Actually thats the name of a regiment not the number of men, Anyway i send the militaries greatest enemy....thats right Hippies!
Dressed in tie dye and playing folk music, your men are powerless to resist our methods of peaceful protest and groovy songs about tree's and fairies and soon either join us or flee.
I then turn the hill into a hippy commune making it, My Hill! which is like totally awesome man
I set off an EMP device and now your smart phone isn't so smart anymore allowing me to take over the world using two yoghurt pots and a length of string
With the world still plunged into darkness i use my trusty Zippo to introduce the natives to the wonders of fire who then worship me as a god! and so build me a mighty temple atop the hill. My temple, My Hill.... All Hail Braetwalda!