Chapter 1957: Battle

"Do you have any good Method? We must save them."

Nashadier said anxiously: "How about this, you give me the specific location, and I will take troops there right now to gather them into our unit."

Harris, however, waved his hand and took out a secret letter, saying: "I have already made preparations."

"I told them long ago that if I failed, they should kill Smith and come to defect to you."

"This is the secret letter I received from them."

"They failed to finish off Smith; Smith seemed to know the news a step earlier than them and left in advance. Our men could not hold them back, but after Smith left, they began to march and are now heading in our direction."

"It shouldn't take long; they will be here soon."

"Rest assured, the French cannot catch up with them so quickly. The unit they are composed of consists of the elite of the elite from our Wahala Tribe."

"They are all riding the best War Horses of the Wahala, so the French might not be able to catch up."

Upon hearing this, Nashadier breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Nashadier was still very worried; Harris's unit was stationed closer to the Wahala Tribe.

The place they were currently in was the Sugela Tribe area.

The connection between these two regions had been blocked layer by layer by the French troops.

Now, Harris's march would not be as simple as before.

Harris had already defected; if the news spread, these French troops would definitely not turn a blind eye and let his unit pass as they had before.

They would certainly add obstacles and might even launch an annihilation battle against this unit.

"Harris, what you said is not secure enough!"

"How about this: you and I take the troops to assault the boundary line between the Wahala Tribe and the Sugela Tribe to draw away their forces."

"Your elite unit has already begun to march; we must act as quickly as possible. We absolutely must arrive before the enemy."

Harris understood what Nashadier meant.

He pondered for a moment and said: "Fine, we have already agreed on a retreat route, let's take the troops and go."

After thinking of this.

Nashadier and Harris immediately took action.

A Cavalry unit of only three thousand men galloped away in the dead of night!

At this time, Smith had indeed escaped alive.

Harris's unit had long since received orders.

But unfortunately, the intelligence Smith received was just a little bit earlier than theirs; it was not that they did not try to block him.

It was that the people they sent out failed to stop him.

After escaping, Smith immediately found the French garrison in the Wahala Tribe area and ordered them to eliminate Harris's unit.

But by the time they dispatched troops and arrived, they found that the unit Harris had left behind no longer knew where to go.

At this moment, the unit Harris left behind was marching at high speed toward the route they had previously agreed upon.

Smith, having realized what happened, immediately ordered the stationed French troops to strictly guard the outposts.

If they encountered Harris's unit, they were to annihilate them all without leaving any survivors!

Under such orders, the French troops stood guard, reinforced the sentry posts, and prepared for battle.

Although the main force of the French was being held back by the Long Yan Army.

Relying on the terrain and the fortresses they had built, the French troops still easily divided their Colonial Area into several zones, cutting off communication.

Once these areas were blocked, the resistance forces found it very difficult to pass through.

Therefore, it was very difficult for Harris's unit to pass through these fortresses to defect to Nashadier.

Their temporary commander was also a Warrior of the Wahala Tribe, Leonard!

He

looked at the French Soldiers patrolling the distant outposts; the weapons in their hands had all been changed from Long Spears to Muskets.

The number was also more than double what it had been before.

Clearly, they had already received orders and were waiting for their arrival here.

Leonard frowned; despite hurrying, they were still a step late.

"General, what should we do next?"

"Should we launch a frontal assault?"

Leonard looked at his adjutant and shook his head.

"A frontal assault won't work. The enemy already knows we are coming back; there must be traps inside to deal with us, and their number of Cannons has also increased. You know what Cannons mean for us!"

The adjutant fell silent; they had no time to carry many supplies on this march, and heavy weapons like Cannons were not brought along at all.

If they launched a frontal assault, they would definitely lose a large portion of their men.

"General, if it really doesn't work, let's go back to the Wahala; if we find more men, maybe we will still have a chance!"

Leonard shook his head: "It's impossible now; Smith will not give us this chance."

"From the moment he escaped, we only had one choice."

"Either get out alive today, or face their attack tomorrow."

"We will not have a second choice."

Leonard knew even more clearly in his heart that after Harris recruited soldiers, even if they could return to the Wahala Tribe, the surrounding tribes would not and could not provide them with more help.

Leonard stared at the distant French troops and said in a deep voice: "Get the brothers ready. When we move in a moment, take out their Cannon positions first, then we will launch a charge!"

The adjutant said in a deep voice: "Yes."

Leonard stared at the distant French troops, his fingers curling down one by one.

But after all his fingers fell, Harris's troops launched an attack in an instant.

They did not carry Cannon, but that did not mean they did not carry gunpowder and explosive satchels!

Their Crossbowmen tied the explosive satchels to the arrows and fired them out.

The arrows nailed themselves near the main force of the Cannon at the outpost.

The Musketeers coordinating with them immediately fired Bullet, detonating the explosive satchels nailed onto them.

But just at this moment, the French troops also discovered Harris's troops who were attacking suddenly.

They began to counterattack, but with a boom, one of their Cannon was blown away.

Just at this moment, Harris's troops launched a charge.

But just after all of them appeared, the French had long since made preparations.

In front of the outpost, their troops lined up in a row, holding Musket in their hands and firing in unison at Harris's troops!

Leonard saw a group of troops suddenly appear among the French, his eyes froze, knowing deeply that he had been ambushed.

But no matter what, they had to continue fighting; this was already a Method with no other Method.

If they could not win this war, they would have to die here!

They no longer had a way out!

Watching the soldiers beside him fall one by one, Leonard felt a wave of sorrow.

One could even say despair; their Musket were only capable of hitting the opponent, but the quantity of their Musket was even scarcer.

With such a scarce quantity of Musket, there was simply no Method to engage in a battle with the opponent.

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