The British army in Boston would be in a dangerous situation, and the commander-in-chief, William Brown. Howe is like being roasted on a fire, and his days are like years. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info As the resistance of the North American people became more and more fierce, the scope of the spread became more and more extensive, and the British rule in North America has been stormy. However, the colonial policy enacted at home was even more stringent, pushing the people who were still waiting to see the opposite side.

"Damn guerrillas, damn Diao Min, I really should let those old men in the country come over and let them feel it!"

William. Howe tore apart the information he had just received, and the supplies were snatched away, and the next week was going to be even more difficult for them.

"I hope the partisans will not storm the city during this time"

William prayed as he cleaned up his desk. Every time he gets angry, he has to clean his own office, which makes him very annoyed, maybe it's time to find a young, beautiful and capable female secretary.

"Report!"

The guards outside the door interrupted William's daydream, which made him angry.

"Come in! If it weren't for something important, I'd skin you! ”

William had just taken his seat when the guards cautiously walked in.

"Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief, this is information brought back from the outpost outside the city"

William took the note, opened it and looked at it carefully. The guards who came in quietly retreated and closed the door very thoughtfully.

"Bastard !!"

The guards at the door listened to the crackling and falling things inside, and shrunk their necks in fear, but fortunately they watched it first, knowing that it was not good news and hid quickly, otherwise it would be over.

Suddenly there was no movement inside, the guards hesitated for a long time, gritted their teeth and pushed the door open, what if the commander couldn't think of opening it?

When I opened the door, I saw the commander blocking the doorway, almost hitting him.

"Get me the commanders of the musket and artillery teams, quick!"

The guards hurried away, and William rubbed his forehead back in his seat. The loss of Bunker Hill again has left him exhausted, and the last time he recaptured Bunker Hill Heights, he suffered 1,054 casualties, and how much will it cost this time?

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The process of taking Bunker Hill was surprisingly easy, relying on the British military uniforms in the supply team, we did not encounter any resistance and went directly to the high ground. When the British troops at the top of the hill were disarmed, some of the British actually thought we were joking.

The Continental Army, which defended the top of the hill this time, had a total of 5 infantry companies and an artillery company. Because I had an experience, I took the initiative to take over the main peak, Mount Breed.

"Boom" "Boom"

The artillery company mounted its guns on the top of the hill, covering most of the Boston city area, and the British headquarters were bombarded.

"Hurry! Hurry! "I knew that the British would definitely come to retake the heights, urging the soldiers to speed up.

Having learned the lessons of last time, we dug two trenches at the top of the hill, and dug a hole in the trench for each platoon.

I was relieved that there were no British gunboats in the river, and we could have handled the British artillery fire alone.

The British garrison in the city was short of men, so it took half a day to raise a thousand musketeers and launch an attack.

The first to fire were the British artillery, the shells fell in a mess, the soldiers hid in the trenches, and the seemingly heavy shelling did not cause us any damage.

"Get down, don't move, wait for the British army to get close before fighting!"

With a pile of weeds on my head, I slowly poked my head out to check on the British troops.

The British were very careful, and the three-platoon attack formation was very slow, and there was no movement above when it was close to 100 meters, which made the British wonder if the Continental Army had run out.

"All the troops are attacking!"

The commander who led the team drew his saber and took the lead in rushing to the top of the mountain.

"Fire!"

I aimed at the commander and shot him in the chest. The soldiers also stood up and pulled the trigger.

The top of the hill is well located, and the breeze quickly blows away the white smoke after the gunpowder burns, and it does not affect the view in the slightest.

We still used three platoons to stand in line, with the front row firing and the rear two rows reloading, to ensure the continuous firepower.

The British soldiers in the front row fell to the ground one after another, and the top of the hill lacked cover, and the British soldiers behind hurriedly lay on the ground to avoid the rain of bullets, and at the same time shot back.

The British who fell down and fired inflicted some casualties on the Continental Army soldiers, but soon they were no longer a threat, because the muzzle loading of the flintlock pistols meant that they had to get up and reload, and the long-awaited Continental Army soldiers knocked them down one by one.

This group of British troops did not have the same ruthlessness as the British troops who attacked Bunker Hill last time, and the heavy casualties in the front row caused the British soldiers in the back to turn around and run.

"Bang Bang"

The artillery of the Continental Army opened fire, and the British troops, who had managed to escape to the bottom of the mountain, suffered a merciless baptism of flowering shells. Leaving behind a large number of weapons and supplies, they fled into downtown Boston.

The British attack ended in such a hurry, which is completely unbelievable.

We can clearly see from the top of the hill a large number of new troops of the Continental Army are massing, and I estimate that by tomorrow at the latest, the Continental Army will launch a siege battle. The cities of North America at this time were similar to the towns of later generations, with no dangerous walls and no strong fortifications, and I suspect that it would not take a day to conquer Boston.

The outcome of the battle was reached that night, the British were not fools, they saw the intentions of the Continental Army, and broke out at night while the encirclement was not completely closed.

The Continental Army did not pursue and allowed the British to leave. The main target of the Continental Army was Boston. Once the place was taken, of course, there was no need to fight with these British troops.

"Mission complete, the whole team of brothers begins to teleport!"

The return was a bit sudden, and it would take me almost 3 days to finish, which left me with a lot of arrangements and many benefits.

"The task is over, the scoring starts ......"

The sound of the horn is a bit rigid this time, cold scoring, cold judgment, and no superfluous words, which makes me suspect that it is not the horn that appears.

After scoring, we each went back to our own rooms, and the next mission mode was a team battle, which made us all feel heavy.

In the past seven days, even the most playful people have lost interest in going out and hanging out, and the training ground is in full swing. Although it's just grinding the gun, it will still have some effect.

On the last night, everyone gathered at the bar, got drunk, and next time they came out, I don't know how many people are left.

Looking at the pile of people who fell to the ground, I turned on my tablet and studied this team fight.

This team battle is a faction battle, the battle is the Normandy landing, a total of 100 teams will join the two camps, this will definitely be a tragic battle.

On the morning of the seventh day, we all gathered at the villa to prepare for the battle.

"The mission has been started, the teleportation has begun, rookies pay attention to surprises!"

This time, the sound of the horn is much more vivid, no longer cold and lifeless, it should be the main master.