It was dawn on May 24, 1779 AD.

It is 75 kilometers west of Le Francois, the important town on the east coast of Martinique, densely forested.

The sky hadn't been fully illuminated yet, but Captain John Leched, the invincible company commander, had been lifted by his idiot adjutant and got out of bed in the least dignified way.

Get up...anyone has it.

Leched mumbled and got up, opened his big sleepy eyes, and complained vaguely about life.

"Orchi, interrupting the lady's sleep at will will only shorten the beautiful shelf life. If I change the quality before I sell it...you know? You will be buried in the tulip field by your mother, she won't hesitate. "

Harry, the adjutant with a poker face, shook his quilt smoothly, without any fluctuations in his voice.

"First, I am your lieutenant Harry Sheffield, not the Orchi who does not know the so-called, so your mother should not be able to bury me alive."

"Second, no matter what kind of dream you have on earth, but you brought it, that one was once called a virginity killer by the Bostonians. So, don't impose your sexual fantasies on me, let me nausea."

The cold, unceremonious comment pulled Leched's spirit back to reality in an instant.

He first glanced at the collar button of the military uniform to confirm that everything was intact, then changed his slaying gaze and met his adjutant fiercely.

"The first item of Article 4 of the Special Military Rules for the Eighth Company, Second Lieutenant."

Harry snapped his legs and stood at attention: "Don't slander the image of the sir in any way, sir!"

"Very well, remember twenty lashes, and find Chief Rodney to receive the penalty before June 1st. You must not interfere with your work."

"Yes, sir!"

I'm so angry...

The refreshed Leched washed his face in the washing area next to the military tent, brushed his teeth, and took the neat and neat military uniform that Harry handed him, and put it on him without any harshness.

"time."

"May 24 at 4:27!"

"What is breakfast today? Who is on duty in the kitchen?"

"Sergeant Ryan is on duty, breakfast is coffee, and the acclaimed Ryan sandwich."

[The widely acclaimed Lion Sandwich] is a special dish of the Boys Lian. Although the name has four big characters that are widely acclaimed, no one in the whole company can love it. Naturally, they also include their pampered company elders.

After a while, Sergeant Ryan, who was wearing a chef's hat and a red uniform, walked in with a dinner plate.

Leched swallowed hard and picked up a tuft of triangle-shaped meat from the plate.

The basic structure is two layers of four mature thick beef, wrapped in butter, and grilled poultry breast meat is sandwiched between the breast meat and beef, and half charred bacon is sandwiched between the breast meat and the beef. This is the widely acclaimed Lane sandwich.

"That...has a job today..."

"We are diligent British officers. We have jobs every day, sir." The chef retorted with a smile without a smile.

"But today I go to work very early. I think I just need coffee."

"You are still growing, sir." Ryan put on a sad expression, "Unless Ensign Sheffield agrees, you must eat it all."

Reiched turned his eyes to Harry, his brows were springy, his eyes were autumnal: "Mr. Harry..."

"Another disgusting worth twenty lashes, now I owe the Chief Secretary forty lashes." After speaking, Harry walked away.

...

After the disgusting breakfast, Leched walked out of the tent with difficulty following his chest.

Dawn was slightly obscured, and a magnificent military picture was unfolded in front of him.

His subordinates are no longer what they used to be.

After smashing four towns and 22 plantations in a row, including the land fortress La Trinité, the original 200-man and 5 light guns have been expanded to have 120 artillery pieces and 3000 infantrymen. , 600 cavalry, supporting super corps with more than 2,000 troops.

There are all colors in his corps, black is the most, yellow is the second, and white is the least but dominates everything in the corps.

In his opinion, although it cannot last, before the collapse, this is undoubtedly a beautiful pyramid.

What's more, the more beautiful the flowers, the shorter the flowering period. The inability to last is not the defect of this pyramid, it is precisely its most attractive place.

Leheed stomped his feet intoxicated, raised his head and swept across his three right-hand men, Adjutant Harry, Sergeant Chief Ryan, and Chief Secretary Rodney.

"Yesterday, I saw the admiral who we don’t laugh and the annoying businessman at the agreed place. Unfortunately, the navy did a very good job. It killed the defense fleet a week ago, captured a major general, and drove them on. flagship."

