Super Chief

Chretien Armand, who led the Musketeers standing behind, even if he lived on this continent for nearly ten years, he boasted that he knew the natives of this continent very well, but he saw the crowds on the opposite side. When he was a native, he was still a little confused.

　　 Don’t these guys know how powerful muskets are? Don’t these guys know that they are far fewer than their opponents?

　　 "Aboriginals are natives, they do not live or die!" Major Armand spat in disdain, then looked up at the hills on both sides of the pass.

"Major Armand, are we rushing? The number of Cherokee fighters on the opposite side is much less than us. They even pulled women here. My leader thinks this is the strength of the Cherokee. My leader thinks that we only need one charge to completely disperse the Cherokee team." A strange French pronunciation sounded, and Armand rode down on the horse and looked down and found that it was Che. The liaison officer of the Kai'Sa, um, or an interpreter to be more precise.

Armand glanced up at the two hills again, and found that there was no news yet. He looked down at the very slurred translator and said, "Tell your leader, if he is willing to charge, then you will charge. Okay. I need to get the exact information before I enter this pass. I will not let our fighters venture into this pass before I am sure that the Cherokees have not set up ambushes on the hills on both sides. ."

　　 Armand’s voice had no emotion at all, it was very cold, which made the translator a little embarrassed, and he could only walk to the position where the leader stood sullenly.

　　 Of course, he also secretly spit, and cursed secretly in his heart: "These **** French white dogs!"

Seeing the translator walking away, Armand sneered disdainfully, "The natives are natives, and they don’t understand any tactical knowledge. How dangerous is the pass in front of you, this can be seen at a glance. If the Cherokee were on both sides of the pass An ambush is set up on the hill in the mountains. Once we venture into the pass and the Cherokee ambush on the hill launches a surprise attack, we will be in a very unfavorable environment. Hey, I want to charge, you natives are Want to die!"

　　 As a major of the French Imperial Army with very high military literacy, Armand saw the danger of this pass at a glance. If Armand is familiar with the road here, then he would never take such a dangerous pass.

　　 But that group of native guides just brought everyone to this pass.

Armand, who had a keen sense of danger, immediately stopped the advancement of the team subconsciously, and sent four soldiers to climb the hills on both sides of the pass. The task of these four soldiers was to figure out whether there were any on the two hills. No Cherokee ambush.

　　Arman will never put his soldiers in dangerous areas. Whenever possible, Armand, as the highest military commander of these soldiers, will adopt the most stable route and method of marching.

The pass in front of him felt very bad for Armand. This narrow and dangerous pass was like a King Cobra with its mouth wide open, and his brothers and his brothers seemed to be the King of Spectacles. The rat that the snake stares...

　　 This time I came out with a hundred soldiers. Because I came out by boat, the brothers didn't have many horses to ride. In the wilderness of the New World, if there are not enough horses, it is a very dangerous thing.

　　This kind of danger not only comes from the local indigenous people, but also comes from various carnivores in the wilderness, such as a large group of wild wolves...

The brothers under his team all have superb equestrian skills. If they can bring out the horses in the fortress, then Armand has the confidence to carry the hundred musketeers across the wilderness. Even if the enemy is strong, he can rely on the speed of the horses. And the power of the musket retreated safely.

　　 But, except for a few officers who own horses, most of his brothers did not bring out their beloved war horses.

　　 Musketeers without horses are short-legged Musketeers!

　　 So, the more you do this, the more you have to pay attention to avoiding some dangerous environments, such as this dangerous pass in front of you.

"Pl...Pl..." The two gunshots from the hill on the left brought Armand's thoughts back. Hearing these two gunshots at the correct time interval, Armand A smile appeared on his face.

　　 It seems that at least there is no Cherokee ambush on the top of the hill to the left of this pass.

　　 waited for a while, and there were two gunshots on the hill on the right, at intervals consistent with the pre-arranged time, and Armand was completely relieved now.

　　 As long as there are no enemy ambushes on the hills on both sides of this pass, Armand will have the confidence to deal with any enemy.

　　 Although the number of 100 Musketeers is small, these soldiers are veterans of more than two years. Their platoon guns are called fast and dense. When shooting in stages, even if there are only 20 soldiers in each row, as long as they rotate smoothly, even if there are a thousand natives on the opposite side, Armand is confident to kill the enemy.

"I really don't know how the soldiers trained in the empire, and they were defeated by the **** British guys. If our brothers fight the British guys on the mainland, we promise to fight the British guys!" The strange thing is ~www.wuxiaspot. com~ At this moment, Armand's thoughts drifted across the ocean thousands of miles away.

　　 The silly translator ran over again and asked, "Respected Major Armand, can we go through this pass and kill the **** Cherokees?"

　　 Major Armand glanced at this strange-looking translation with disdain. Not only was the translation strange, but the French pronunciation made Armand feel unbearable.

　　 As the best language in the world, Major Armand can hardly bear that someone speaks his mother tongue in this way.

　　 But it was unbearable, Armand still knew the situation before him. So he nodded slightly and said: "Tell your leader, let your people not rush through the pass at once. I need your people to protect my musketeers. If your leader is willing to let his men and the gang cut. If the Rockies are desperate, I don't mind watching the excitement behind. If your leader likes to watch my brother slaughter the cowardly Cherokees, then let him guard the right and left wings of the Musketeers honestly. "

The translator smiled and nodded, and then ran back in a hurry. After a while, Armand heard a series of loud shouts from the group of natives. It was obviously the leader of the Chekasha who was talking to him. What did the people say.

Then, Armand saw that these primitive and backward natives had not swarmed like in the morning. Instead, they were divided into two rows and stood on both sides of the pass, and there was a thirty-meter-wide beam in the middle. Some distance.

Seeing this group of indigenous people on the road, Major Armand showed a smile on his face, turned his head and said loudly to the brothers behind him: "Get your weapons ready, let's harvest the lives of those indigenous people... .."