Chapter 223

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

At 7 p.m., maybe later. It's Le Francois's traditional dinner time.

In the past, at this time, every family gathered in Tianlun, and there were few people in the streets.

France is restless. The more restless it is, the more it cherishes this moment of peace and cannot be easily shaken.

But today is obviously different.

In the morning, the merchant ships moored at the wharf swarmed away, and then the fortress, which represented the last existence of the Defense Fleet, fled. In such a panic that even the officers who got off the ship did not have time to board.

The citizens of Le Francois vaguely remember the scene of the third mate yelling at the dock. They still felt strange at that time, but they already had an uneasy premonition.

The Defense Fleet was once the patron saint of Le Francois, strong and proud. If this city is compared to the origin of her name, the Defense Fleet is the knight King's spear, and the coastal fort is like an unshakable shield.

Francois I, angulem, Knight king, amorous and literary, brave and invincible.

Surely the people who named the city never thought about it? One day, the invincible spear will be broken at sea by the British, and the rest of the spear handle will escape without fighting. It is too late to throw it to the citizens living in the city for one reason.

Is the end coming?

People doubt, worry and whisper, but they dare not make a noise.

They didn't know what they were waiting for, but they waited subconsciously, raised their heads, opened their eyes, and looked at the end of the bay until noon.

When the sun was at its highest, the mystery was revealed. The huge ship shadow of the Andes appeared at the end of the sea, followed by the Jupiter, the lucky horseshoe and a strange brig warship with a hornet carved bow.

The warships that had been Le Francois's pride moored silently outside the range of the coastal fort, and the main mast in the middle was floating with the dazzling rice cloth strips of the British.

So... This is the end?

People think they have solved their doubts and the Titans who protect the country have lost their mind, but they at least have the most advanced coastal fort.

The fort is an unshakable shield. Under their protection, only four warships are not enough to endanger the calm life of the French.

But soon, they knew that their optimism came too early

In the afternoon, the sharp whistle sounded through the sky, the stationed army suddenly became crazy, even the city hall followed, and the streets and alleys echoed with hoarse and desperate emergency calls.

[to the citizens of Le Francois: the cruel and humble slave rebels besieged the town, and the robbers from Britain tried to rob our property! The city hall invites every powerful citizen to stand up. Every man aged 14 to 50 goes to the military camp to get weapons, and women go to the city hall to help with logistics. We are in danger!]

The real doomsday finally showed its claws and teeth. Outside the city, between the hills and woods, on the winding path, there were black or yellow thugs all over the mountains, with fierce eyes and spitting saliva.

Where did they... Come from?

Well informed mainland businessmen soon spread the news. It is said that a month ago, the greedy planters of latrinite aroused people's anger. The slaves there seized the weapons and artillery in stock, walked around in the gap between the war between France and the British, and destroyed four towns!

But ten days ago, the mob disappeared in Le La Montan

It's obviously closer to Fort France

In order not to let this untimely rebellion interfere with the ongoing British French decisive battle, the army and militia of the whole island have clearly gathered in the main road outside Fort France and prepared a snare for them

Clearly

The wise man finally realized it!

Yes, the nobles of Fort France protected their towns, and these mobs naturally could not threaten their property.

Now that the mob had gone to Fort France, they naturally came to le Francois!

Mobs, warships, life-threatening, dignity lost, all this was done by the nobles of Fort France!

They did it!

The first person scolds, the second person passes on, the tenth person, a hundred people, a thousand people

Before the sun set, the whole town knew that the nobles of Fort France had colluded with the British and brought the mob to rob Le Francois!

Men picked up guns and scolded, women picked up bread and scolded, and the old people hid in the basement of the house and scolded with their children.

"May hell be empty and accept wealth and glory."

They scolded with one voice until the sunset and despair came

……

Sander and rachamon stood side by side at the forefront of the team. Behind them were thin and weak infantry dressed in strange and strange clothes, with two wings turning around from east to west and riding thin and weak cavalry of different sizes.

There are also rear arrays, shore defense guns, light guns, heavy guns, mortar guns, and even naval guns, carriages, mules, donkey carts, and deer carts.

This is their invincible army. Sander and lachamon watched the sunset sink with full pride.

"Sander, it's getting dark."

"Yes."

"After dark, we can take revenge with our people."

"Yes."

"And the Savior's fleet to help us take care of the enemy at sea."

"Yes."

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

"Yes."

The voice was silent for a long time

"Do you believe it?"

Thornton remained silent.

But lachamon still said: "Grandpa bages taught me that no one will help others without asking for return. Even the kindest God will look forward to the sacrifice of believers..."

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

"Huh?"

"The Savior is white, the French are white, and the white and the white are on the same road. Even if we overthrow the French, we just change our master... Is that what you want to hear?"

"No..." La chameng was frightened. "No... you misunderstood!"

"Have you misunderstood?" sander laughed and showed his bright teeth, "but that's what I want to say, my truth."

Rachamon's eyes widened.

"Feel strange? Didn't expect? Don't understand?"

Sander asked softly, but did not expect lachamon's answer. It was just foreplay. In order to tell his life, he needed to listen carefully.

"My father used to be the head of a large tribe. He was belligerent and brave. He liked to use the men and women, the elderly and children of the hostile tribe to exchange food and weapons with the white people to strengthen his tribe."

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

"Before he died, he asked me to hide with the rest of my people and hide in the jungle. Never be found by whites."

"I broke his last wish..." sander breathed out. "I found my godfather, a gentle white man, who had done business with my father for many years, and my sister had a child for him."

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

"Since then, I have understood that maybe every race has good and bad people, but white people don't. when you are strong, he is your loyal friend. When you are weak, he will become the master. Angels and Demons coexist in them. From birth, their souls contain evil."

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

"But did we really have a choice?" sander stared at La chamon. "When we first met that man, we were just starving slaves; when the number was increasing, guns, guns and food, he held our door again, and would never let the people holding guns surpass the whites under his command. Only today!"

"You asked me if he would honestly board the ship after victory? I told you, he would."

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

"This is a color revolution, my partner!" sander patted lachamon on the shoulder. "Yellow and black are friends, while white is just an enemy!"

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

Before the voice fell, continuous orders came from the rear array.

"Firing angle 30 degrees!"

"Distance 850!"

"One shot loading, test firing!"

"Fire!"