Reborn As a Pirate

At dawn on May 24, 1779 AD.

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

The sky hadn't completely brightened yet, but the bastard's invincible company commander, Captain John Leched, had already been thrown off the quilt by his idiot adjutant, and asked him to get out of bed in the most disrespectful way.

Get up angry...anyone has it.

Rashid got up muttering, with big sleepy eyes open, complaining about life absently.

Orchie, interrupting a lady's sleep at will will only shorten the shelf life of beauty. If I go bad before I sell it... you know? You will be buried in a tulip field by your mother, she won't hesitate.

The poker-faced lieutenant, Harry, shook the quilt with a clatter, without any fluctuation in his voice.

First, I'm your adjutant Harry Sheffield, not that unknown Orchie, so your mother shouldn't be able to bury me alive.

Second, no matter what kind of dream you have, but you have a handle, and that one was once called a virginity killer by Bostonians. So, don't force your sexual fantasy on me, let me nausea.

The unceremonious and cold comment instantly pulled Rashid's mind back to reality.

He first secretly glanced at the collar button of the military uniform to make sure everything was in order, then changed his murderous eyes, and stared fiercely at his adjutant.

Item 1 of Article 4 of the Eighth Company's Special Military Regulations, Second Lieutenant.

Harry snapped his legs to attention: Don't slander the image of the officer in any way, officer!

Very good, twenty lashes, and get the penalty from Chief Secretary Rodney before June 1, and you must not affect your work.

Yes, sir!

I'm fine...

Rejuvenated, Rashid washed his face and brushed his teeth in the washing area next to the military tent, took the neat military uniform handed over by Harry, and put it on carefully.

time.

May 24 at 4:27!

What's for breakfast today? Who's on rotation in the kitchen?

Master Chief Lane is on rotation, and breakfast is coffee and the well-received Lane sandwich.

[Widely acclaimed Ryan Sandwich] is a special dish of the Hunk Boy Company. Although the name contains four characters of widely acclaimed, no one in the whole company loves it, including their pampered company commander.

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

Reshid swallowed hard, and picked up a triangular piece of meat from the plate.

The basic structure is two layers of four mature thick beef, wrapped in butter, with roasted poultry breast meat in the middle, half-burnt bacon sandwiched between the breast meat and beef, this is the widely acclaimed Ryan sandwich.

That... I have work today...

We are hard-working British officers, and we have jobs every day, sir. The chef retorted with a half-smile.

But it's especially early today for work, and I think all I need is coffee.

You're still growing, sir. Ryan put on a sad expression, Unless Second Lieutenant Sheffield agrees, you must eat all of it.

Rasheed eagerly turned to Harry, with spring in his brows and autumn in his eyes: Mr. Harry...

Another piece of disgust worth twenty lashes, and now I owe the steward forty lashes. After speaking, Harry walked away.

...

After finishing the disgusting breakfast, Rashid walked out of the tent with difficulty along his chest.

In the faint light of dawn, a magnificent military map unfolded in front of him.

His subordinates are no longer what they used to be.

After breaking through four towns and twenty-two plantations in a row, including the land fortress La Trinite, the original 200-man company with five light cannons has been expanded to have 120 cannons of various types and 3,000 infantry. , 600 cavalry, and a super corps with more than 2,000 auxiliary troops.

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

In his opinion, although it cannot last long, it is undoubtedly a beautiful pyramid before it collapses.

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

Rasheed stomped his feet intoxicated, raised his head and glanced at his three right-hand men, Lieutenant Harry, Master Chief Ryan and Chief Steward Rodney.

I met our unsmiling admiral and that annoying businessman at the appointed place yesterday. Unfortunately, the navy did a great job. They killed the defense fleet a week ago, captured a major general, and drove their flagship.

This means that there are no obstacles at sea to bombard LeFrancois, only the twenty-four forts on land are left. It also means that if the Halloween operation fails again, all the responsibilities will have to be borne by us.

I made a bet with that nasty businessman on a case of Pinot Noir that I'd be the first to knock on Le François's paper gates before those forts dropped a cannonball into the sea.

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

Ryan's eyes widened, trembling with anger: Why!

Reixide shrugged recklessly: I don't want a bottle of wine based on this case. If you win, it's all yours.

The deal is concluded, double blessings.

After taking care of his subordinates who were easy to deal with, Laixide hiccupped and scolded his mother: Is anyone free? Invite our infantry commander, Mr. Sander, and cavalry commander, Mr. Lachamon, over here. It's the main force, so you have to coax it well.

After a while, the tall black man and the strong Indian came together in front of Laixide, five steps apart, and bowed down together.

Master Savior, your faithful servant sends you greetings!

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

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

And my servant is Second Lieutenant Sheffield. I don't like your approaching behavior, and neither does the second lieutenant.

Uh... The legendary three faces were covered.

The blinded Harry went up, helped up the blinded Sander and Lachamon, and followed Laixide into the military tent.

A military map of the entire Martinique is laid out in the military tent.

Rashid turned around, picked up the baton from the table, and drew a big 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 Rashid speaks with restraint and passion. The suppressed slightly trembling voice was just right, making the spirits of the people in the tent awe-inspiring, and even people like Harry and Ryan could feel the sacredness of worship.

Sander and Lachamon were so excited that they almost bowed down again, and they stood upright only with desperate restraint.

Master Savior, is it finally our turn to fight?

Don't worry, my friend. Rasheed gently pointed at the map, and whispered softly, Before accepting the task, you must understand what you are doing like a true leader.

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

The three major centers have deployed 70% of the French army and all the navy on the island, as well as nearly 50% of the regional councilors, 40% of the chamber of commerce, and 60% of the cargo throughput.

With them, you have Martinique, with them, you have Martinique.

Lei Xide paused: So, what should you do?

Fight! the two leaders shouted in unison.

Yes, fight. A revolution without bloodshed is not your revolution, and a struggle without hands-on execution is not your struggle!

Leixide walked over, bypassed them, and went around to the exit of the military tent, taking a breath of fresh sea breeze.

Tonight, when the sun goes down and night falls, my people will teach you the last lesson, fire.

200 soldiers are scattered behind 120 cannons. I will teach you to fire the cannons. Then, your soldiers will charge, burn, and kill, and take your freedom and independence from the evil French!

And your opponent is just two companies, 300 soldiers and less than 5,000 ragtag pioneers, including the elderly, children and women. The victory is yours.

Sander snorted heavily, trying to maintain his last sanity: That...Master Savior, I once heard from the steward of the plantation that Le François is one of the two major naval bases in Martinique. Although we can handle the French on land, but at sea...

God sent me to help you. Resheed interrupted Sander and sang, The Lord directed me and my companions to come here to reward your conversion piety. Therefore, we will help you and do our best help you.

Could it be that?

As you can imagine, Lefrancois' navy has been defeated. You only need to destroy the army's resistance and demolish the forts, and the great British navy will help you defeat the counterattack of those pioneers.

Then, my men and I will board the ship, command the invincible sea force, help you destroy the last support of France, and hand over a complete Martinique to you noble and proud free people. .”

Really...really?

Believers in the Lord are born free, and this is the glory for which every British citizen is willing to lay down his life.

Rashid stared at Sander, condescending.

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

May... Sander and Rachamon looked at each other, and each saw the firmness in the other's eyes, For the freedom of the people, we will sacrifice our lives, we will wait... at all costs!

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