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Chapter 734 Black Torrent (Happy National Day)

Chapter 734 Black Torrent (Happy National Day)

The crowd was moving, some were eager to try, but were also worried that this was a trap. They had been kept in captivity for so long that even if they lost their cages, they were still afraid to go beyond the line.

It was not until some Texas cowboys impatiently threw their guns at some nearby black slaves that people gradually mustered up the courage to stand up.

Several Texas cowboys who were distributing guns were also very easy-going and taught them how to use this old-fashioned smoothbore rifle.

A gang leader asked quietly, "Boss, can they succeed?"

Leon lowered his voice and shook his head slightly: “I don’t know.”

The Thirteen Colonies were the overlords of America after all. Although their industry was weak and they could only be considered a second-strong nation until the First World War, their size was there, and they were supported by the source of the Industrial Revolution, the prosperous British Empire.

If just one group, even a dozen groups or hundreds of thousands of black slaves rioted, the final outcome would only be to be crushed.

Losa, who made the plan, never thought that these blacks could establish a "New Africa" ​​that dominated the Americas.

Leon's face was calm: "But freedom is sometimes more important than life, isn't it?"

The living standard of black slaves in Louisiana was actually quite decent. They could eat seven pounds of fish or pork and one bushel of grain every month. This was much better than the serfs and tenants in many countries during the same period.

After all, they are also an important labor force, and they are livestock equivalent to cattle and horses that need to be purchased from slave ships across the ocean. If they are not well fed, how can they ensure that they have a healthy body to create wealth for the plantation owners?

As a result, many black slaves were completely domesticated and tried their best to show their obedience and diligence to their masters. To the extent that many slave owners used black people as supervisors to manage the black slaves, creating layers of hierarchy among the black slaves.

But Leon felt that no one could, after having tasted the taste of freedom, obediently return to the cage and be picked out for breeding and reproduction like an animal, with their loved ones being bought and sold at will, and being whipped, abused and violated at any time.

Moreover, now that the Texans have broken their shackles and armed them, hatred and hunger will lead them down a path of no return.

The gang leader was a little worried: "The weapons we prepared for them are all obsolete stuff. Can they really seize the nearby gun stores and police stations and arm themselves as we planned?"

"I don't know, but if they want weapons, they don't necessarily have to rob these places."

Leon's voice was very cold. The tradition of the Thirteen Colonies was that almost everyone was equipped with a gun, otherwise the immigrants would not have been able to control such a large number of black slaves and resist those ferocious beasts and gangs. These people would obviously have violent conflicts with the "Black Rebels".

The leader of the corner looked at the slaves whose expressions changed after they got the weapons, and the eyes peeking from the houses around, and whispered, "Will this fire burn us?"

"If they were afraid of the slave owners, they would not go to Texas, where the slave owners were coming. If they dared to resist the slave owners, they would not come to Texas, which had no tradition of 'slavery'."

"Of course, this also requires our guidance."

He watched as the last gun on the cart was taken away by a sturdy black slave. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Black brothers, I know you are afraid of the revenge of the slave owners, but are the slave owners any better than you? They are not even as strong as you, they just have one more gun and they are united enough!"

"But in Louisiana, in Mississippi, and in Florida, your numbers are much greater than those of the slave owners. Let more black brothers be liberated and join your ranks, so that those former slave owners can see the power of your unity! Fight for your freedom, so that you will no longer be trampled underfoot by others, and to liberate more black brothers. Fight!"

Leon clenched his fists against his chest and waved them constantly. Facing those indifferent faces, his heart couldn't help but beating nervously.

I don’t know whether what was written by this “Captain” whom I haven’t seen for 20 years is useful. There are even regulations on every action and expression.

"You don't need to be afraid of your own lack of strength. In the town of Munster, there was only one cavalry company from us. At the same time, we sent tens of thousands of cavalry into Louisiana to rescue your compatriots. You will soon have an army of hundreds of thousands. No one will dare to underestimate your strength anymore."

A black slave who got a weapon suddenly said, "Sir, I want to know why you came to help us?"

Leon said without hesitation: "Because the British are about to invade my hometown, just like they invaded you, to take away the land of Texas, kill our brothers and sisters, and sell us into slavery!"

The black slave breathed a sigh of relief. He did not believe in any noble character or selfless behavior. If that were the case, he would feel terrified.

"Brothers, as the Texas governor said, we have to make a choice now: do we continue to return to the cage and be an ignorant beast, or do we stand up as a human being and create a world for our future."

He raised the weapon in his hand, and as if he had learned how to use it before, he aimed at a black man in the crowd who was obviously dressed much better than the ordinary black slaves: "Soram, stand up, you damn accomplice, ugly executioner, you are more hateful than those slave owners!"

Someone gnashed his teeth and said, "That's right, Solam, stand up!"

The black man holding the weapon took off his clothes, revealing the shocking scars on them: "Brothers, I am not seeking revenge intentionally. Almost every black person in Arat's plantation knows the numerous crimes this guy has committed."

"That's right!"

More and more people began to stand up and accuse the black man named Solam. In the midst of public outrage, the angry blacks drowned him out, and the shrill screams were endless.

The gun-distributing activity in the square soon turned into a public trial. One by one, the black people who had been accomplices of the evil were dragged out, whipped, and beaten, and even many women were not spared.

The leader who witnessed this scene could not help but lower his voice and said, "It seems to be working quite well."

Leon was a little embarrassed: "This seems to be called a public trial, but I haven't planned to go to this step yet. Forget it, after all, we are lucky to have met a black man who has some leadership style."

At this time, a Texas cowboy cavalryman came galloping on his horse.

"Boss, the Louisiana state militia has arrived, and they are accompanied by several paladins."

This was not hidden from the blacks. When they heard the news, they became visibly panicked. Many blacks had followed their masters and converted to Christianity. They were naturally afraid of the existence of the legendary Paladin.

"Hahaha!"

Leon's loud laughter seemed particularly harsh at this moment.

"You've come just in time, black brothers. Before we part, we will give you one last great gift. The guns, pack animals, and ammunition of those state militiamen will all belong to you."

"Texas Frontiersmen, follow me!"

As he spoke, Leon leaped up, mounted his warhorse, and a group of hundreds of riders rushed out like the wind, leaving behind a group of black slaves looking at each other in bewilderment, and those hiding in the houses with malicious eyes.

It was not known who fired the first shot, but when the Texas cavalry went out of the city to meet the Louisiana militia, gunshots also rang out in the town.

"Put those beasts back in their cages."

"Put down your weapons, you ugly niggers!"

"We can't lay down our weapons. We have to fight them for freedom!"

A gang leader looked back at the fierce gun battle in the square with some concern: "Boss."

"Don't worry about them. If they can't even handle this little trouble, our investment in them will be in vain."

Without even looking back, Leon rode out of the city first. In front of him, he could see hundreds of cavalrymen lined up in formation, as well as the paladins leading the way with a distinctive "cross" flag.

“They are not the Louisiana State Militia!”

Looking at these elite "cavalry" who dismounted to fight, dug trenches, and formed skirmish lines, Leon said seriously: "They are British dragoons. Be careful not to get hit by their guns!"