Chapter 638 The Wail of the North American Continent (please vote for me at the end of the month)
A black officer in a white uniform looked at Booker's expression, hesitated, and finally said loudly: "Great Hogan, we should avoid these white troops, they are too numerous. Enter South Carolina. Mountains, or retreating to the west is the best option.”
The "Horgan" he is talking about is the great wizard of Voodoo, which is the religious position Booker currently holds.
Booker glanced at him coldly, gave him the telescope in his hand, pointed hard at the US military camp, and gritted his teeth: "I can't leave them behind."
The officer did not comply. He knew that there were more than 200 black people hanging in the plantations where white people were stationed - he had seen it from a closer distance when he led a reconnaissance team yesterday.
Those black people were probably preparing to defect to the Booker movement, but they were captured before they left the South Carolina area. Then the US military tied their wrists and hung them from tree branches.
These people had been hanging for three days. At least one third of them were dead, but hundreds of others were still struggling in pain.
The white men deliberately hung them in front of the camp so that they could be easily seen from their side.
Booker walked around anxiously, suddenly turned around and grabbed the officer's collar: "I have been hung like that before, and I know how painful it is! I swore to the spirit of nature that I would make all black people No more torture. Kill all the white people who torture us.
"The spirit of nature saved me and I did not die. Now, I must save them too!"
The surrounding black soldiers immediately roared: "Kill all the white people!"
"Save the victim!"
Booker looked around with satisfaction at the soldiers around him and said loudly: "The ancestors will protect us! The spirits of nature will guide us!"
The soldiers fell to the ground in obeisance and repeated his prayers.
Booker let go of the officer and said in a deep voice: "Anson, I will lead people to attack from the south side. You take advantage of the chaos to sneak into the plantation to rescue people. Then, we will retreat to the mountains to the north."
Anson glanced in the direction of the American camp and finally nodded calmly: "Yes, the great Hogan."
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Booker led 2,600 soldiers and circled the right flank of the American army.
Many of his team also carried machetes - it wasn't that they didn't have flintlock guns, but they didn't know how to use them. Half a month ago, they were growing cotton under the whip of the plantation owners, but now they resolutely launched an attack on the slave owners for the freedom of themselves and their compatriots.
Brigadier General Anthony Wayne, the commander-in-chief of the "American Legion", quickly received the report from the cavalry, but with a smile on his face, he turned around and issued a series of orders to several officers.
Before Booker's attack even started, he was met with a head-on sniper attack by the elite First Infantry Regiment of the U.S. Army and three militia regiments.
Booker chanted voodoo prayers and fought with the Americans like a wild beast.
But before long, American cavalry appeared behind him.
Anson heard gunshots from the north and immediately rushed to the plantations near the border with more than 1,500 soldiers.
Just when he could already see the faces of the hung black slaves, intensive gunfire suddenly erupted from all around.
The slaves who had been hung for three days ended their pain instantly and were beaten to a bloody pulp.
At the same time, six to seven thousand American troops gathered from all directions to the beat of drums.
The battle continued until dusk, and Anson's men were wiped out. None of these black soldiers surrendered. Despite the huge disparity between the enemy and ourselves, they still desperately took away the lives of more than 300 American soldiers.
And Booker's side was also extremely tragic.
The veterans he brought from Santo Domingo bravely stopped the American cavalry and even captured many horses.
In the end, under their cover, Booker led the remaining 500 people to break out of the siege of the US military.
The remnants of Booker's troops joined the 800 soldiers responsible for the response. After learning that Anson had been killed in the battle, they had no choice but to flee westward. With the Americans in hot pursuit, Booker followed the previous instructions of "the Duke of Leeds' men" and crossed the Savannah River on the southwest side of Georgia and entered the territory of the Altamaho Indian tribe.
Early the next morning, Booker met the envoy of Oltamaho chief Opemike Hoboeser.
After the latter learned that Booker was at war with the Americans, they immediately entertained them very warmly. Not only did they send food and tents, but they also sent tribal warriors to patrol along the Savannah River to prevent sudden attacks by the Americans.
Another day later, in the rebel camp.
Booker kicked a black soldier who was groaning because of his injuries and shouted: "Be quiet, you useless guy!"
The surrounding moans suddenly became much quieter.
Then, Booker saw the wound on the soldier's abdomen, frowned immediately, and made a "cut" gesture to the guard behind him.
The guard immediately pulled out his dagger and stabbed the wounded soldier in the chest. The latter struggled for a moment and soon became silent.
Booker walked among the soldiers, executing thirty or forty wounded soldiers without hesitation along the way - with the injuries of these people, they would only live for three to five days at most, but they would become a burden to the army.
Just then, a black officer came with two Indians.
The Indian wearing a red feather on his head politely saluted Booker and said, "Sir Commander, the Chief has prepared a banquet for you. I hope you can come to attend."
Booker is very smart and can roughly understand English during his time in the United States. He bowed and returned the greeting: "Thank you Chief Hobo Asser, I will definitely come to the banquet."
Not long after, Booker, with more than a dozen officers, and a small group of Indians, rode towards the chief's settlement.
After walking for more than an hour, Booker suddenly saw a group of strong creatures with double horns grazing leisurely on the hills in the distance.
"What is that?"
An Indian said casually: "It's a bison, Commander."
Booker was immediately attracted by the animal's sense of freedom and tranquility. On a whim, he tucked his horse's belly under his arm and ran towards the bison, wanting to see them up close.
When the cattle saw someone approaching, they immediately turned around and ran away.
Booker followed behind and climbed over the top of the hill. He was about to watch the cattle from a high position, but he was suddenly stunned - the other side of the mountain turned out to be an endless cotton field.
He hurriedly took off the telescope from the saddle and looked around, and saw countless black slaves bending down to sow cotton, and beside them stood dozens of fierce-looking Indians waving whips...
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Along the Savannah River.
Several American officers walked side by side. One of them, a middle-aged man with the rank of colonel, looked across the river and frowned:
"General Wayne, I can't believe we have to cooperate with those lowly Indians."
Brigadier General Wayne smiled: "If it can solve the nigger riot, why not?"
"To be honest, I hate those savage guys, they killed a lot of us."
"That's right." Wayne nodded, "So after cooperation, you can definitely do what you want to do."
(End of chapter)