May 24, 1779 A.D., dawn.

75 km west of Le François, an important town on the east coast of Martinique, in dense forest.

The sky has not yet completely brightened, and the bastard boy has been invincible in a row. Captain Lyched, however, had been lifted off the covers by his idiot adjutant and asked out of bed in the most undignified way.

Get up and ...... Anyone has it.

Rashid grunted to his feet, his sleepy-eyed eyes wide open, and complained blankly about life.

"Olchi, casually interrupting a lady's sleep will only shorten the shelf life of beauty. What if I went bad before I sold it...... You know what? You will be buried in a tulip field by your mother, and she will not hesitate. ”

Harry, the poker-faced lieutenant, shook the quilt with a loud noise, and there was no fluctuation in his voice.

"First, I'm your lieutenant, Harry. Sheffield, not the Olch who doesn't know what to call it, so your mother shouldn't be able to bury me alive. ”

"Second, no matter what kind of demon dreams you had, you carried the handle, and that one was once called a chastity killer by the Bostonians. So, don't impose your sexual fantasies on me, it makes me sick. ”

The unceremonious, icy comment brought Rashid's spirit back to reality in an instant.

He first glanced at the collar of his military uniform to make sure that everything was in order, and then changed his murderous gaze to look at his lieutenant viciously.

"Eighth Company Special Military Regulations Article 4, Paragraph 1, Second Lieutenant."

Harry snapped and stood upright: "Don't slander the image of the chief in any way, sir!" ”

"Very good, twenty lashes, before June 1, go to Secretary Rodney to receive a fine, and do not affect the work."

"Yes, sir!"

Smooth out......

Refreshed, Rashid washed his face and brushed his teeth in the washes area next to the tent, and took the neat military uniform handed by Harry, and wore it on his body without being harsh.

"Time."

"May 24 at 4:27!"

"What's breakfast today? Who rotates in the kitchen? ”

"Master Chief Lane is on duty, breakfast is coffee, and the acclaimed Lane sandwich."

"The Critically Acclaimed Ryan Sandwich" is a special dish of the Mixed Boy Company, although the name comes with four big characters that have been widely acclaimed, but no one in the whole company can love it, which naturally includes their pampered company elders.

After a while, Sergeant Lane in a chef's hat and a red army uniform, dressed in a nondescript manner, walked in with a plate.

Rashid swallowed hard and picked up a triangular lump of meat from his plate.

The basic structure is two layers of four-ripened thick beef, buttered, and sandwiched between grilled poultry breast, and half-charred bacon between the breast and beef, which is the acclaimed Lane sandwich.

"That...... There is a job ...... today"

"We are diligent British officers, and we have work every day, sir." Chef Pi laughed and retorted.

"But I started work early today, and I thought I just needed coffee."

"You're still growing, sir." Ryan put on a sad face, "Unless Ensign Sheffield agrees, you must eat it all." ”

Leheed's eyes turned to Harry, his eyebrows were full of spring, and his eyes were full of autumn: "Mr. Harry......"

"Another disgusting twenty lashes, and now I owe the chief forty lashes." With that, Harry walked away.

……

After a disgusting breakfast, Rashid struggled out of the tent with a hard run down his chest.

The morning light was faint, and a magnificent military map unfolded in front of him.

His command is no longer what it used to be.

After successively conquering four towns and 22 plantations, including the land fortress of Ratrinithai, the original 200-man mixed boy company with 5 light guns has expanded into a super corps with 120 artillery pieces, 3,000 infantry, 600 cavalry, and more than 2,000 auxiliary troops.

He had all the colors in his corps, black was the most, yellow was second, white was the least, but dominated everything in the corps.

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

What's more, the more beautiful the flowers, the shorter the flowering period, and the inability to last is not a flaw of this pyramid, but precisely its most attractive place.

Leheid stomped his foot in revulsion, and raised his head to sweep over his three right-hand men, Adjutant Harry, Master Chief Ryan, and Secretary Chief Rodney.

"Yesterday we met the admiral, who we don't laugh at, and the obnoxious merchant at the agreed place. Unfortunately, the Navy did a good job, having taken out the defense fleet a week earlier, captured a rear admiral and opened their flagship. ”

This means that there is no longer a maritime obstacle to the shelling of Le François, and only those twenty-four batteries on land remain. It also means that if the Halloween operation fails again, all the responsibility will be borne by us. ”

"I made a bet with that pesky merchant on a box of Pinot Noir, that I would knock on Le François's papier-mâché door first, and not let those batteries drop a single shell at sea."

