In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility. - Chapter 745

St. Augustine, Florida.

Looking down at the land from a high place, there are burned and brutally harvested sugar cane, citrus, and cotton plantations everywhere. This extremely large plantation has already developed into a fully functional town.

Sugar mills, warehouses, pastures, and every plantation building were occupied by black people.

During the process, gunshots were heard constantly, and from time to time black men would drag out corpses and pile them into a ditch aside.

At the entrance and exit of the plantation, the corpses of escaped slaves were hung on the gallows, as well as the black slaves who were inspired by the news of the “Rebel Army” and planned to rise up against their masters. They were replaced by white people who resisted.

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

Lothar and the Texas Wolf Tribe taught a lot of knowledge to the black rebels, but it was impossible to make these people’s ideas enter an equal society. In fact, the vast majority of them had long forgotten Lothar and the others. The advice given is to “expand as quickly as possible and liberate more compatriots.”

Instead, he planned to stay here and make the plantation his home—part of New Africa.

What they usually come into contact with and are exposed to is the plantation economy, which is nothing more than imitating their masters.

Therefore, 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 to resist the white rule.

If they were not restrained by a common leader and could barely maintain the harmony of the various black resistance armies, they themselves might have suffered a bloody blow.

This is very common in Africa. Every time a tribe is conquered, the men and women of the hostile tribe will become slaves. 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 indigenous people.

In the only exquisite building in the town, an Anglican church, the holy cross was stained with blood. Among the corpses scattered everywhere, there was a priest holding his wife and children and crying bitterly.

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

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

“You are a bunch of sinners who deserve to go to hell. You killed my wife and children, killed my neighbors, burned down my house, and now you come to ask me, do I hate you?”

The priest looked crazy and roared: “I can’t wait to eat your flesh, drink your blood, and chew your bones. You damn bandits, unfaithful slaves, and traitorous Judas. God will punish you, and the army of the empire will punish you.” Crush you!”

“Come, kill me, just as you beasts, robbers, and slaves did to them.”

The rebel leader came to the pastor, squatted down, and said in a joking tone: “Mr. Pastor, you once said that God cursed us and made us slaves because we are the descendants of Ham. The ancestors who disrespected their father Noah should be slaves for generations to come.”

“Are we bandits? Maybe now, but are we willing to come to this new land to rob you?”

The black leader suddenly stood up and roughly tore open the clothes he had snatched, revealing his whipped body and the marks on his shoulder blades where he had been pierced by iron hooks: “It was you white people who bought us here! “

“This is the fate you deserve. Now, no one can stop a group of Avengers enslaved by you from carving out a new home for us, New Africa!”

roar!

A group of black rebels shouted one after another. Their expressions were excited and the joy of revenge. The joy of trampling their former superior master under their feet and toying with the master’s wife made them dance unconsciously.

The black leader sneered: “In the past, we were not even qualified to set foot in this church, and we were not even qualified to hold our heads high and walk on the street. Pastor Alvin, your God has never loved us, and we don’t need to Honor Him.”

Seeing that no one responded for a long time, the black leader was not angry. He just smiled and said: “Alvin, as a pastor, don’t you always say that returning to the embrace of God is the gospel of God? Isn’t it right for us to send your wife and children to see God? Is this my repayment for your kindness?”

The priest just held the bodies of his wife and children with a remorseful expression, crying bitterly. He regretted that he had spoken kindly to the escaped slave and saved him from being hanged on the gallows.

The black leader seemed to appreciate the painful look 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 when the time comes.” Go with it.”

Just then.

A sharp buzz suddenly sounded in the rebels’ ears.

Immediately afterwards, there was a huge vibration.

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

The black leader shook his head and could not recover for a long time.

“Enemy attack, enemy attack!”

The sharp shout was like a heavy hammer hitting the black leader’s head. He woke up and roared “prepare for battle” and rushed out of the church with the gun in his hand, which symbolized “freedom” and “grasp your own destiny”.

However, what appeared in front of him was a scene that he would never forget.

I saw steel monsters, rolling black smoke and crushing large tracts of trees, approaching the plantation. Their hideous turrets and dense shooting holes on the armor plates were shining with warm light at the same time.

He was hit in the chest by a special bullet almost as soon as he stepped out of the church door. Half of his torso was torn apart by the powerful bullet, and blood splattered everywhere in a radial shape.

“It’s great! Kill all these rebellious slaves!”

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

The elite imperial soldiers, holding guns, surrounded the plantation in a scattered line.

Once a rebel showed his head, 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 were left.

The soldiers who participated in the battle were in the same mood as Colonel Brown at the moment.

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

A violent fire suddenly appeared in a fortress that originally belonged to the plantation.

Three fixed artillery fired in salvos in the gun position. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, with the poor aiming skills of the black soldiers, one of the shells hit Colonel Brown’s new car directly.

The shells of the old artillery may not be able to do anything to the Land Cruiser, but Colonel Brown, who was standing on it and showing off his power, was afraid that he would be shattered to pieces.

“Be careful!”

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

A golden light flashed, and the shell exploded in the air.

Colonel Brown panted and put his weapon back into the sheath.

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

Do you really think that he can sit on the position of captain of the London just because he has a good father?