French."
Qiul said very uneasily.
In the first two missions, George showed excellent leadership and judgment skills. For Chur, George was their only hope for survival.
After thinking calmly, George said: "We don't know the terrain of this jungle. If we can get a terrain map, I think I can take you out."
When he heard this sentence, Qiul's eyes lit up. This meant that there was still a way to get out alive, but he had a thought that there was a slight problem with George's plan.
When in a large army, the only people responsible for studying routes are the officers, as long as they carry maps with them.
No one else had a map on them.
And these people have all died in the hands of the French. Although the battle has ended for three days, the place where the large army was destroyed is still guarded by French garrison.
If they go now, they will die.
Qiul looked at the others and asked, "Are any of you familiar with the nearby terrain?"