"It's a matter of face and salary, gentlemen, if I lose, you'll pay for the wine."

Ryan's eyes widened and he trembled with anger: "Why! ”

Rashid shrugged his shoulders ruffianly: "I don't want a bottle of this box of wine, it's all yours if you win." ”

The deal is done, and the door is coming.

After getting rid of his subordinates, Rashid burped and scolded his mother: "Who is free?" Invite our infantry commander, Mr. Sander, and cavalry commander, Mr. Lachamon, to come, they are the main force in this battle, and they must be coaxed. ”

In a few moments, the tall negroes and the sturdy Indians came together in front of Rashid, five paces apart, and bowed down in unison.

"Greetings to your faithful servant, Lord Savior!"

"How many times have you said that you are friends and leaders, and you need to hold your chest high and set an example for your people."

Lehid smiled like a spring breeze, but had no intention of approaching or supporting.

"And my servant is a second lieutenant in Sheffield, and I don't like this kind of behavior like yours, and neither does the second lieutenant."

"Uh......" the legendary three-faced veiled circle.

Harry, who was in the circle, walked up, picked up Sander and Rachamon, and followed Rashid into the tent.

The military tent was covered with a military map of the whole of Martinique.

Lehid turned around, picked up his baton from the table, and drew a large circle in the center of the map.

"Friends, your revolution has reached its most important moment."

There is nothing new in the opening remarks, but Leheed speaks reservedly and passionately. The suppressed slightly trembling voice was just right, so that the people in the tent and others were calm, and even people like Harry and Ryan could feel the sacredness of worship.

Xander and Lachamon were so excited that they almost bowed down again, but they only managed to stand up straight with desperate restraint.

"Savior, is it finally our turn to fight?"

"Don't worry, my friend." Lehid gently pointed to the map and whispered softly, "Before you receive the mission, you need to know what you are doing like a true leader. ”

"Martinique has three major military points, one is Latrinité, which we have captured, one is Le François, which we are about to attack, and the heart of the evil rule of the French, Fort-de-France."

"The three major points are arranged for the French to have seventy percent of the army and all the navy on the island, as well as nearly fifty percent of the district councillors, forty percent of the chamber of commerce, and sixty percent of the cargo throughput."

"With them, you own Martinique, and with them, you own Martinique."

Rashid paused: "So, what are you supposed to do?" ”

"Fight!" The two leaders shouted in unison.

"Yes, fighting. A bloodless revolution is not your revolution, and a struggle that is not carried out by your own hands is not your struggle! ”

Lehid walked over, walked around them, went around to the exit of the tent, and breathed in the fresh sea breeze.

"At nightfall today, when the sun goes down and night falls, my men will teach you one last lesson, firing a cannon."

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

"And your opponents are just two companies, 300 soldiers and less than 5,000 rabble pioneers, including old men, children and women. Victory is yours. ”

Tander's nose snorted, trying to hold on to his last sanity: "That...... Savior, I have heard from the steward of the plantation that Le François is one of the two great naval bases of Martinique, and that although we can cope with the French on land, we are ...... at sea."

"God has sent me to help you." Rashid interrupted Sander and chanted, "The Lord has directed me and my companions here to reward your devotion to conversion. So, we're here to help, and we're here to help. ”

"Excuse me?"

"As you can imagine, Le François's navy has been defeated, you just need to destroy the resistance of the army, tear down the batteries, and the great British navy will help you to crush the counterattack of the pioneers."

"Then my men and I will come aboard and command that invincible sea force to help you destroy the last of France's reliance, and deliver a complete Martinique into the hands of you noble and proud freemen."

"Really...... It's true? ”

"Believers in the Lord are born free, and this is the glory for which every British soldier is willing to give up his life and death."

Rashid stared at Tander, condescending.

"Now, tell me, are you willing to shed your blood for freedom?"

"May ......" Sander and Rachamon glanced at each other, each seeing the firmness in the other's eyes, "For the freedom of the people, sacrifice life and forget death, we will wait...... At all costs! ”

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