For the Earl of Derby, this was already a desperate gamble, but for Codrington and William Roden, it was still not enough.
For the two commanding generals currently in North America, merely holding the front line together was already a miracle.
Back when the British-occupied territories were stable, they could steadily provide troops and supplies, even helping patrol the borders; only then could the entire front line be maintained.
The American army might not have amounted to much at the moment, but in terms of militia quality alone, they were likely no weaker than a country like Prussia, steeped in militaristic tradition.
In the United States, nearly every household owned a gun, and nearly every adult man could skillfully handle his family's firearms. Accuracy aside, they could at least fire bullets at hostile targets.
Thanks to America's militia tradition, the American government could raise such a vast army. And thanks to that same militia tradition, the American Guerrilla Force was equally full of martial spirit.
America's territory was simply too vast, crisscrossed by rivers and thick with forests, with lake regions and mountain ranges that served as natural guerrilla zones.
It was practically impossible for The British to avoid being shot at from the shadows. As for those so-called New England auxiliary troops, they were no longer as obedient or enthusiastic as before.
Without them, The British would lose their claws and fangs entirely.
The freezing rain unique to the Americas had been falling for a week already, unlike London's fine, misting coal rain.
If London's acid rain was the ultimate magic attack, then North America's freezing rain was the ultimate physical attack.
North America's freezing rain was not ordinary rain at all, but supercooled water. Once drenched in it, a person would rapidly lose body heat; if not handled