On the edge of a jungle more than 100 miles from the city of Sydney, Viscount Dalgrass took refuge with his three thousand British soldiers.

Viscount Dalgrass didn't dare to go too far from Sydney City, after all, the Australian continent is so big, and many of them are strange places that he doesn't know, so it is obviously not appropriate to go too deep into it, and he is always thinking about retaking Sydney City from the Ming army.

It has to be said that Viscount Dalgrass has found an excellent place to attack Sydney City, which is not too far away, and retreat into the jungle around him, and close to the jungle, where they can find food for them to eat.

Evacuated from Sydney City in a hurry, Viscount Dalgrass and they only had time to bring a few days of dry food, which had basically been eaten up these days, and they could only go to the jungle to find food to survive.

“，，！ It's these things again, I'm tired of eating them! Viscount Dalgrass angrily threw the thing in his hand to the ground.

It has been four days since the food was eaten, and in these four days, they could only find food from the jungle every day, but the British ** team of 3,000 people such as Viscount Dalgrass, where is it so easy to find enough food, and the picky Viscount Dalgrass still thinks this and that, in fact, it is good to have food.

Misery has already enveloped the British, such as Viscount Dalglas, and they are only getting more miserable.

There is indeed food in the bush, but there are too many British, you know, most of the Australian aborigines in the past are hundreds, more than 1,000 people in a tribe, the big deal, why, a very important reason is that there is not enough food.

It is already a miracle that the British gathered 3,000 people together and had no experience in finding food to survive in the jungle, so they could survive for so many days.

Now, even if they wanted to rob the indigenous tribes to improve their food, they couldn't do it.

There is no way, in order to capture the young and strong natives, they often attack everywhere, and the tribes within a radius of hundreds of miles of Sydney City have been destroyed by them, and other indigenous tribes have moved away from the tribes within a radius of nearly a thousand miles in order to escape persecution, and moved to even more inland.

"It's not the way to go, we're going to be driven crazy!" Viscount Dalgrass said.

Other Britons are complaining.

However, complaining is complaining, they actually have no way at all, the city of Sydney was occupied by the Ming army, and the British Empire will not be able to send enough warships to defeat the Ming army for a while and a half to recapture it, and on their own, don't think about it, the Ming army is more than 10,000 people, more than four times as many as them.

It would be fine if the Ming army still used cold weapons like other countries in the world, but the Ming army, like them, was an army with all firearms, and the Ming army was able to defeat the Dutch twice, which shows that the Ming army's firearms were not weaker than the Dutch, no, no, judging from the situation that the Ming warships sank their six battleships one day, the Ming army's firearms technology was more advanced than that of the British.

The British did not dare to move on their own now, and even had to find ways not to let the Ming army find them.

After a temper tantrums, Viscount Dalgrass looked up at the sky, and now he could only pray that the fleet of the British Empire would come back earlier to recover the city of Sydney, or that God would take those Ming troops.

Helplessly, even if he disliked the messy food he found from the jungle, he had to fill his stomach, and Viscount Dalgrass immediately picked up the food he had just discarded.

On a grassland flat, Yan Yingyuan and other 6,000 Ming troops finally found signs of the British walking around after five days of searching.

After the two natives came out of the jungle on the west side of the plain, they shouted at Yan Yingyuan and the other Ming troops.

Yan Yingyuan smiled, a hint of sharpness flashed in his expression, looking at the expressions of the two natives, he knew that he should have found the British.

Hum! It's been five days, and even if there are natives to help lead the way, they have found it, and the British will really hide, but that's the end of it.

"Quick, the army is up!" Yan Yingyuan ordered.

Although the jungle is not dense, but there is no fixed road, if it is not in the grassland outside, the role of the war horse to the Ming army is not great, but it is not without effect, at least the war horse can carry ammunition and military rations for each Ming soldier to follow the battle.

Yan Yingyuan and other Ming soldiers followed the natives who led the way into the forest.

The Ming soldiers who can ride horses will ride horses, and those who can't ride horses will lead the horses to drill, but fortunately, the jungle is not dense, and the speed is not much slower than the natives who lead the way.

About a stick of incense after the time.

The two young natives who led the way stopped, shouting and making movements to Yan Yingyuan one by one.

Although he couldn't understand the indigenous language, from their movements, Yan Yingyuan knew that the British were not far from here.

"Send someone up to the tree to watch at once!" Yan Yingyuan said to a regiment leader beside him.

Immediately, the regiment commander selected two Ming soldiers who could climb trees and asked them to carry binoculars to the trees to watch and see.

Two Ming soldiers found the two tallest trees, and after climbing them, they looked around with binoculars.

After a while, after the two Ming soldiers got off the tree, they immediately ran to Yan Yingyuan to report.

"Commander Qiqi, the British have been spotted at a distance of about six or seven hundred meters to the northwest!"

"Good! The whole army is ready to fight! ”

"Feng Houdun, you take a team of soldiers and take a detour to copy the back road of the British, and the others will attack head-on with the commander of this army!" Yan Yingyuan ordered.

"Yes, Commander!"

The Ming army was divided into two routes, Feng Houdun and other Ming troops who copied the back road went first, and after a while, Yan Yingyuan led other Ming soldiers to the British.

In the jungle, a dense crowd of Ming soldiers marched quickly.

As he got closer and closer to where the British were, Yan Yingyuan glanced at the top of the tree and the motionless sky, and sneered: "God help me, there are so many people in my army, and there is no movement, it seems that the British often go in and out of this jungle these days." ”

Generally speaking, with such a big movement, there should be a large number of birds that are frightened, which is likely to alarm the British and let the British escape in advance, Yan Yingyuan has already prepared in this regard, but he is obviously prepared in vain, the British do often come and go in this area to find food, and at this moment, the British have only been here for a short time, and they have already alarmed everything that should be alarmed, so that Yan Yingyuan and other Ming troops have not been alarmed by such a big movement, and not many birds have been alarmed and flyed.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters are even about to enter the range of the Ming army's rifles, and Yan Yingyuan can already see many Britons.

Whoa, whoa, whoa

At this time, there was no need for a bird to remind them, and the sound of the Ming soldiers encountering blades of grass and leaves while advancing had reached the ears of the British.

"What a sound is this!" A British general wondered.

"Ou! No! It's the enemy! Finally, some Britons also saw the figure of the Ming army and exclaimed loudly.

"What? Enemy! Viscount Dalglas stared, and also looked in the direction where the Ming army was coming, it was really the enemy, it was the hateful Ming army that had taken their Sydney City.

"God, they found us!" Viscount Dalgrass's face was very ugly.

At this time, a Ming soldier who rushed to the front had already rushed within three hundred meters.

Seeing that the British had already entered the range of the rifle in his hand, the Ming soldier did not say a word, and raised his hand to shoot.

With a snap, an Englishman nearly 300 meters away collapsed with a bloody hole in his chest.