Time revolves on May 8, the western end of the Kahawe Peninsula, outside of Tralinite.

At the end of the forest, black smoke was drifting, and the dense wild trail was drifting with dust. On the fourth day of occupying Robey Manor, the well-rested boy company finally launched an attack on the nearby fortress city.

The fortress city is Tralinite. As an important support for the French to guard the land, La Trinité gathered 3 of all 10 companies of the Martinique Infantry Regiment and stationed them in a solid stone fortress with guns. The guns are available, and the land is natural.

It is said that the standard for the construction of this fortress is to easily guard against an infantry regiment attached to an artillery company for three months. Even if there is a bit of cutting corners during the construction process, it is certainly not something that Captain Leched and his little gangster company can handle.

However, Leheid never thought of sweeping all directions upright.

Strategy and tactics have been the main means used by commanders to bridge the gap in combat power between the two sides since ancient times. Correct strategy can make up for the country’s shortcomings, while excellent tactics are the magical expertise of operational forces.

It just so happens that Leched is very good at these.

The attack started in the early morning of last night. He split the **** company into one, three and four teams. Except for the main team with light artillery and slowly moving towards La Trinité, the remaining three teams were each equipped with 20 musketeers. Under the leadership of Adjutant Harry, Chief Sergeant Sean and Chief Secretary Deloni respectively, they disguised themselves as bandits and attacked the three major estates on the Kahawe Peninsula.

Located in the hinterland of Martinique, the manor adjacent to the important military town can be imagined in terms of the configuration of defense forces. Even if the number of people is slightly exceeded, the actual combat power displayed is far inferior to that of the long-standing battlefield, and enjoys the reputation of being a good fighter in the entire colonial army.

The raid on the manor took a one-sided form from the very beginning. The three teams unanimously chose the side assault tactics, and they all broke through the walls of the manor before dawn, and burned the mansion and villa where the nobles lived in ashes.

Life was threatened, property was looted, and the nobles, panicking like dogs in their homes, fled overnight into the powerfully guarded Talarinite, and under the leadership of the regional councillor, Mr. Marti, pressured the commander of the garrison, Major Sorens, and forced him to organize Power to purge the thieves and retake property for the nobles.

Then it is now.

Major Sorens ordered the fourth company of the Martinique cavalry and the fifth company of the infantry to attack at dawn, chasing the evil bandits all the way to the depths of the jungle.

They did not encounter decent resistance at all. The bandits fleeed like a lookout. Not only did they flee more and more, they also lost their helmets and armor along the way. The gold and silver belongings that fell along the road made the soldiers who were chasing a match. Small windfall.

Unconsciously, the infantry company and the cavalry company had opened a distance of more than 20 kilometers.

Standing at the tip of a gentle hill, John Leched was chewing on the roots of the grass, holding a monocular lens in his hand to watch the battlefield.

"From the perspective of military merit, the escaped You Yong is no better than the bandit. From the perspective of return, those who ran on the main road basically did not discard the stolen goods, but most of those who scattered into the forest were empty-handed, and fools knew who to chase..."

He spit out the blade of grass and murmured: "Greed is the original sin. Humans are born with it. There is nothing wrong with it. But as a soldier, when you are blinded by greed, you need to pay attention to at least some details, such as and The distance of the friendly forces, like the number of people remaining on the target. It’s really boring..."

"Forget it, because you have saved me a lot of trouble, this time I will show mercy and teach you the cruelty of war."

"The artillery squad! 3 kilometers northwest of the target, five rounds, fire!"

Three shots per minute, the red projectile pouring into the French rushing cavalry, the loud noise of the explosion and the air wave blew the unprepared soldiers on their backs, and a round of face-to-face has already suffered heavy losses.

They hadn't recovered yet. After the five cannons fired, the "bandits" who had escaped all the way had already turned back, and the short spears in their hands were fired again and again, reaping those lives that had long been scared.

When the drums of the infantry on the two wings sounded, the company commander of the cavalry company decisively chose to surrender the whole army, and ended this unilateral slaughter simply and neatly.

Leched on the top of the mountain was indifferent to the progress of the mountain. The sight glass had already turned to the second prey in the distance. They might have heard some movement, but the distance was too far, so Leched could not see the expressions on their faces.

"Order, threaten the troops to accept prisoners of war, the eighth company's subordinates rush forward, and cooperate with Sergeant Chief Lane to encircle the enemy infantry company."

The messenger screamed and rushed down the hillside. After a while, hundreds of blacks and Indians ran out of the woods, swarming at the freshly-baked French captives, grabbing guns, swords, horses, and solidarity. Both military uniforms and leather boots are required.

Yelling, screaming, screaming...

Soon, Leheed judged that such captives could no longer pose a threat...The pitiful appearances holding their shoulders and crying hard, they were more like a group of men who fell into the hands of barbarians than soldiers. A little girl who has experienced hell.

"I don't know if the company commander is dead. If he didn't die, I would be rude to do this..." Leched muttered and went down the hillside, smiling towards the strongest black man in the team.

"Sander, the battle has been hard."

The tall black man prostrated himself at the feet of Leched, prostrated two steps, and kissed the toe of Leched's boots reverently.

"Dear savior, you rescued us from the white demon, trusted us, and empowered us. It is our greatest honor to serve you!"

"I like this kind of morale." Leched drew his saber and pressed it on the head of the black man. "But Sander, your people have endured too much torture. Everyone is skinny. I can't bear to let you fight the French. ."

"We have the guardianship of our ancestors, and everyone is a born warrior! Lord Savior, even if we lose weight, we have enough power to kill the enemy for you!"

"Very good, very good, I see. Well... I will consider giving you a chance to fight. Before that, you have to show your ability and obedience in front of my men, just like you are out hunting, I believe you must I hope my partner is a warrior who can be relied on."

"We will never let your expectations fail!"

Seeing the black man's bloodshot eyes, Leched smiled brighter.

"In this way, I will lead you to capture Tralinite at the latest tomorrow. You and your people will still not have combat missions. But don't be discouraged. The absence of combat missions does not mean that you cannot show your ability. There are many enslaved people. Blacks and Indians have a lot of guns, artillery, and food. You and your people have to help more people of color get out of slavery and let them know that freedom needs to be fought for by themselves."

"Yes!"

"In addition, when you have French supplies, your shooting training can start. Time and ammunition will not be much. If you don't want to be abandoned by me, you must do your best."

"Yes!"

"Also, is the highest officer among the captives still alive?"

The black man blushed, and lowered his head ashamed: "Savior, we don't know how to distinguish military ranks..."

"If I'm right, he should be yelling about seeing me right now."

The black man suddenly realized: "There is such a person~lightnovelpub.net~ wearing a wig and gems. Since we took off his shirt, he has been asking for him to meet our highest official."

"This is a bit difficult..."

The black man couldn't help but stunned: "Savior, can it be said that you have enemies with that white devil?"

"I can't talk about grudges..." Leched frowned and pondered his words, "Well, didn't he rob a lot of property along the way? Those are all rewards from hard work by my subordinates. So I don't think so. If I want to see him, I'm afraid that I will lose control of my anger when I see him, and violate the teachings of God."

"We are your most loyal follower, and we will never let you violate the Lord's teachings!" The black man immediately realized it, and made a vile head with a hideous expression on his face.

After a while, a long scream sounded from the prisoners, and stopped abruptly. Leheed let out a long sigh of relief and said softly: "No lying, no mischief, no killing... Very good, this week is still not needed. Confession, Hallelujah."

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