Chapter 220: , The proof of victory

Commander Edward Stafford’s shout was only halfway through when a gunshot was heard. Then there was another gunshot.
In the sound of gunfire, two British soldiers sank suddenly. At this time, the position of the British is very troublesome. They are in the deepest place and it is very inconvenient to move. At this time, they are living targets. And their posture is very inconvenient to shoot back, even if they barely shoot, it will be difficult to guarantee shooting accuracy due to irregular movements.
In addition, they still have a big problem, that is, they cannot reload guns in this environment. That is, after a shot, the gun in their hands really became a fire stick. But now, they can only roughly judge that the shooter was hiding behind a piece of reed over there. At this time, their most reasonable approach should have been to aim the gun at that side, but they didn’t shoot easily and stay on the other side. Deterrence, while retreating quickly, or rushing over quickly.
But in this chaos, the British did not immediately make the wisest decision. They banged and shot at the reeds over there. After a while, no one knows what happened. After a while, there was another gunshot from the reed on the other side, and another British army fell in response. The British hurriedly turned to the other side and raised their guns to the other side. Then, the gunfire did not sound—just now, they fired in a panic, and they all shot out the bullets in the gun. Now there is no way to reload, they are almost as empty-handed now.
"Bang" shot another shot from the other side, but at this time, the British still couldn't fight back.
"Rush, rush over, use bayonet to deal with them!" Stamford shouted.
The morale of the British is indeed not comparable to that of "black dogs". They still held their guns, and walked toward the reed bush.
The guerrilla fighters over there have also seen the plight of the British at this time. They simply no longer hide in the reeds from behind. Instead, they stand uprightly, shoot at the British, and then stand in front of them. The British was loaded with bullets, then shot in front of the British, and then in front of the British...
In the water and mud, every step is difficult, but the guerrilla group has fewer people and the British have more people. Although the guerrilla group has been shot at close range for several rounds, plus in the process, there are still Many British people suddenly fell into the quagmire, causing great losses, but the hard-headed British lobster soldiers rushed forward.
The British went to the shallow water and was about to go ashore. Those shameless Irishmen naturally took the last shot and turned around and ran away. The Englishmen naturally wanted to chase, and then chased for a while. There was another piece of water in front of it, and above the water, there was a small boat— Several Irish guerrillas are rowing this boat farther and farther.
"Quickly, load the bullet! Shoot!" Battalion Commander Edward Stafford was almost mad.
But it took a certain amount of time to load the bullets, and when they were arrogantly loading the bullets, the boat would have gone around another reed and disappeared from behind.
"Damn traitor..." After pouring out all the foul language he could think of, Battalion Commander Edward Stafford now has a problem. What should I do next?
Keep going? The water in front is bigger and deeper than the previous one. detour? Those rebels don't know where they are hiding in this swamp, where are they going around? go back? Haven't these people been shot by the Irish for nothing?
What's more, how can I go back? Return from the same way? When I rushed over, I didn't feel it, but now I look back and find that there are five or six comrades on the road and only one head is left on the water yelling, "For the sake of the United Kingdom, give me a hand"! Back on the same road, do you leave a few more on the same road?
But just staying here is not a matter.
Just when Captain Edward Stafford was helpless, he remembered the shouting: "Sir...Sir Stafford..."
Battalion Commander Edward Stafford raised his binoculars and looked towards the side he was approaching. He saw a group of black dogs waving at them.
Every black dog is holding a bunch of reeds in his hands. These black dogs threw the bundled reeds into the water, then stepped on it and walked a few steps, then dropped the second bundle of reeds, then stepped on it again, slowly coming here. The O'Kelly who took the lead was still shouting: "Sir, don't worry, we're here to rescue you..." Battalion Commander Stratford almost fainted with anger.
It took the black dogs almost half an hour to finally pave the road. Captain O'Kelly crouched, ran all the way to Battalion Commander Edward Stafford and bowed: "Sir, why are you here? I'm here..."
Before O'Kelly could finish speaking, Stafford slapped him in the face and staggered him.
"Asshole thing, you said, where did you just go? Did you collude with the rebels and deliberately frame us?"
