The sun is completely down the mountain, and night falls on the earth.

Seven o'clock in the evening, maybe a little later, it's the traditional dinner time in Le François.

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

France is restless, and the more restless it is, the more it tends to cherish this moment of tranquility and not easily shake it.

But today is clearly different.

In the morning, the merchant ships anchored at the docks fled in large numbers, and then the Fortress, which represented the last existence of the defense fleet, fled, so panicked that even the disembarking officers did not have time to board the ship.

The citizens of Le François vaguely remembered the scene of the third mate scolding by the docks, and they thought it strange at the time, but they already had a premonition of uneasiness in the strangeness.

The Defence Fleet was once the patron saint of Le François, powerful, proud, and if you compare the city to the origin of her name, the Defence Fleet is the spear of the knight-king, and the coastal batteries are like an unshakable shield.

François I, Angoulême, knight-king, amorous and literary, brave and invincible.

Presumably the people who named the city never thought of it, right? One day, the indestructible spear would be broken at sea by the British, and the remaining spear handle would flee without a fight, and there would not even be a reason to throw it to the people living in the city.

Is the end coming?

People are confused, troubled, whispered, but they dare not make a loud noise.

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

As the sun was at its highest, the puzzle was revealed, and the great shadow of the Andes appeared at the end of the sea, followed by the Jupiter, the Lucky Horseshoe, and a strange Brig with a wasp carved in the bow.

The battleships, once the pride of Le François, were silently moored out of range of the coastal batteries, and in the center of the mainmast fluttered with strips of British rice-character cloth.

Originally...... Is this the end times?

People thought they were puzzled, the Titans who protected the country had lost their minds, but they at least had the most advanced coastal batteries.

The forts were an unshakable shield, and under their protection, four warships were not enough to endanger the peaceful life of the French.

But they soon knew that their optimism had come too soon......

In the afternoon, the shrill whistle sounded in the sky, and the troops stationed there suddenly went into a frenzy, and even the town hall followed suit, and the streets and alleys reverberated with hoarse and desperate emergency calls.

[To the citizens of Le François: the town has been besieged by the murderous and despicable slave rebels, and the robbers from England have tried to loot our property!] The town hall invites every powerful citizen to come forward, and for those between the ages of 14 and 50, men go to the barracks to collect weapons, and women go to the town hall to assist with logistics. We are at stake! 】

The real end of the world finally showed its minions at this point, and outside the city, between the hills and the woods, on the winding paths, the mountains were full of black and yellow thugs, with fierce eyes and spitting saliva.

They...... Where did it come from?

Well-informed inland merchants soon spread the news that a month earlier, the greedy plantation owners of Ratrinithai had stirred up outrage by the slaves who had seized their stockpiles of weapons and cannons and ravaged four towns in between the wars between the French and the British!

But ten days ago, the mob had disappeared at Leramant......

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

In order not to allow this untimely rebellion to interfere with the ongoing decisive battle between Britain and France, the troops and militia of the whole island had already assembled on the main road outside Fort-de-France and prepared a net for them......

Clearly......

The smart man finally came to his senses!

Yes, the nobles of Fort-de-France have protected their town, and this mob naturally cannot threaten their property.

Now that the mob had gone to Fort-de-France, they naturally ran to Le François!

Mobs, warships, lives in danger, loss of dignity, all this is the work of the nobles of Fort-de-France!

They're all the ones who hurt it!

The first man cursed it, and the second passed it on, and the tenth, and a hundred, and a thousand......

Before the sun set, the whole town knew that the nobles of Fort-de-France had colluded with the British to loot Le François with a mob!

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

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

They scolded in unison, until, as the sun set, despair descended......

……

Sander and Rachamon stood side by side at the head of the line, behind them emaciated infantry dressed in strange shapes and twisted formations, flanked by thin cavalry of different sizes and mounted in formation.

There were also rear formations, shore defense artillery, light artillery, heavy artillery, mortar artillery, and even naval artillery, horse-drawn carts, mule carts, donkey carts, and deer carts.

It was their invincible force, and Sander and Rachamon watched with pride as the sun sank.

"Sander, it's getting dark."

"yes."

"After dark, we will be able to take revenge on our people."

"yes."

"And the Savior's fleet to help us deal with the enemies at sea."

"yes."

"After the victory, he will be separated from us. We attacked the heart of the French from 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?"

Sander remained silent.

But Rachamon said, "Grandpa Bagus taught me that no one will help others without expecting anything in return, and that even the most merciful gods will look forward to the sacrifice of the believer......"

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

"Huh?"

"The savior is white, the French are white, the white and the white are on the same path, and even if the French are overthrown, we will only change the master...... Is that what you want to hear? ”

"No......," Rachamon said with horror on his face, "No...... You are mistaken! ”

"Did you misunderstand?" Xander laughed, baring a mouthful of teeth, "But that's exactly what I want to say, my heart." ”

Rachamon's eyes widened.

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

Sander asked softly, not expecting Rachamon's answer, it was just foreplay, and he needed to listen carefully in order to tell his life.

"My father was the patriarch of a large tribe, warlike and brave, and most fond of exchanging men and women, old men and children from rival tribes for food and weapons with white people."

"But one day he encountered another powerful tribe armed with white firearms, and as a result, many people died, including himself being seriously wounded."

"Before he died, he told me to hide with the rest of my tribesmen and hide in the jungle so that they would not be discovered by the whites."

"I went against his last wishes...... Sander exhaled, "I found my godfather, a gentle white man who had been in business with my father for many years, and my sister had a child for him. ”

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

"That's when I understood that maybe there are good guys and bad guys in every race, but not whites. When you are strong, he is your faithful friend, and when you are weak, he will become a master. Angels and demons coexist in them, and from birth, they harbor sin in their souls. ”

"This is white people, even saviors will covet our freedom, they can never be trusted."

"But did we really have a choice?" Xander stared at Rachamon, "When we first met that man, we were slaves dying of starvation; When the number of people grew, guns, cannons, and food, he held our lives again, and never let the man with the gun surpass the white man under his command. Only today is an exception! ”

"You ask me if he will honestly board the ship after the victory? I'm telling you, he will. ”

"Because today, he will teach us to fire cannons, and when our people learn to do so, we won't need a new master. If he doesn't get on the boat, he's going to hell, isn't that what he taught us? ”

"It's a revolution of colors, my mate!" Sander patted Rachamon on the shoulder heavily, "Yellow and black are friends, and white is just enemies!" ”

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

Before the words fell, a continuous command came from the rear.

"The angle of fire is 30 degrees!"

"Distance 850!"

"One-shot loading, test firing!"

"Fire!"