Fox of France

Battalion Commander Edward Stafford had barely uttered his shout when a gunshot was heard. Then came another shot.

In the sound of gunfire, the two British soldiers sank all at once. At this time, the position of the British is very troublesome. They are in the deepest part of the water, 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 shoot reluctantly, it will be difficult to ensure shooting accuracy due to irregular movements.

On top of that, they have the big problem of not being able to reload their guns in this environment. That is to say, after firing a shot, the guns in their hands really became fire sticks. But now, they can only roughly judge that the shooter is hiding behind a piece of reeds over there. At this time, the most reasonable way for them should be to point the gun at that side, but not to shoot easily, and keep aiming at that side. Deterrence, while quickly retreating, or quickly rushing over.

But in this chaos, the British did not make the wisest decisions at once. They bang bang and fired indiscriminately at the reeds over there. There was a burst of gunfire, and no one knew what was hit. After a while, another gunshot sounded from the reeds on the other side, and another British soldier fell in response. The British quickly turned to that side and raised their guns towards that side. Then, the gunshot did not ring out-just now, they fired in a flurry of volleys, and as a result, all the bullets in the gun were shot out. Now that there is no way to reload, they are almost empty-handed now.

"Bang" another shot came from the other side, and at this time, the British were still unable to fight back.

"Rush, rush, and kill them with bayonets!" Stamford yelled.

The morale of the British is indeed not comparable to guys like "Black Dog". Still holding their guns, they insisted on walking towards the patch of reeds.

And the fighters of the guerrilla group over there have also seen the plight of the British at this time, so they stopped hiding behind the reeds, but stood up openly, shot at the British, and then Loading in the face of the British, then shooting in the face of the British, and then in the face of the British...

Moving forward in the water and mud, every step is difficult, but there are few people in the guerrilla group, and there are many British people. Although the people in the guerrilla group were shot at close range for several rounds, and in the process, there are still Many British suddenly fell into the quagmire, causing a lot of losses, but the hard-headed British lobster soldiers rushed up.

The Englishman walked through the shallow water and was about to go ashore. Those shameless Irishmen naturally fired the last shot, turned around and ran away. The British naturally wanted to chase them, and after a while, there was another piece of water in front of them. Far above the water surface, a small boat could be seen—— A few Irish guerrillas were rowing the boat farther and farther.

"Quick, reload! Shoot!" Battalion Commander Edward Stafford was almost mad.

But it took a certain amount of time to load the bullets, and by the time they loaded the bullets in a hurry, the boat had already circled another piece of reed and disappeared from behind.

"Damn rebels..." After pouring out all the filthy words imaginable, Commander Edward Stafford now had to face a problem, what should he do next?

Keep going? The piece of water ahead is larger and deeper than the one just now. detour? Those rebels don't know where they are hiding in this swamp, where are they going? go back? Didn't these people under him have been shot dead by the Irish in vain?

What's more, how to go back? Backtrack? I didn't realize it when I rushed over, but now I look back and find that there are five or six comrades on the road with only one head left on the water, shouting "for the sake of the United Kingdom, give me a brother"! Go back the same way, how many more will be left on the same way?

But just staying here like this is not a problem.

Just when Battalion Commander Edward Stafford was helpless, a voice came from behind him: "Sir... Stafford Commander..."

Battalion Commander Edward Stafford raised his binoculars and looked towards the side, and saw a group of black leather dogs waving at them.

Each black dog holds a bundle of reeds in its hand. These black dogs threw the bundled reeds into the water, stepped on them for a few steps, then threw down the second bundle of reeds, stepped on them again, and slowly came this way. O'Kelly, who took the lead, was still shouting: "Sir, don't worry, we're here to rescue you..." Battalion Commander Stratford almost fainted out of anger.

It took the black dogs about half an hour to finally pave the road. Captain O'Kelly bowed his waist, trotted all the way to Commander Edward Stafford, bowed and said, "Sir, why are you here? I'm coming..."

