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Chapter 3859

Chapter 3859

But without the cover of infantry and shield soldiers, this twenty-second gap would be fatal to them.

The British soldiers withstood the damage from the muskets and forced their way through the guards' defense.

Almost at the same time, other battles on the battlefield also experienced irreversible advantages.

The ladder approached the wall of Fort Carillon, and the British soldiers quickly climbed onto the city. They were already tired. Facing the British troops who had already climbed onto the city, the French army with a small number of soldiers had no idea of ​​continuing to fight.

Once the British troops landed on the city, it would be difficult for them to continue to resist. Their advantage was clearly based on the strength of Fort Carillon.

But now the strong Fort Carillon could no longer help them resist the British troops who continued to attack.

General Astimo observed through the telescope that their British troops had appeared on the walls of Fort Carillon, and the corners of his mouth rose with a smile.

With his legs clamped on the horse's back, the horse carried Astimo forward. He smiled lightly and said: "Let's go and see who the French general at Fort Carillon is."

His deputy followed suit.

By the time General Astimo arrived, the battle was almost over.

The French troops on the city wall have been defeated, and now what's left are the French troops still resisting inside the Castle of Carillon.

But the walls of Fort Carillon have been breached, and an endless stream of British soldiers rushed in.

The defeat of the French army was only a matter of time, and they were already pushed to the edge.

General Astimo ignored the dead and alive British soldiers on the ground and walked faster and faster.

The French generals seemed to be more important than these wounded soldiers.

Taking three steps and two steps at a time, Astimo arrived outside a house and saw the remaining French soldiers standing guard outside the house.

It was not difficult for Astimo to guess that the identity of the person inside might be the French general.

Astimo said indifferently: "Now I will give you a chance. If you choose to surrender, I will not kill you."

The French soldiers looked at General Astimo and were silent for several seconds.

Finally they heard the sound of someone throwing the weapons in their hands to the ground, and they could no longer bear the feeling of being in the face of death.

A tense morale dissipated, and it was difficult to gather it together again.

"We surrender...surrender!"

One of the French soldiers shouted in despair.

Astimo glanced at him and nodded: "Well, not bad, a wise choice."

The British soldiers rushed forward and took control of the surrendered French troops.

At this time, General Astiman entered the house they were guarding.

He saw a man lying in the house with a sword stuck in his body, and he saw that he was wearing the clothes of a French general.

General Astiman glanced indifferently, turned and left.

His deputy looked at the dead French general, chuckled, and mocked: "Is this the bloody nature of the French army? Will you commit suicide when you know you are defeated?"

General Astiman did not respond to his deputy's comment. He turned and left, coming to the French soldier who was the first to drop his weapon and announce his surrender.

The French soldier looked up at General Astiman and quickly lowered his head.

General Astiman sneered, fixed his eyes firmly on the soldier's face, and said lightly: "General French, there is no need to do such a thing to survive."

The soldier who was stared at by General Astiman stiffened and raised his head to look into General Astiman's eyes.


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