In this way, after three days, and almost everyone's patience had reached the limit, William gathered all the chiefs together and gathered them in a clearing on the outskirts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWhen the chiefs didn't know why, William told them what he was going to do:

"Guys, you still suspect that I'm kidding you when I'm recruiting 10,000 Cherokee soldiers, right?"

Hearing William say this, the Cherokee chiefs did not speak, but looked around, left and right. Although there was no answer, their appearance was already indicative of their attitude.

"Well, I know, words have no power to speak. In many cases, many things have to be seen for yourself in order to be believed - so, guys, to show my sincerity, and to prove that I am not talking nonsense, I have decided to let you see for yourself what a 'hundred hundred' warriors are like.

Next, my friends, please accompany me on a review of our Gothic warriors - although, of course, I prefer to call them 'armies.' ”

With William's command, around him, the musicians of the military band began to play the parade march. Before the chiefs thought about what they wanted to say. They heard voices. Again and again, very clearly. It was a sound they had never heard before. Their voices are completely unclear -

It resembles a bison, a deafening sound of a herd of wild horses running around. However, compared to those unrestrained cattle and horses, he is more neat and regular. It's like someone captures their voices and casts them piece by piece.

In addition, although they had never heard of it, they understood the meaning firsthand.

Murderous intent, fear, iron will. All the chiefs, and the Cherokee warriors around them, all of a sudden became nervous. Some looked nervously at William, others nervously around the place. Although William uttered:

"Quiet, my friends, I have no ill will. And I'm with you, so don't worry. "That's it, but the chiefs still feel uneasy.

And then, a sharp-eyed Cherokee spotted the sounds. It was lined up in a phalanx, and there were people who couldn't see the edge at a glance.

"Man! a lot of whites! a lot of goths!" he pointed into the distance.

"Don't panic, don't panic!" William then shouted, "I have said it, I am only here to prove that what I said is true, so let you review my army! My army isn't here to fight!"

Hearing William say this, the chiefs' mood calmed down a little. But at the same time, they are also watching. Some watched the escape route, while others looked at William with twinkling eyes. In his heart, the author planned that if William really made it bad, he would control his meaning at the first time.

William didn't say anything about these people. It's like he can't see the little movements of these guys. Still sitting comfortably in his place. Occasionally pick up the teacup and take a sip of black tea.

The same furnishings, along with a fragrant cream cake, were placed in front of the Cherokee chiefs. In recent times, William has invited them to eat quite a bit. But in comparison, their favorite is this-

Cream, sugar, sweets.

For those who have never seen sugar cane or sugar beets in their lives. The appeal of sweets is endless. The most pleasant and enjoyable moment of the day was at dessert time after the meal - some chiefs had hoped that William would offer more sweets. There were even those who wanted William to eat all three meals a day, with those cakes and sugar.

William, however, politely declined them. And they give all sorts of reasons -- but of course, the most important reason is not to prevent them from gaining weight or destroying their health or anything.

It's about letting them learn the rules.

However, at this moment, everything is different. They didn't even look at the candy, the cream cake, the little snacks with sugar and honey that were placed in front of them. All the chiefs, and their guards, were stunned by the sound of footsteps, the Cherokee soldiers.

-- As I said before, this land has been peaceful for a long time. At the same time, all the Cherokees who are still alive, have forgotten what a real war looks like. The armies of the whites, though circulated in the old epics, are more often described in two things.

The horses of the whites, and the muskets of the whites.

Many Indians believed that the white man was so great because of his horses and muskets. And now, the Indians are not without these two things. So they don't think there's anything terrible about white people.

In fact, in recent decades, in the skirmishes between the colonists and the Indians, the Indians did not suffer much loss. Their surprise attack, they are familiar with the terrain. They were also familiar with muskets. Weapons equipped with metal. They also rode war horses.

