Time flips back on May 8th, the western end of the Kahawei Peninsula was outside the outskirts of Tralinite.

Black smoke floated at the end of the forest, and sand and dust floated in the dense wilderness. On the fourth day of occupying Robe Manor, the rest and complete gangster company finally launched an attack on the fortress city that was close to the close.

The fortress city is Tralinite. As an important support for the French to protect the land, Ratrinetite gathered three of the 10 companies of the Martinique Infantry Regiment, stationed in a solid stone fortress, with guns and cannons in place, and natural land.

It is said that the construction standard of this fortress is to easily prevent an infantry regiment with an artillery company from besieging for three months. Even if there is a little corner cut during the construction process, it is definitely not something Captain Leshid and his little gangster company can handle.

However, Leshid never thought of sweeping across the world with dignity.

Strategy and tactics have been the main means used by commanders to make up for the gap in combat power between the two sides since ancient times. Correct strategies can make up for the shortcomings of the country, and excellent tactics are the expertise of the operational forces to turn decay into magic.

Just so happens that Leshid is good at these.

The attack started early last night. He split the Mian Boy Company into one, three, and four teams. Except for the main brigade, he moved slowly towards Ratrinita, the remaining three teams were equipped with twenty musketeers. Under the leadership of Adjutant Harry, Chief of the Sergeant Sean and Chief of the Chief of the Ronaldo, he dressed up as bandits and attacked the three major estates on the Kahawei Peninsula with great momentum.

The manor located in the hinterland of Martinique and adjacent to the important military city can be imagined in terms of the configuration of defense. Even if the number of people is slightly greater, the actual combat power is far inferior to that of a long-standing battle formation. It enjoys the reputation of fighting in the entire colonial army.

The raid on the manor took a one-sided form from the beginning. The three teams chose side attack tactics at the same time, and they all broke through the manor wall before dawn, burning the luxury villa where the nobles lived to ashes.

His life was threatened and his property was robbed. The nobles were as anxious as a dog who was stranded. They fled into the powerful garrison Talarinite overnight. Under the leadership of the regional MP Mr. Marty, the garrison commander Major Sorens, forcing him to organize forces to clear out the bandits and regain their property for the nobles.

And then now.

Major Sorens ordered the Fourth Company of Martinique and the Fifth Company of Infantry to attack at dawn, chasing the evil bandits and fleeing to the depths of the jungle.

They did not encounter decent resistance at all. The bandits could escape by looking at the wind. Not only did they escape more and more, but they also threw away their armor and the gold, silver and wealth that fell on the road made the pursuers make a fortune of not much or small.

Before we knew it, the distance between the infantry company and the cavalry company had been widened by more than twenty kilometers.

Standing at the tip of a gentle hill, John Leshid chewed the grassroots, holding his monocular glass in his hand to look at the battlefield.

"From the military merit theory, the fleeing You Yong is not as good as the bandits in the brigade; from the reward theory, those who run on the main road basically don't discard the stolen goods, but most of the people who scattered into the forest are empty-handed, and fools know who to chase..."

He spat out the grass leaves and murmured: "Greed is the original sin. Human beings are born with it. This is nothing wrong. But as a soldier, when he is blinded by greed, you need to pay attention to at least some details, such as the distance from friendly forces, and the number of people remaining in the target. It's really boring..."

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

"Architecture! 3 kilometers northwest of the target, five shots are fired, and fire!"

Three shots a minute, the red projectiles poured into the French galloping team. The loud explosion and air waves blew the unprepared soldiers and the horses were overturned. The loss was already heavy in one round of encounters.

Before they could come back to their senses, the five guns were fired, and the "bandits" who had escaped all the way had turned around, and the short guns in their hands were repeatedly activated, wantonly harvesting the lives that had already been scared.

When the drum beats of the infantry on both wings sounded, the company commander of the cavalry company made a quick decision to surrender the entire army and simply ended this unilateral massacre.

Lesheed on the top of the mountain was indifferent to the progress at the foot of the mountain. The glass had turned to the second prey in the distance. They might have heard some movement, but the distance was too far, and Lesheed could not see the expression on their faces.

"Order to force the troops to contain prisoners of war from the army, and the 8th Company's subordinates rushed forward and cooperate with Chief Sir Ryan to carry out the encirclement to the enemy infantry company."

The messenger yelled and pounced down the hillside. After a while, a hundred blacks and Indians ran out of the woods, and rushed to the freshly released French prisoners, robbing guns, swords, horses, and even strong military uniforms and leather boots.

Screaming, screaming...

Soon, Leshid judged that such prisoners could not threaten again... The pitiful looks of holding their shoulders and holding back their crying were more like a group of girls who had just experienced hell than soldiers.

"I don't know if the company commander is dead. If he doesn't die, it seems like I'd be rude to do this..." Leshid mumbled down the hillside and smiled and greeted the strongest black man in the team.

"Sand, it's hard to fight."

The tall black man leaned at Leshid's feet like a mountain of gold and jade pillars, crawled two steps, and kissed Leshid's boot tip devoutly.

"Dear Savior, you have rescued us from the hands of the white demon, trusted us, and given us strength. It is our greatest honor to die for you!"

"I like this kind of morale." Lesheed pulled out his sword and pressed it on the black man's head. "But Sander, your tribe has suffered too long and are all skinny. I really can't bear to let you fight against the French."

"We have the protection of our ancestors, and everyone is a natural warrior! Lord Savior, even if we are thin, we have enough strength to kill the enemy for you!"

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

“We will never let your expectations go out!”

Looking at the black man's bloody eyes, Leshid smiled even brighter.

"In this way, I will lead you to capture Tralinite tomorrow at the latest. You and your tribe will still not have combat missions. But don't be discouraged. No combat mission does not mean you cannot show your ability. There are many enslaved blacks and Indians, many guns, artillery, and food. You and your tribe must help more people of color out of slavery, so that they know that freedom needs to be fought for by themselves."

"yes!"

"In addition, when you have French supplies, your shooting training can also begin, and there will be no large amount of time and ammunition. If you don't want to be abandoned by me, you must do your best."

"yes!"

"Also, is the supreme commander of the captives still alive?"

The old black man blushed and lowered his head and said shamelessly: "Sir Savior, we don't know how to distinguish the ranks..."

"If I guess correctly, he should be yelling to see me now."

The black man suddenly realized: "There is such a man wearing a wig and a gem. He has been asking for it since we took off his shirt and wanted to meet our supreme officer."

"This is a bit difficult..."

The black man couldn't help but be stunned: "Sir Savior, do you say you have a grudge against that white demon?"

"It's not a matter of revenge..." Leshid frowned and carefully considered the words, "This, didn't he rob a lot of money along the way? They were rewards my subordinates got through hard fighting. So I didn't want to see him, for fear that once I saw him, I would not be able to control my anger and violate God's teachings."

"We are your most loyal follower, and we will never let you violate the Lord's teachings!" The black man immediately realized, kowtowed with trembling sound, and his face showed a ferocious look.

After a while, a long scream rang among the captives and came to an abrupt end. Leshid breathed a long sigh and said softly: "No lying, no ritual, no killing... Very well, there is no need to repent this week, Hallelujah."
Chapter completed!