Quick generalized story, condensed and edited:
There was a point in the history of North America when the Native inhabitants could have won,
if you define winning as "kicking the English out of the New World."
Via agreement, a confederation of tribes (lead by mine) laid siege to multiple English forts throughout the upper Midwest with promised backing from the European government of hearty traders and trappers we'd coexisted with for multiple generations. Over time, things looked very bad for the English as we waited for these reinforcements to arrive and end the conflict in our favor.
When non-military representatives finally arrived from Louis XV, we were told a treaty had been arranged with George III and peace existed between the French and the English leaving us on our own.
Fuck the French.
