Chapter 202

On May 8, the Western head of the khayawi Peninsula, on the outskirts of tralinitai.

Black smoke floated at the end of the forest sea, and sand and dust floated on the dense wild path. On the fourth day of occupying Robey manor, the well-rested bastard company finally launched an attack on the nearby fortress city.

The fortress city is tranlinite. As an important support for the French to protect the land, latlinite gathered 3 of the 10 companies of the Martinique infantry regiment and stationed in a solid stone fortress with complete guns and natural base.

It is said that the construction standard of this fortress is to easily prevent an infantry regiment attached to the artillery company from being besieged for three months. Even if there is a little Jerry building in the construction process, Captain Rashid and his little boy company can't handle it.

However, Rashid never wanted to sweep all directions.

Since ancient times, strategy and tactics have been the main means used by commanders to make up for the gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides. Correct strategies can make up for the defects of the country, and excellent tactics are the expertise of operational forces to turn corruption into magic.

As it happens, Rashid is good at this.

The attack was launched in the early morning of last night. He divided the mixed boy company into one big, three small and four teams. In addition to the main team moving slowly with light guns to latrinite, the remaining three teams were equipped with 20 Musketeers, dressed as mountain bandits under the leadership of adjutant Harry, Sergeant Shawn and Chief Superintendent Droney, and attacked the three manors on the kahavi peninsula.

The manor, located in the hinterland of Martinique and adjacent to the important military town, can be imagined in the allocation of defense forces. Even if the number of people exceeded slightly, the actual combat effectiveness was far inferior to the mixed boy company, which had been in battle for a long time and enjoyed the reputation of being good at fighting in the whole colonial army.

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

Your life was threatened and your property was plundered. You were as frightened as a lost dog. You fled into the strong garrison taralinite overnight. Under the leadership of Mr. Marty, the regional councilor, you put pressure on major Sorens, the garrison commander, and forced him to organize forces to eliminate mountain bandits and recapture your property for you.

And now.

Major Sorens ordered the fourth company of Martinique cavalry and the fifth company of infantry to attack at dawn and chase the evil mountain thieves all the way to the depths of the jungle.

They didn't encounter decent resistance at all. The mountain bandits ran away at the sight of the wind. They not only fled more and more, but also threw away their armor all the way. The gold and silver belongings dropped by the roadside made the chasing soldiers a small windfall.

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

Standing at the tip of a gentle hill, John Rashid chewed grass roots and looked at the battlefield with a binocular in his hand.

"According to the theory of military merit, you Yong who fled can't compare with the mountain bandits in the brigade; according to the theory of reward, those who ran on the main road basically didn't throw away the stolen goods, but most of those who scattered into the forest were empty handed. Fools know who to chase..."

He spit out the grass leaves with a Pooh and murmured, "greed is the original sin. Human beings are born with it, which is not wrong. But as a soldier, when he is blinded by greed, he needs to pay attention to at least some details, such as the distance from the friendly army and the remaining number of targets. It's boring..."

"Forget it. For the sake of saving me a lot of trouble, I'll be merciful this time and teach you the cruelty of war."

"Artillery squad! Three kilometers northwest of the target, five bursts of gunfire, fire!"

Three rounds a minute, red bullets splashed into the Flemish galloping riding team. The loud explosion and air waves blew the unprepared soldiers upside down, and a round of face-to-face losses had been heavy.

Before they recovered, the five guns were fired, and the "mountain bandits" who had escaped all the way had turned around, fired their short guns again and again, and wantonly harvested the lives that had already been frightened.

When the drums of the infantry on both wings sounded, the company commander of the cavalry company immediately chose the whole army to surrender and put an end to this unilateral massacre.

Rashid on the top of the mountain is indifferent to the progress at the bottom of the mountain. The looking glass has turned to the second prey in the distance. They may have heard some movements, but the distance is too far. Rashid can't see the expression on their faces.

"Order, coerce the troops to receive prisoners of war. The eighth company's subordinates move forward quickly and cooperate with sergeant Ryan to encircle the enemy infantry company."

The heralds rushed down the hillside shouting. Soon, hundreds of blacks and Indians ran out of the woods in droves. They rushed to the freshly baked French prisoners, grabbing guns, swords, horses, even strong military uniforms and leather boots.

Drink, scold, scream, scream

Soon, Rashid judged that such prisoners could no longer pose a threat... The poor look of holding their shoulders and crying was more like a group of little girls who fell into the hands of barbarians and had just experienced hell than soldiers.

"I don't know whether the company commander is dead or not. If not, it would be impolite for me to do so..." Rashid muttered down the hillside and smiled at the strongest black in the team.

"Sander, it's hard to fight."

The tall black man bowed down at Rashid's feet like a jade pillar, crawled two steps, and devoutly kissed the tip of Rashid's boots.

"Dear savior, you rescued us from the white devil, trusted us and gave us strength. It is our greatest honor to die for you!"

"I like this morale." Rashid took out his sword and pressed it on the black man's head. "But sander, your people have been tortured for too long. They are as thin as wood. I really can't bear to let you fight with the French."

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

"Very good, very good, I see. Well... I will consider giving you the opportunity to fight. Before that, you have to show your ability and obedience under my department. Just like you go hunting, I believe you must hope that your partner is a warrior who can be relied on."

"We will never let your expectations fall!"

Looking at the black man's eyes, which were so feverish that they were bloodshot, Rashid smiled more brightly.

"In this way, I will lead you to capture tralinite by tomorrow at the latest. You and your people still won't have a combat mission. But don't be discouraged. No combat mission doesn't mean you can't show your ability. There are many enslaved blacks and Indians, many guns, artillery and food. You and your people have to help more colored people out of slavery, Let them know that freedom needs to be fought for by themselves. "

"Yes!"

"In addition, with the materials of the French, your shooting training can also start. There won't be a lot of time and ammunition. If you don't want to be abandoned by me, you should try your best."

"Yes!"

"And is the supreme officer of the captives still alive?"

The old man's face was red. He looked down with shame and said, "Lord Savior, we do not know how to distinguish ranks."

"If I'm right, he should be yelling to see me now."

The black man suddenly realized: "there is such a man, wearing a wig and precious stones. Since we took off his shirt, he has been asking to meet our supreme officer."

"It's a little difficult..."

The black man was stunned: "Lord Savior, do you say you have a grudge against the white devil?"

"I can't talk about revenge..." Rashid frowned and considered his words. "Well, he robbed a lot of property along the way. It was all the reward my subordinates got by fighting hard. So I don't want to see him very much. I'm afraid I won't be able to control my anger and disobey God's teachings as soon as I see him."

"We are your most loyal followers, and we will never let you violate the Lord's teachings!" the black man immediately understood and knocked his head with a ferocious face.

After a while, a long scream sounded among the prisoners and stopped suddenly. Leisid sighed a long sigh of relief and said softly, "there is no lying, no loss of honor, no killing... Well, there is still no need to repent this week, Hallelujah."