The sun slid down the mountain completely, and night fell on the earth.

At seven o'clock in the evening, maybe later, this is the traditional dinner time in Le Francois.

At this time in the past, every family gathered together, and there were few people in the streets and alleys.

France is restless, and the more restless, the more often she cherishes this moment of peace and can't tolerate it easily.

But today is obviously different.

In the morning, the merchant ships moored at the pier flew in a swarm, and then the Fortress, which represented the last existence of the defense fleet, also fled, so that even the officers who disembarked did not have time to board the ship.

The citizens of Le Francois vaguely remembered the scene of the third officer yelling at the pier. They felt strange at the time, but they had a premonition of anxiety.

The defensive fleet was the patron saint of Le Francois, powerful and proud. If you compare this city to the origin of her name, the defensive fleet is the spear of the knight king, and the coastal fortresses are like unshakable shields.

Francois I, Angoulême, the knight king, passionate and literary, brave and invincible.

The person who named this city must have never thought about it, right? One day, the invincible spear will be broken by the British at sea, and the remaining spear handle will flee without a fight, and even a reason will not be thrown to the citizens living in the city.

Is the end here?

People are puzzled, troubled, and whisper, but they dare not speak loudly.

They didn't know what they were waiting for, but they just waited subconsciously, raising their heads, opening their eyes wide, and looking at the end of the bay until noon.

When the sun was at its highest, the puzzle was revealed. The huge shadow of the Andes appeared at the end of the sea, followed by the Jupiter, the Lucky Horseshoe, and an unfamiliar Brig with the Wasp on the bow. .

The warships that had been Le Francois's pride were moored silently beyond the range of the coastal battery, and the mainmast in the center was floating with the British dazzling rice-shaped cloth.

So... this is the end?

People think they are puzzled, the Titans who protect the country have lost their minds, but they at least still have the most advanced coastal fort.

The fort is an unshakable shield. Under their guardianship, a mere four warships are not enough to endanger the peaceful life of the French.

But soon they knew that their optimism was too early...

In the afternoon, the sharp whistle sound pierced the sky, and the army stationed suddenly went crazy, even the city hall was chasing around, and the streets and alleys echoed hoarse and desperate emergency calls.

[To the citizens of Le Francois: The brutal and humble slave rebels besieged the town, and the robbers from Britain tried to ransack our property! The City Hall invites every powerful citizen to stand up. When 14 to 50 years old, men go to the barracks to collect weapons, and women go to the City Hall to assist in logistics. We are at stake! 】

The real doomsday finally revealed its minions. Outside the city, between the hills and woods, on the winding roads, the mountains and plains are full of black or yellow thugs, with fierce eyes and saliva.

Where did they... come from?

The well-informed mainland merchants quickly broke the news. It is said that a month ago, the greedy planters of La Trinité aroused public outrage. The slaves there seized the stock of weapons and artillery, taking advantage of France and the United Kingdom. Between the people's battle, the wilds were rampant, and four cities and towns had been destroyed!

But ten days ago, this group of mobs obviously disappeared in Le Lamentin...

It's obviously closer to Fort-de-France...

In order to prevent this untimely rebellion from interfering with the ongoing Anglo-French decisive battle, the entire island’s army and militia have clearly assembled on the main road outside Fort-de-France, and they have prepared a sky and earth net for them...

Obviously...

The wise man finally realized it!

Yes, the nobles of Fort-de-France protected their towns. Naturally, these mobs cannot threaten their property.

Now that these mobs have gone to Fort-de-France, they naturally ran to Le Francois!

Mobs, warships, life in danger, loss of dignity, all of these were killed by the nobles of Fort-de-France!

They were the cause!

The first person scolded, the second person passed on, the tenth person, a hundred people, a thousand people...

The sun has not yet set, and everyone in the town knows that the nobles of Fort-de-France have colluded with the British and brought mobs to looting Le Francois!

The men picked up their guns and scolded, the women picked up the bread and scolded, and the old people hid in the basement of the house and scolded while holding their children.

"May the **** be empty and take in wealth and glory."

They scolded in unison, until the sunset fell and despair fell...

...

Sander and Rachamon stood side by side at the forefront of the team. Behind them were thin infantry in strangely dressed and crooked formations. The flanks were formed by thin cavalry with different mounts.

There are also rear battlefields, shore defense artillery, light artillery, heavy artillery, mortar artillery, and even naval artillery, carriages, mule carts, donkey carts, and deer carts.

This is their invincible force, Sand and Rachamon are full of pride, watching the sunset gradually sink.

"Sander, it's getting dark."

"Yes."

"After dark, we will be able to take revenge with the people."

"Yes."

"There is also the savior's fleet to help us take care of the enemies at sea."

"Yes."

"After the victory, he will be separated from us. We attacked the hearts of the French from the land, and he and his fleet echoed our attack from the sea."

"Yes."

The voice fell silent for a long time...

"Do you believe it?"

Sand continued to be silent.

But Rachamon still said: "Grandpa Baggs taught me that no one would help others without asking for anything in return. Even the most merciful **** would look forward to the sacrifice of believers..."

"What do you want to hear from me?" Sander asked suddenly.

"Um?"

"The savior is white, and the French are also white. Whites and whites are in the same way. Even if the French are overthrown, we will only have a different owner... Is this what you want to hear?"

"No..." Rachamon was horrified, "It's not... you misunderstood!"

"Misunderstanding?" Sander laughed, showing sharp teeth, "but that's what I want to say, my truth."

Rachamon's eyes widened.

"Strange? Didn't expect? Don't understand?"

Sand asked softly, but didn't expect Rachamon's answer. It was just foreplay. In order to tell his life, he needs to listen carefully.

"My father used to be the patriarch of a large tribe. He is militant and brave. He likes to use the men and women of the opposing tribe, the elderly and children, and white people in exchange for food and weapons to grow his tribe."

"But one day, he met another powerful tribe equipped with white firearms. As a result, many of the tribe died, and even he himself was seriously injured."

"Before I was dying, he asked me to hide with the rest of the tribe and hide in the jungle, so that I would not be discovered by white people."

"I violated his last wish..." Sand sighed, "I found my godfather, a gentle white man, who had been in business with his father for many years, and my sister gave him a child."

"Then I became a slave. My tribe, my wife, the sister who married the white man, and her child became slaves."

"Since then I have understood that maybe every race has good people and bad people, but white people don't. When you are strong, he is your loyal friend, and when you are weak, he will become the master. Angels and demons Coexist in them. From the moment they are born, there is sin in their souls."

"This is the white man. Even the savior will covet our freedom. They can never be trusted."

"But did we really have a choice?" Sand stared at Rachamon. "When we first met that man, we were just slaves who were about to starve to death; when the number of people increased, guns, cannons, and food, he He pinched our fate~lightnovelpub.net~ and never let the person holding the gun surpass the white people under his command. Only today is the exception!"

"You ask me if he will board the ship honestly after victory? I tell you, he will."

"Because today, he will teach us to fire. When our people learn, we don't need a new master. He will go to **** if he doesn't get on the boat. Isn't this what he taught us?"

"This is a color revolution, my partner!" Sander patted Rachamon's shoulder again, "Yellow and black are friends, and white is just an enemy!"

"Yellow and black are friends, and white is the enemy..." Rachamon repeated, his eyes getting hotter and hotter. He said, "It's getting dark, my friend."

Before the words fell, continuous orders came from the back.

"The firing angle is 30 degrees!"

"The distance is 850!"

"One shot reload, test fire!"

"fire!"

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