The sound of Battalion Commander Edward Stafford was just halfway through when he heard a gunshot. Then another gunshot.

Amid the gunfire, the two British soldiers sank suddenly. At this time, the British were in a very troublesome position. They were in the deepest place of the water, and it was very inconvenient to move, and they were living targets at this time. And their posture was also very inconvenient to shoot back. Even if they barely fired, it would be difficult to ensure the shooting accuracy due to irregular movements.

In addition, they have another big trouble, that is, they cannot reload the gun in this environment. That is, after a shot, the gun in their hands will really become a fire stick. Now, they can only roughly judge that the shooter is hiding behind a reed there. At this time, their most reasonable approach should be to point the gun at the other side, but they do not fire it easily, maintain a deterrent to the other side, and at the same time retreat quickly or rush over quickly.

But in this chaos, the British did not immediately make the wisest decision. They shot at the reeds over there. A series of gunfires, and no one knew what they were shooting. After a while, gunfires sounded again from the reeds on the other side, and another British army fell down. The British quickly turned to the other side and raised their guns toward the other side. Then, the gunfires did not sound - just now, they fired volleys in panic, and as a result, they shot all the bullets in the guns. Now they can't load them, and now they almost have bare hands.

"Bang" shot another shot from the other side, but at this time, the British still could not fight back.

"Roar, rush over and deal with them with bayonets!" yelled Stamford.

The morale of the British is indeed not comparable to that of "Black Skin Dogs". They still walked towards the reeds with their guns.

The soldiers of the guerrilla team over there had already seen the British's plight at this time, and simply stopped hiding in the reeds from behind, but stood up openly, shot at the British, then loaded bullets in front of the British, and then shot in front of the British...

It was difficult to move forward in the water and mud, but there were few people in the guerrilla group and many British people. Although the guerrilla group was shot at several rounds at close range, and in this process, many British people suddenly fell into the quagmire, causing great losses, the iron-headed British lobster soldiers rushed up.

The British walked away from the shallow water and were about to get ashore. The shameless Irish people naturally turned around and ran away after the last shot. The British naturally had to chase after him, and then chased him for a while. There was another water surface in front. A small boat could be seen far above the water surface - several Irish guerrillas, who were rowing the boat and running further and further.

"Quick, load the bullets! Fire!" Battalion Commander Edward Stafford was almost mad.

But it took a certain amount of time to load the bullets. After they loaded the bullets in a row, the boat had already gone around another reed and disappeared from behind.

"Damn the rebel..." After pouring out all the filthy words that could be imagined, Battalion Commander Edward Stafford is facing a problem now. What should I do next?

Keep moving forward? The water surface in front is larger and deeper than the one just now. Take a detour? I don’t know where the rebels hide in this swamp, and where they go? Go back? Didn’t these people under my command be shot by the Irish for nothing?

What's more, how to go back? Return from the same way? When I rushed over just now, I didn't feel it. Now when I looked back, I found that there were five or six comrades left on the road with only one head left on the water and shouting, "For the sake of the United Kingdom, I'll help you with my brothers." Go back from the same way, can you leave a few more on the road?

But just staying here like this is not a problem.

Just when Battalion Commander Edward Stafford was helpless, he remembered the shouts behind him: "Sir...Sir Stafford..."

Battalion Commander Edward Stafford raised his telescope and looked over to the side where he came, and saw a group of black leather dogs waving at them.

Each black-skinned dog held a bundle of reeds in his hand. These black-skinned dogs threw the tied reeds into the water, then stepped on them for a few steps, threw the second bundle of reeds, and then stepped on them, slowly coming here. The leader of O'Kelly was still shouting: "Sir, don't worry, we'll save you now..." The battalion commander of Steford almost fainted.

The black-skinned dogs took about half an hour to pave the road. Captain O'Kelly bowed and ran to Battalion Commander Edward Stafford, bowed and said, "Sir, why are you here? I'll..."

Before O'Kelly could finish his words, Stafford slapped him in the face and staggered him.