"This means that the sea barriers that bombarded Le Francois are gone, only the twenty-four cannons on the land. It also means that if the Halloween operation fails again, all the responsibilities will be borne by us. "

"I made a bet with that pesky businessman. The bet was a box of Pinot Noir. I bet that I would knock open the Le Francois paper door first and not let those forts throw a cannonball at sea."

"It's about face and salary, gentlemen, if I lose, you will pay for the wine."

Ryan's eyes widened and trembling with anger: "Why!"

Leched shrugged scornfully: "I don't want a bottle of wine with this box of wine. It's yours if you win."

The transaction was concluded, and the two parties came to the door.

After fixing the subordinates that he can handle, Leched burped and cursed his mother: "Who is free? Bring us the infantry commander Mr. Sander and the cavalry commander Mr. Rachamon. It’s the main force, so it’s got to be coaxed."

In a short while, the tall black man and the strong Indian came together in front of Lasheed, five steps apart, and bowed together.

"My savior, your loyal servant greets you!"

"How many times have you said that you are friends and leaders. You need to stand up and set an example for your people."

Leched smiled like a spring breeze, but he didn't mean to approach or support him at all.

"And my servant is the second lieutenant Sheffield, I don't like your kind of close behavior, and the second lieutenant doesn't like it either."

"Uh..." The legendary three-faced mask.

The trapped Harry stepped up, helped Sander and Rachamon trapped, and followed Leched into the military tent.

The military tent is covered with a military map of the entire Martinique.

Leched turned around, picked up the baton from the table, and drew a big circle in the center of the map.

"My friends, your revolution has reached the most important moment."

In an uninspiring opening remark, Leched was reserved and passionate. The suppressed slightly trembling voice was just right, making the tents and other people awe-inspiring, even people like Harry and Ryan could feel the sacredness of worship.

Sand and Rachamon were so excited that they almost bowed down, and they stood up straight with desperate restraint.

"My savior, is it finally our turn to fight?"

"Don't worry, my friend." Leched said softly and gently on the map, "Before receiving the task, you have to be like real leaders and understand what you are doing."

"Martinique has three major military forces, one is La Trinité, which we have captured, the other is Le Francois that we are about to attack, and the heart of the evil rule of the French, Fort-de-France."

"The three major points have arranged 70% of the French army and the entire navy on the island, as well as nearly 50% of the regional councillors, 40% of the chambers of commerce and 60% of the cargo throughput."

"With them, you will have Martinique, and with them, you will have Martinique."

Leched paused: "So, what should you do?"

"Fight!" the two leaders shouted in unison.

"Yes, fighting. A revolution without bloodshed is not your revolution, and a struggle that is not carried out by yourself is not your struggle!"

Leched walked over, bypassed them, and walked around to the exit of the military tent, breathing a breath of fresh sea breeze.

"At night today, when the sun goes down and the night falls, my people will teach you the last lesson, fire the cannon."

"200 warriors are scattered behind 120 cannons~lightnovelpub.net~ teach you how to fire the cannons hand in hand, and then your warriors will charge, burn, kill, and take your freedom and independence from the evil French! "

"And your opponents are only two companies, 300 soldiers and less than 5,000 mob-like pioneers. This includes the elderly, children and women. The victory is yours."

Sander’s nose squirted rough, trying to maintain his final sanity: "That...Savior, I’ve heard the steward of the plantation say that Le Francois is one of Martinique’s two major naval bases. Although we can handle the French on land, but on the sea..."

"God sent me to help you." Leched interrupted Sander's words and sang, "The Lord has guided me and my companions to come here to reward your piety for conversion. So, we will help you and do our best. help you."

"Could it be that?"

"As you think, Le Francois's navy has been defeated. You only need to destroy the army's resistance, demolish the fort, and the great British navy will help you defeat the counterattacks of the pioneers."

"Then, my subordinates and I will board the ship, command the invincible sea power, help you destroy France's last reliance, and deliver a complete Martinique to you noble and proud free people. ."

"Really...really?"

"The Lord's believers live freely. This is the glory that every British man is willing to give up his life and forget his death."

Leched stared at Sander, condescending.

"Now, tell me, are you willing to bleed for freedom?"

"May..." Sand and Rachamon looked at each other, each seeing the firmness in each other's eyes, "For the freedom of the tribe, I will give up my life and forget my death, I will wait...I will not hesitate!"

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