Before O'Kelly could finish his sentence, Stafford slapped him across the face, knocking him back.

"You bastard, tell me, where did you go just now? Did you collude with the rebels and deliberately frame us?"

While scolding, Battalion Commander Stamford drew out his command knife and pointed the tip of the knife at O'Kelly. He was so angry that he couldn't speak clearly: "You...your...conscience...is broken...it's broken! I... I……"

O'Kelly's legs softened immediately, and he knelt down on the ground: "Sir, my loyalty to the United Kingdom can be witnessed by God! I swear on the salvation of my soul, if I collude with the rebels to frame you, I will let you My whole family is going to hell..."

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

"Sir, just now we encountered a few rebels here, they shot at us, we shot back, and then they ran away. We chased them, and we chased them wherever..." Captain O'Kelly pointed at the British army just now. The place where the army entered the water said, "Sir, you don't know, those rebels are so cunning, they hid a boat over there! They got on the boat and ran this way at once. The water here is so deep, we I didn't dare to go down, and I remembered that I passed by a reed just now. I cut some reeds over there, tied them into a bundle, and then spread them on top. Maybe I can make it through. Sir... the rebels ran over there ?”

"You bastard, why are you moving so slowly!" Stafford put away his command knife and slapped O'Kelly again.

"Yes, yes, what the officer said is that these people under the humble staff are too slow, too slow..."

O'Kelly bent over and 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 boat on this water surface, so there is really no way to cross it. Or, sir, retreat the troops first, and come back with a boat next time?"

"Slap!" Stafford, who was furious, slapped Oli Kai's face again, and he sat down on the mud floor.

"You bastard! If you don't kill all the rebels, I... I will never retreat!" Stafford roared angrily.

Hearing this, Olikai, who was still sitting on the ground, immediately jumped up, and clenched his fists, filled with righteous indignation, without hesitation, obliged, and righteously said firmly: "What the officer said is, don't kill all the rebels!" , we will never withdraw our troops."

After saying this, he immediately put on a smiling face and said, "But it will be dark soon, and it's very cold in the swamp. It's not good for the officers to catch a cold. Why don't you go back first, and we'll kill them all tomorrow." ..."

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

After saying this, Stafford led a group of British soldiers on the way back, and he heard Olikai shouting from behind: "Follow the officer back today, and we will kill all these soldiers later. Rebels..."

At this time, those British soldiers who had their heads sticking out and shouted for help at them have all sunk below the surface of the water one by one.

Stafford walked back, full of remorse and anger. He led the army into the swamp today. He originally wanted to make a miracle, but he didn't want to. He lost more than 20 people and three people. Forty dogs, but not even a single rebel was killed, this... how do you explain it when you go back? Even if the family has a little influence, their family is just a small noble after all... Stafford can already imagine that he is forced to retire and become a shame to the family.

"Sir, sir..." That Olikai came over with a shy smile.

"What?" Stafford was very upset.

"The commander took the initiative to attack today and killed hundreds of rebels in one fell swoop. He is really heroic and invincible!" Oli Kai said flatteringly.

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

"Sir, we all saw this." Olikai said without changing his face. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Sir, only if you win the battle will you get more bonuses, which is good for everyone... Isn't everyone coming out for the benefit?"

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 Olikai will use things to blackmail him or anything else in the future. An Irishman—no, it’s just a black Irish dog. No matter how he barks at an English nobleman, no one will believe it. . Moreover, a dog dares to bark at its owner, no matter what the content of its barking is, just barking itself is a capital offense. Stafford believes that a dog as smart as Olikai must understand this truth.

As for the British soldiers under him, they were just civilians. As long as there was a reward of sterling, at most Stamford added a little more, they should be able to stop their mouths.

"Just where is it captured?" Stafford asked.

"Captured? I have it here in the humble position." Olikai said, "It's just that the humble position also needs your help..."