"Bastard, you said, where did you go just now? Did you collude with the rebels and frame us on purpose?"

While cursing, Battalion Commander Stanford pulled out his command knife and pointed at O'Kelly with the tip of the knife. He was so angry that he couldn't even explain clearly: "You... your... conscience... is broken... is broken! I... I..."

O'Kelly's legs suddenly became weak and he fell to the ground: "Sir, my loyalty to the United Kingdom can be witnessed by God! I swear by my soul, if I collude with the rebels to frame the throne, my whole family will go to hell..."

"Bastard! Then you tell me, where did you go just now? What are you doing? If I can't tell you, I will chop you up!"

"Sir, we just met a few rebels here. They shot at us, and we also shot and fought back, and then they ran away. We chased and chased him where..." Captain O'Kelly pointed to the place where the British army had just started, and said, "Sir, you don't know, those rebels are so cunning. They hid a boat there! They got on the boat and ran to this side at once. The water here is so deep that we dare not go down. Bei Zhi remembered that a piece of reeds passed by, and they went there to cut some reeds, tied them into bundles, and then spread them on them. Maybe they could get through. Chief... the rebels ran there?"

"Bastard, why are you so slow?" Stafford put away his command knife and slapped O'Kelly again.

"Yes, yes, what the sir said is that the people under Beiyi's men are moving too slowly, too slow..."

O'Kelly said with a smile on his face.

Then he looked at the wider water surface on the other side, and said, "Sir, there is no ship on this water surface, so it is really impossible to pass. Otherwise, the Sir, retreat first and come back when you bring the ship next time?"

"Bang!" Stafford, who was angry and embarrassed, immediately slapped Olikay in the face, slapped him directly and sat on the mud.

"Bastard! If you don't kill all the rebels, I... I will never withdraw my troops!" Stafford roared.

When he heard this, Olikay, who was still sitting on the ground, jumped up immediately, and clenched his fists, filled with indignation, unswervingly, and said firmly, "What the sir is saying is that we will never withdraw our troops unless we kill all the rebels."

After saying this, he immediately changed into a smile and said, "But it will soon be dark, the swamp is very cold, and the officials will get bad if they catch a cold. Why not go back first and kill them all tomorrow..."

"Yeah!" Battalion Commander Stafford nodded, and then whispered: "Go back!"

After saying this, Stafford took a group of British troops on the road of return. Olikay shouted from behind: "Go back with the sir today, we will kill all these rebels in the future..."

At this time, the British soldiers who had their heads exposed outside shouting for help were now all stuck under the water.

Stafford walked back, feeling full of regret and anger. He led his army into the swamp today. He wanted to make a brilliant achievement, but he did not expect that he had lost more than 20 people and thirty or forty dogs, but he did not even kill a rebel. This... I went back, how could he explain it? Even if the family had such a little influence, their family was just a little noble after all... Stafford could have imagined that he was forced to retire and then became a shame for the family.

"Sir, sir..." Olika came over with a smile again.

"What are you doing?" Stafford was very upset.

"The commander took the initiative to attack today and killed hundreds of rebels in one fell swoop. He was so brave and invincible!" Olika said with a flattering face.

"What did you say?" Stafford turned around and glared at the black-skinned dog.

"Sir, this is what we all see." Olika said without changing his face. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Sir, only if you win, you will have more bonuses. This is good for everyone... Isn't everyone coming out for the benefit?"

Stafford stared into Olikay's eyes for a long time, and after a while, he said, "Good, you're good."

Stafford was not afraid that Olikay would use things to threaten him or anything else in the future. An Irish man - no matter how he barked at an English nobleman, no one believed him. Moreover, a dog dared to bark at his master. No matter what its bark was, it was a death sentence. Stafford believed that a smart dog like Olikay must understand this truth.

As for the British soldiers under him, they were all civilians. As long as there was a reward of pounds, Stanford would be able to block their mouths by adding more points by himself.

"Just where is the seizure?" Stafford asked.
Chapter completed!