Chapter 131

Cretian Armand, who led the firemen behind him, even though he had lived in this continent for nearly ten years, he claimed that he knew the aborigines very well, but he was still a little confused when he saw the groups of aborigines on the opposite side.

Don't these guys know the power of muskets? Don't these guys know that they are far fewer than their rivals?

"Natives are natives. They don't know how to live or die!" Major Armand spat scornfully, then looked up at the hills on both sides of the pass.

"Major Armand, shall we rush? The number of Cherokee soldiers opposite us is much less than ours. They even drag women here. My leader thinks this is all the strength of Cherokee. My leader thinks we need only one charge to completely break up the Cherokee team There was a strange sound in French. Armand looked down on his horse and found that it was the liaison officer of the chekasa people, eh, or the interpreter.

Armand glanced up at the two hills again and found that there was no news coming. He looked down at the very awkward interpreter and said, "tell your leader that if he is willing to charge, you can charge. I need to get the exact information before I can enter the pass. I will not let our soldiers venture into the pass until I am sure that the Cherokees have not laid an ambush on the hills on both sides. "

Armand's voice was cold and emotionless, which made the translator embarrassed. He could only walk to the position where the leader stood.

Of course, he also secretly spat a mouthful of saliva, secretly scolded in the heart: "these damn French white dogs!"

Seeing the translation go far away, Armand sneered with disdain, "aborigines are aborigines. I don't understand any tactical knowledge. How dangerous the pass is, you can see it at a glance. If the Cherokees set ambush on the hills on both sides of the pass, once we rashly enter the pass and the Cherokees ambush on the hills, we will be in a very unfavorable environment. Hum, I still want to charge. You aborigines want to die! "

As a major of the French imperial army with high military literacy, Armand saw the danger of the pass at a glance. If Armand was familiar with the road here, he would never have taken such a dangerous pass.

But the aboriginal guides brought everyone to the pass.

Armand, who had a keen sense of danger, immediately subconsciously stopped the procession and sent four soldiers to climb the hills on both sides of the pass. The task of the four soldiers was to find out whether there were Cherokee ambushes on the two hills.

Armand will never put his soldiers in dangerous areas. As long as possible, Armand, as the highest military officer of these soldiers, will adopt the safest route and way of marching.

In front of him, Armand felt very bad about the pass. The narrow and dangerous pass was like a king cobra with a big mouth open, and he and his brothers were like rats being watched by King Cobra

This time, I came out with 100 soldiers. Because I came out by boat, there were not many horses for my brothers to ride. In the wilderness of the new world, if there are not enough horses, it is a very dangerous thing.

This danger not only comes from the local aborigines, but also from the various carnivores in the wilderness, such as large groups of wolves

His brothers all have excellent equestrian skills. If he can bring the horses out of the fortress, Armand is confident that he will take these 100 Musketeers across the wilderness. Even if the enemy is strong, he can safely retreat with the speed of the horses and the power of the musketeers.

However, except for a few officers who owned horses, most of the brothers did not bring out their beloved horses.

A Musketeer without a horse is a Musketeer with short legs!

Therefore, the more so, the more attention should be paid to avoid some dangerous environment, such as the dangerous pass in front of us.

"Pa... pa..." two shots from the left Hill pulled Armand's thoughts back. Hearing the two shots with the right interval, Armand's face showed a smile.

Now it seems that at least there is no Cherokee ambush on the hilltop to the left of the pass.

After waiting for a while, there were two shots on the hill on the right, the interval of which was in accordance with the prior agreement. Now Armand was completely relieved.

As long as there was no enemy ambush on the hills on either side of the pass, Armand would have confidence to deal with any enemy.

Although the number of 100 Musketeers is not large, they are all veterans of more than two years, and their volleys are fast and dense. When shooting in sections, even if there were only 20 soldiers in each row, Armand had the confidence to kill the enemy even if there were 1000 aborigines on the opposite side.

"I don't know how the Empire trained those soldiers. They were defeated by the damned Brits. If our brothers fight with the Englishmen at home, we'll beat the Englishmen away! " Strangely, in this moment, Armand's mind went to the other side of the ocean thousands of miles away.

The silly interpreter came up again and asked, "Dear major Armand, can we go through this pass and kill those damned Cherokees?"

Major Armand looked at this strange looking translation with disdain. The translation was not only strange, but also the French pronunciation made Armand feel unbearable.

As the most beautiful language in the world, major Armand could hardly bear to have his mother tongue spoken in this way.

No matter how unbearable it was, Armand could tell the situation clearly. So he nodded a little and said, "tell your leader not to let your people rush through the pass. I need your people to protect my Musketeers. If your leader wants his men to fight with the Cherokees, I don't mind watching. If your leader likes to see my brother kill those cowardly Cherokees, let him honestly protect the left and right wings of the musketeers. "

The translator nodded with a smile, and then ran back. In a short time, Armand heard a series of high cheers from the aborigines. It was obvious that the leader of the chekasa people was talking to his people.

Then, Armand saw that these primitive and backward aborigines did not rush like a swarm in the morning. Instead, they stood in two rows on both sides of the pass, with a distance of about 30 meters in the middle.

Seeing that these Aborigines were so successful, major Armand showed a smile on his face, turned to his brothers behind him and said in a loud voice: "prepare your weapons, let's harvest the aborigines' lives..."