While cursing, Captain Stamford drew out his commanding knife and pointed it at O'Kelly with the tip of the knife. He was so angry that he couldn't speak clearly: "You...your...conscience...broken...broken! I... I……"
O'Kelly suddenly weakened his legs and fell on his knees: "Sir, my loyalty to the United Kingdom can be witnessed by God! I swear that my soul is saved. If I collude with the rebels to frame the sir, My whole family is in hell..."
"Asshole! Then you said, where did you go just now? What were you doing? If you can't tell, I cut you off!"
"Sir, we met a few rebels here just now. They fired at us and we fired back, and then they ran. We chased, wherever we were..." Captain O'Kelly pointed to Ying just now. The place where the army went into the water said, "Sir, you don't know how cunning the rebels are. They hid a boat over there! They got on the boat and ran to this side all at once. The water is so deep here, we I didn't dare to go down. The humble post remembered that I had just passed by a piece of reeds. I cut some reeds over there, bundled them into a bundle, and spread them on top. Maybe they could get by. Sir... the rebels ran over there. ?"
"Asshole thing, why is it so slow!" Stafford put away the command knife and slapped O'Kelly again.
"Yes, yes, what the chief said is that the actions of these people under the humble men are too slow, too slow..."
O'Kelly said, bending over and smiling.
Then he looked at the wider water on the other side, and then said: "Sir, there is no boat on this surface. It is really impossible to get there. Or, the sir will retreat first and come back with the boat next time?"
"Pop!" An angry Stafford suddenly slapped Olikai's face again, slapped him and sat on the mud.
"Asshole! Don't kill all the rebels, I...I will never retreat!" Stafford roared.
Upon hearing this, Olikai, who was still sitting on the ground, immediately jumped up and clenched his fists. He was filled with righteous indignation, without hesitation, obliged, and solemnly and firmly said: "What the chief said is not to kill all the traitors. , We will never retreat."
After saying this, he immediately put on a smiley face and said: "But it will be dark soon, and it will be cold in the swamp. It is not good for the officers to catch a cold. It is better to go back and wait until tomorrow we come to kill them all. ..."
"Yeah!" The Stafford battalion commander nodded, and then whispered: "Go back!"
After saying this, Stafford led a group of British troops on the way back, and Olikai’s call from behind was heard in his ear: "Let’s follow the sir back today, and we’ll come and kill them later. Traitor..."
At this time, the British soldiers who originally had their heads exposed and yelled for help at them were all sunk under the water.
As Stafford walked back, he was full of regret and anger. He led the army into the swamp today. He originally wanted to make a marvelous achievement, but didn’t want to. He lost more than 20 people and three. Forty dogs, but not even a single traitor was killed. This... I went back now, how can I explain it? Even if the family has a little influence, their family is just a little noble after all... Stafford can already imagine that he was forced to retire, and then it would become a shame to the family.
"Sir, sir..." The Olikai approached with a shy smile.
"What are you doing?" Stafford was very upset.
"The sir took the initiative today and killed hundreds of rebels in one fell swoop. It was really brave and invincible!" Olikai said flatly.
"What are you talking about?" Stafford turned around, glaring at the black dog.
"Sir~EbookFREE.me~ this is what we all have seen." Olikai said without changing his face. Then he lowered his voice again; "Sir, only if you win, you will get more bonuses. This is good for everyone... Isn't everyone coming out for good?"
Stafford stared into Olikai's eyes for a long time, and after a while, he said, "Very well, you are very good."
Stafford is not afraid that Olikay will use things to coerce him or something else in the future. An Irishman—no, it’s just a black Irish dog. No matter how he barks to an English nobleman, no one believes it. . Moreover, a dog dared to bark at its owner, no matter what the content of the bark is, just barking itself is a capital crime. Stafford believes that a smart dog like Olikai must understand this truth.
As for the British soldiers under his command, they are just civilians. As long as there is a reward of pounds, at most Stamford himself can add some more, and they should be able to stop them.
"Just where is the seizure?" Stafford asked.
"Captured? The humble position is here." Olikai said, "but, the humble position also needs your help..."