What is "dragoons"

Usage examples of "dragoons".

He had been given a Regiment of French Dragoons and those horsemen caught up with the Spaniards close to the city of Leon.

He had hoped to find safety in General Romana’s northern army, but, only two days before the Dragoons forced them into the hills, Romana was defeated.

Lieutenant Davila watched as the French Dragoons saddled their horses and abandoned a village that had been plundered and from which the smoke rose into a cold sky.

The Dragoons might not know where Bias Vivar was, but the man in the black coat and white boots knew precisely where the Major was going, and so the French forced their horses to the west.

The drunken redcoat fell to his knees, crying, and the Dragoons rode over him and spurred towards the two companies which barred the road.

The Regiment of Dragoons still rode in squadrons that could be distinguished by the colour of their horses.

The first Dragoons, the company which had waited by the bridge, closed on the square’s eastern face.

The Dragoons went for individuals, the men most easily killed, and they took pleasure in thus avenging all the horsemen who had been put down by rifle bullets, all the Frenchmen who had jerked and bled their lives away on the long pursuit, and all the jeers that the Riflemen had sent through the biting air in the last bitter weeks.

The chasseur saw them at the same time, and the French trumpet called the Dragoons into order.

The Dragoons evidently thought the band of survivors too small to worry about.

He had eagerly questioned Sharpe about every detail of the fight by the bridge, but what most interested the Spaniard was which direction the enemy horsemen had taken after the fight, to which enquiry Sharpe could only offer his supposition that the Dragoons had ridden in pursuit of Sir John Moore’s army.

The dismounted Dragoons who lined the peaks of the immense and sheer cliffs either side of the gorge were the men doing the damage.

He could see the Dragoons standing on the lips of the chasm, firing down into the deathtrap of the road where, nine hundred years before, the Moors had been slaughtered.

The dismounted Dragoons who had lined the canyon’s edge, must now scramble to their right to face this unexpected attack on their flank.

The Dragoons, still searching for new positions in the high rocks, would hear the bullets spin past their ears.