Reborn As a Pirate

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

Seven o'clock in the evening, or later, is the traditional dinner time for Lefrancois.

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

France is agitated, and the more agitated, the more she cherishes this moment of peace and cannot be easily shaken.

But today is clearly different.

In the morning, first the merchant ships moored at the pier swarmed to flee, and then, the Bastion, which represented the last existence of the defense fleet, also fled. The panic was so great that even the officers who disembarked had no time to board the ship.

The citizens of Le François still vaguely remember the scene where the third mate yelled at the pier. They still felt strange at the time, but there was already a sense of uneasiness in the strangeness.

The Defense Fleet was once the patron saint of Lefrancois, powerful and proud. If this city is compared to the origin of her name, the Defense Fleet is the spear of the knight king, and the coastal fort is like an unshakable shield.

Francois I, Angoulême, King of Knights, passionate and artistic, brave and invincible.

Presumably whoever named the city never thought of it? One day, the invincible spear will be broken by the British at sea, and the remaining spear handle will flee without a fight, and there will be no time to throw a reason to the citizens living in the city.

Doomsday, is it coming?

People wondered, troubled, whispered, but dared not speak loudly.

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

When the sun was at its highest, the riddle was revealed, and 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 battleship with a wasp carved on its bow .

The warships that Le François was once proud of were moored silently beyond the range of the coastal fort, and the main mast in the middle was flying the dazzling British rice-lettered cloth strips.

So... this is the end of the world?

People thought they had solved their confusion, and the titans who protected the country had lost their sanity, but at least they still had the most advanced coastal battery.

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

but soon,

They knew their optimism came too early...

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

【To the citizens of Lefrancois: The town is besieged by the cruel and vile slave rebels, and the brigands from England are trying to plunder our property! The city hall invites every powerful citizen to stand up. From 14 to 50 years old, men go to the military camp to get weapons, and women go to the city hall to assist in logistics. We are at stake! 】

Until then, the real doomsday finally showed its minions. Outside the city, between the hills and the woods, on the winding paths, there were black or yellow thugs all over the mountains and plains, with fierce eyes and spitting mouths.

Where did they... come from?

Well-informed merchants in the interior quickly spread the news that a month ago, the greedy planters of La Trinite had aroused popular anger. During the gap between the people's wars, they ran across the wilderness and destroyed four towns!

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

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

In order to prevent this untimely rebellion from interfering with the ongoing decisive battle between Britain and France, the army and militiamen of the whole island have obviously gathered at the main road outside Fort de France, and prepared a net for them...

obviously...

The wise man finally realized it!

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

Now that the mob went to Fort-de-France, they naturally went to Le François!

The mob, the warship, the danger of life, the loss of dignity, all of these are the victims of the nobles of Fort-de-France!

It's all their fault!

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

The sun has not yet set, and the whole town knows that the nobles of Fort-de-France have colluded with the British and brought a mob to rob Lefrancois!

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

May the hell be empty and contain wealth and glory.

They cursed in unison until, as the sun set and despair fell...

...

Sander and Lachamon stood side by side at the forefront of the team, behind them were thin infantry dressed in strange clothes and lined up crookedly, and on both wings were thin cavalry with formations turning east and west, with mounts of different sizes.

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

This was their invincible force, and Sander and Ratchamon watched the sun go down with pride.

Sander, it's getting dark.

yes.

After dark, we can take revenge with our people.

yes.

There is also the Savior's fleet to help us deal with the enemies at sea.

yes.

After the victory, he will part from us. We attack the heart of the French from the land, and he and his fleet respond to our attack from the sea.

yes.

The voice fell silent for a long time...

Do you believe it?

Sander remained silent.

But Rachamon still said: Grandpa Bags taught me that no one will help others without asking for anything in return. Even the most merciful gods will look forward to sacrifices from believers...

You want to hear what I have to say? Sander asked suddenly.

Um?

The savior is white, the French are also white, and the white and white are on the same road. Even if the French are overthrown, we have just changed masters... Is this what you want to hear?

No... Rachamon was terrified, No...you misunderstood!

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

Rachamon's eyes widened.

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

Sander asked softly, but didn't expect Lachamon's answer. It was just a foreplay. In order to tell his life, he needed to listen carefully.

My father used to be the patriarch of a big tribe. He was warlike and brave. He liked to exchange men and women, old people and children from hostile tribes with white people for food and weapons to strengthen his tribe.

But one day, he encountered another powerful tribe equipped with white firearms. As a result, many tribesmen died, and even he was seriously injured.

Before he died, he asked me to hide with the rest of my tribe and hide in the jungle, so as not to be discovered by white people.

I violated his last wish... Sand breathed out, I found my godfather, a mild-mannered white man who had done business with my father for many years, and my sister even bore him a child.

Then, I became a slave. My people, my wife, my 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. He is your faithful friend when you are strong, and becomes your master when you are weak. Angels and demons co-exists in them, and from birth their souls harbor evil.

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

But did we really have a choice? Sander stared at Lachamon, When we first met that man, we were just slaves who were starving to death; when the number increased, guns, cannons, and food, he Gripping our lives again, never letting a man with a gun outrun his white men. Except today!

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

Because today, he will teach us how to fire a cannon. When our people learn it, we won't need a new master. If he doesn't board the boat, he will go to hell. Isn't that what he taught us?

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

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

Before the words fell, successive orders came from the rear.

Fire angle 30 degrees!

The distance is 850!

Reload once, test fire!

fire!

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