In this case, the combat effectiveness of the Indian tribal warriors was basically the same as that of the militia in the colonies. In the sister-in-law war, the two sides usually fought with skirmishers and light infantry. Frontal battles are almost non-existent.

So the Indians present did not know what an array was, what a private corps was, what an organized army was, what a phalanx was, and what a march in unison was.

Therefore, when they saw the musketeers who were armed with bayonets and muskets, lined up in a neat array, and everyone was moving in the same way, they were shocked to understand.

"What is this?!"

"Why are all these white people the same?! Why are there so many white people who are exactly the same?"

"In their hands, there are so many white people armed with muskets?!"

"They're wearing iron! they're wearing clothes made of iron!"

Almost all of the Cherokee chiefs exclaimed. The murderous aura exuded by the soldiers of the White Legion, who had undergone the most rigorous training, who had followed William in the Old World, in the New World, fighting on one battlefield after another. Leaving the Cherokee chiefs stunned.

"Magic! This must be magic!"

"Aren't they alive?!Why can they walk so neatly?!"

"White man's witchcraft!"

After this, the Cherokee chiefs could not help but shout and scream - but no one dared to move, not one dared to move. They were all frightened by such an army.

Look at the ugliness of these Cherokee chiefs. The neo-Gothic officers, priests and officers around William all smiled—yes, this was his own army. A powerful legion capable of intimidating these barbarians. And to deter these Cherokees is William's purpose.

No matter what the Cherokee chiefs shouted, and no matter what the goths on the rostrum thought. The companies didn't pay attention, they just moved forward, just kept moving forward. Only when passing by the rostrum, will they salute the rostrum under the command of the lieutenant company commander.

And just like that, company after company walked by, and then another, and another. It stretches endlessly, and you can't see the edge at a glance.

The chiefs of the Cherokee were amazed and incredulous, and then they became numb with the passage of time. Even the brain went blank.

It was at this time that William's artillery unit appeared - in order to better deter the enemy. William also pulled out all the nearly 200 guns he had captured, and the Visigothic expeditionary force. Although, in reality, because there was not enough artillery. So these guns hardly do anything.

- Of course, the Cherokee chiefs didn't know about this. They just watched in amazement as the artillery passed by. Dragged forward a little by a pack horse, by a mule, and by a donkey.

Of course, they know what a "cannon" is. During skirmishes with the colonists, the colonists occasionally brought one or two small cannons of one or two pounds. Although for the regular army, such artillery is nothing at all. But to the Cherokees, it was like a "thunderbolt of the gods" as a weapon of terror. Whether it is the roar of the cannon, or the power of the cannon, it is much stronger than the musket.

And because of the blockade by the colonists, the Cherokees did not get the artillery as if they had been given muskets earlier. In fact, at a time when many Cherokees were able to produce their own simple muskets, they had not yet acquired a single artillery. This is the result of the union of the various countries of the Old Continent.

"They have so many cannons. ”

"Oh my God. These artillery pieces ...... Simply. ”

Compared to before, I saw the panic of the army of "replicants". Seeing hundreds of artillery pieces rolling forward for a moment, the Cherokee chiefs had another feeling.

The former is curious, fresh and incredible. The latter was even more frightening and intimidating - although in William's view, the parade of phalanx infantry was no less impressive. But this is too strange for the Cherokees.

The vast majority of Cherokee chiefs still think it's "white people's witchcraft." It's some kind of trick. And not really.

But these guns are different.

"No, it's also possible that these are white people's witchcraft. Some of the chiefs said this in a tone of uncertainty.

"Whether it's true or not, just take a look at it. William said to the chiefs, "How about we come closer and have a look after the parade?"

Hearing William say this, many chiefs felt embarrassed.

It's not that they don't want to see it, it's not that they aren't curious. They are afraid.

Before, they could deceive themselves with all sorts of reasons and excuses. But if you look closely, it's clear whether it's true or not......

The question is, what do they do if these things are really true?