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Chapter 742: The Disaster of the Plantation

Chapter 742: The Disaster of the Plantation

St. Augustine, Florida.

Looking down at the earth from a high place, one can see burned and brutally harvested sugarcane, citrus, and cotton plantations everywhere. This vast plantation has long since developed into a fully functional town.

Sugar mills, warehouses, ranches, and plantation buildings were occupied by blacks.

During the process, the sound of gunfire continued, and from time to time black people dragged out corpses and piled them in the trench nearby.

At the entrance of the plantation, there stood a gallows with the bodies of escaped slaves hanging on it. The black slaves who were inspired by the news of the "rebels" and planned to rise up against their masters were replaced by rebellious white people.

The white people who were brutally executed only accounted for one-third of the town’s residents. More were tied up with ropes and driven into cages, becoming white slaves, which were common in the Middle Ages but are now very rare.

Losa and the Texas Wolves imparted a lot of knowledge to the black rebels, but it was impossible to make these people's ideas quickly enter an equal society. In fact, most of them had long forgotten the advice given by Losa and others to "expand as quickly as possible and liberate more compatriots."

Instead, they planned to stay here and make the plantation their home - part of New Africa.

What they usually come into contact with and are exposed to is the plantation economy, and they simply learn to do things like their masters.

So after venting their hatred and desire for destruction, they did not kill all the white people. Not only the white slaves would become slaves, but also the black slaves who were loyal to their old masters and unwilling to take up arms against the white rule would become slaves.

If it weren't for the common leader who restrained and barely maintained harmony among the various black rebel groups, they might have fought each other to the point of bloodshed.

This is very common in Africa. Every time a tribe is conquered, men and women from the hostile tribe will be enslaved. This is their way of survival. In the early years, the most economical way for Europeans to buy black slaves was to buy them from the natives.

In the only exquisite building in the town - an Anglican church, the sacred cross was stained with blood. Among the corpses lying all over the place, a pastor was crying bitterly while holding his wife and children.

The leader of the rebels looked at the sacred murals on the wall with great interest. The portrait of the Virgin Mary was very delicate, holding Jesus Christ in her arms with a reassuring and loving expression on her face. Unfortunately, this love had never belonged to them, the slaves.

Looking back at the pastor, a sick smile appeared on his dark face: "Mr. Pastor, do you hate me very much?"

"You are a bunch of sinners who deserve to go to hell. You killed my wife and children, killed my neighbors, and burned my house. Now you ask me if I hate you?"

The priest looked crazy and roared: "I wish I could eat your flesh, drink your blood, and chew your bones. You damned bandits, unfaithful slaves, and traitorous Judas! God will punish you, and the empire's army will crush you!"

"Come, kill me, as you beasts, robbers, and slaves have done to them."

The leader of the rebels came to the pastor, squatted down, and said in a joking tone: "Pastor, you once said that God cursed us and made us slaves because we are descendants of Ham. Because our ancestors were disrespectful to their father Noah, they should be slaves for generations."

"Are we robbers? Perhaps now, but did we voluntarily come to this new land to rob you?"

The black leader stood up suddenly and roughly tore off the clothes he had robbed, revealing his whipped body and the marks of iron hooks piercing his shoulder blades: "It was you white people who bought us here!"

"This is what you deserve. Now, no one can stop a group of Avengers enslaved by you from opening up a new home here, New Africa!"

Roar!

A group of black rebels shouted one after another. They were excited. The joy of revenge, the pleasure of trampling on their once high and mighty master and playing with their master's wife made them dance unconsciously.

The black leader sneered: "In the past, we didn't even have the qualifications to set foot in this church, and we didn't even have the qualifications to hold our heads high and walk on the street. Pastor Alvin, your God has never loved us, and we don't need to respect Him."

Seeing that no one responded for a long time, the black leader was not angry, but just smiled and said: "Alvin, as a pastor, don't you always say that returning to the embrace of God is God's gospel? We send your wife and children to see God. Isn't this my repayment for your kindness in the past?"

The pastor just held the bodies of his wife and children with a regretful look and cried bitterly. He regretted very much that he had spoken well of the fugitive slave and saved him from being hanged on the gallows.

The black leader seemed to appreciate the painful expression on his face and showed a slightly ferocious smile: "Lock him up with those white slaves. Aren't those white people's artillery powerful? Let them go to the front to bear the brunt of the situation."

at this time.

A sharp buzzing sound suddenly rang in the rebels' ears.

Immediately afterwards, there was a huge bang.

The terrifying shock wave caused the rebels in the church to stagger all over.

The black leader shook his head and was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The sharp shout was like a sledgehammer hitting the black leader's head. He finally came to his senses, roared "Prepare for battle", and rushed out of the church, clutching the gun in his hand that symbolized "freedom" and "grasp your own destiny".

However, what appeared before him was a scene that he would never forget.

All I saw were steel monsters, emitting billowing black smoke and crushing large tracts of forest, approaching the plantation. Their ferocious turrets and dense firing holes on the armored plates all emitted warm light at the same time.

Almost as he stepped out of the church door, he was hit in the chest by a special bullet. Half of his torso was torn apart by the high-powered bullet, and blood splattered radially everywhere.

"What a pleasure! Kill all these rebellious slaves!"

Standing on the top of the Land Cruiser, Colonel Brown, holding a magic communicator in his hand, gave orders loudly.

The elite imperial soldiers, armed with guns, surrounded the plantation in a skirmish line.

As soon as a rebel showed up, he was immediately hit by several bullets. In just a moment, the resistance of thousands of rebels in the plantation was suppressed to the point where only a few scattered gunshots remained.

The soldiers who participated in the battle felt similar to Colonel Brown at this moment.

The frustration of being fooled by the dragon and having half of the airship fleet destroyed was mostly vented - this is the normal rhythm, the army of the British Empire should be invincible.

A violent fire suddenly broke out in a fortress that was originally a plantation.

Three fixed artillery pieces opened fire in unison from their gun positions. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, given the poor aiming skills of the black soldiers, one of the shells actually hit Colonel Brown's new vehicle straight.

The shells from that old-fashioned artillery might not be able to do anything to the Land Cruiser, but Colonel Brown, who was standing on it in a domineering manner, would probably be smashed to pieces.

"careful!"

Before the soldiers behind him could warn him, Colonel Brown drew his command knife from its sheath and chopped it down fiercely.

There was a flash of golden light, and the shell exploded in mid-air.

Colonel Brown gasped and sheathed his weapon.

He dared to stand on the landspeeder and show off his power instead of hiding behind the landspeeder with those soldiers and lower-level officers. Naturally, he had some capital.

Do you really think that he was able to become the captain of the London just because he has a good father?