Chapter 637 The Worst Collaborator (Additional Update for Lin Jia Er Clan Master)
The British were shocked. They didn't expect these niggas to have cannons.
The next moment, a neat line of infantry appeared on the north side of the cotton field - more than 700 soldiers. Except for some mixed-race officers, most of them were black.
Although this group of black soldiers wore different clothes, they all had Charleville 1763 flintlock guns in their hands.
The British army had previously only focused on chasing and defeating the enemy. At this time, there was no formation at all. They could only reluctantly stop and turn to the enemy under the desperate scolding of the officers.
However, Louverture did not give them a chance to organize their formation at all, and he rushed to the front with his sword high. It wasn't until he could clearly see the appearance of the British army in front of him that he shouted the order:
"Stop! Prepare to shoot!"
The officer quickly relayed the order. Less than a minute later, 700 black soldiers raised their flintlock rifles.
"Aim!"
"Shoot!"
A burst of gunpowder smoke rose into the air, and dense bullets flew towards the British soldiers who had not recovered their senses. A dozen of them screamed and fell to the ground.
Subsequently, Louverture's troops quickly reloaded, advanced 20 steps, fired another salvo, then continued to reload and advanced...
By the time Lieutenant Colonel Straw realized something was wrong and mobilized reserves to come for reinforcements, the nine British columns in front of the cotton field had already fled, leaving more than 200 corpses on the ground.
Louverture immediately commanded the infantry line to turn around, and started a face-to-face fight with more than 300 British troops who came for reinforcements.
The quality of the British "lobster soldiers" was obviously much higher than that of the black regiments. The former not only fired faster, but also aimed more accurately. They managed to beat Louverture with less than half the force.
Liddington saw that the arrogant British regular troops were being driven around like mice. Immediately, a surge of heroism surged into his chest, and he waved his riding crop to summon his previously defeated subordinates:
"You have all seen it! Those white people will also be killed by the slaves they oppress!
"You can do it too! Stop running! Rush back with me!
"Today will be the day when you are truly free! You must use the guns in your hands to tell the slave owners that your souls can never be enslaved!"
When the soldiers of the Bahamas Rebel Army heard this, they turned around one after another. Sure enough, they saw the defeated British troops everywhere, running even more embarrassingly than themselves.
Soon hundreds of blacks gathered around Liddington and followed him to support Louverture.
More black soldiers picked up their weapons again and began to hunt down the fleeing British.
Although their legionary combat capabilities are not as good as those of the British army, their muscle strength and endurance are quite good after long-term physical labor, and their number is three times greater than that of the British army.
For a time, groups of black soldiers surrounded the British around the cotton fields. They did not take prisoners at all and just stabbed them with bayonets like crazy.
Louverture was in a stalemate with the British reserves, and four to five hundred black soldiers suddenly rushed out from behind.
He saw the tall officer on the horse leading him, and a smile flashed on his face:
"Lieutenant Colonel Liddington, I thought you wouldn't come back before the battle was over."
As soon as Lidington led his troops to charge forward, before he could fire, the morale of the British army, which was already at a numerical disadvantage, collapsed.
One company commander took the lead and knelt down to surrender, while the other two companies turned and fled.
Louverture asked his men to stop the Bahamian rebels from killing prisoners, and he and Liddington pursued the defeated enemies and entered the city of Nassau.
Early the next morning, the city of Nassau was completely controlled by the Bahamian abolitionist organization. Under the supervision of Louverture, the Parliament began to convene members for meetings.
The Governor of the Bahamas, under the cover of Lieutenant Colonel Straw, escaped to the sea by boat.
In this battle, more than 500 British troops staying in the Bahamas were killed, 220 were captured, and less than 70 people were left beside Straw.
The news quickly spread throughout the Caribbean, and all the people of the "United Front for the Abolition of Slavery" cheered. In particular, the Barbados rebels had high morale. Even though they were frantically surrounded by Brand, they still continued to resist tenaciously. At the same time, more black slaves heard the news, escaped from the plantations, and joined the rebel army.
Outside Bridgetown, the capital of Barbados.
British Provisional Command.
Brand looked at the officers who had lowered their heads and remained silent with a sullen face. After a long time, a lieutenant colonel whispered:
"General, the messenger asking for help from London has already set off. Well, also, we killed more than 70 rebels this morning..."
"What's the use of killing a few niggers?" Brand almost roared, "There will be more popping up on the plantation at any time! Straw, this idiot! The Bahamas has also declared independence! What should we do now, what? Do it?”
A Scottish officer said cautiously: "General, we only need to return to Nassau to make that 'Republic of the Bahamas' disappear immediately."
"No! I will never leave Barbados this time." Brand gritted his teeth. "I want to clean up all the niggas here, and then recruit local people to form a garrison to ensure that the rebellion will not happen again."
"But, General, over there in the Bahamas..."
"I can't control that much anymore!"
The Scottish major stood up again and said to Brand: "General, maybe we can seek help from the French."
"Do you know what you are talking about?"
"Please listen to me, General. Currently, the French Fortress of Imagua in Saint-Domingue is in a stalemate with the rebels. But in fact, the fortress does not need 6,000 soldiers to defend it. If you can persuade them to send half of their troops to Bahamas, at least buy us time.”
"Humph, how can the French help us?"
"The French definitely want to recapture Saint-Domingue. You can promise them that the expeditionary force will help them deal with the niggas there. I believe they will seriously consider it."
Brand narrowed his eyes slightly.
France had been defeated by the black men of Saint-Domingue once before, suffering heavy losses, and the current war situation was still unfavorable. They might really be able to accept this suggestion.
In fact, in history, even though the three countries of Britain, France and Spain were in trouble in Europe, when faced with the black uprising in the Caribbean, they immediately united and strangled the rebels many times.
Just because the interests of the three countries here are the same.
However, Brand did not know that the leader behind the Caribbean abolition movement was France, with whom he was seeking cooperation.
After a moment, he finally nodded and said:
"Okay, you rush to Saint-Domingue immediately and do everything possible to convince the French."
……
USA.
The border between Georgia and South Carolina.
Booker looked at the US military camp in the telescope, his face full of resentment and cruelty.
His rebel army had expanded to nearly 5,000 people, and because they had previously occupied a militia arsenal in Georgia, the soldiers were well equipped.
But in front of him were more than 16,000 American soldiers, 5,000 of whom belonged to the newly formed "American Legion", the most elite standing army in the United States.
(End of chapter)