I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 616 Black Hurricane

The armed merchant ship "Deep Cargo Hold" had its main and secondary sails fully opened, and with the push of the Gulf Current, it sailed for only a week before it saw the coast of Georgia, USA, in the distance.

The Intelligence Bureau contacted the "Special Trade Association" a few days ago, and at this time there was a small smuggling ship waiting near the coast.

In fact, the U.S. Coast Guard had almost no decent ships, but to be on the safe side, the "Deep Cargo Warehouse" waited until dusk and, under the guidance of the smuggling ship, docked near a deserted beach in southeastern Georgia.

Booker and his men immediately moved the weapons, ammunition, food and other items from the merchant ship ashore. Looking up, all they saw was the vast plain buried in the night.

His heart was filled with fear and excitement of surviving the disaster. He immediately took out a wooden totem, placed it on the ground, and knelt down to thank his ancestors for their protection.

After he finished praying, the "British businessman" came up to him cheerfully, handed him a map, and said:
“Great hero, this is Georgia, USA. To the north and west are large cotton plantations, where countless black people are suffering.

"To the south is the Savannah River, and across the river is Indian territory. They also hate white people. If the war situation is not going well, you can cross the river and ask them for help. At least you can use the river to defend against the white army.

"Besides, the dense forest to the west will provide you with cover."

At that time, the United States was limited to the area east of the Missouri River and north of Florida. Even Florida was still a Spanish colony.

There were even several larger Indian tribes active between Florida and the U.S. Territory.

Georgia is adjacent to Florida and the Indian-controlled area, and can quickly retreat into the Atlantic Ocean to the east, making it an excellent "place to start an uprising."

Booker carefully put away the map and was about to say goodbye to his "British friends" when he looked up and suddenly saw the neatly arranged gun compartment of the "Deep Cargo Hold" illuminated by the lights.

He grinned at his "British friends" and without any hesitation ordered his men to remove all the 9-pound and 4-pound guns on the ship.

In fact, the ship was equipped with 18-pound cannons, but they were too heavy, and he had no horses, so he couldn't move them at all.

"Thank you, Mr. Robin," Booker said, making a voodoo prayer gesture. "I will return these things to you tenfold and a hundredfold in the future."

The "British businessman" smiled and waved his hand:
"I did nothing. You may thank the Duke of Leeds. His full name is Francis Godolphin Osborne."

Two days later.

Several mixed-blood reconnaissance teams returned to the woods where Booker's rebels were hiding and reported the situation nearby to Booker.

Booker marked the nearby plantations on the map, discussed with his officers, and finally pointed to the "Al-Plant Estate" in the north.

According to the information brought back by the scouts, there were nearly 200 black slaves there, and no more than 30 white people.

The next morning, the plantation owner Plant and his family were still asleep when they suddenly heard faint gunshots in the distance.

Mrs. Plant gave her husband a nudge:

"Evans, what happened?"

Evans Plant rolled over and muttered:

"It must be the nigger who broke the chain again. Ryan is leading his men in pursuit. I hope Ryan doesn't shoot them all like he did last time..."

However, the gunshots became more and more frequent.

Plant realized something was wrong, opened his eyes suddenly, and grabbed the shotgun beside the bed.

As soon as he and his two sons walked out of the villa, they saw Ryan, the overseer captain with blood all over his face, riding a horse and rushing over, shouting, "Quick! Run! There are too many niggers, and they have guns!"

"Niggers?" Plant waved his shotgun. "How many of them are there?"

"At least 200 people..."

More than ten minutes later, the Plant family fled west on horseback. The town of Merry was 10 miles away.

However, as soon as they ran through the endless cotton fields, they saw more than 20 black men in white military uniforms pointing guns at them.

"No, don't shoot! You can have whatever you want..."

Plant had just finished shouting when the blacks pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Just four hours later, 4 human heads were placed at Booker's feet, and Plant's daughter and two other white overseers were hung on the wooden rack used to torture black slaves next to him.

Around them were more than 300 soldiers from the Booker Movement and nearly 200 black slaves from the plantation. Other soldiers continued to search for any white people who had escaped from the plantation.

Booker listened to the "slap" sound of his men whipping the white people and the screams of the white people, and waved his hands vigorously at the trembling black slaves:
"You are free! The great god Ligeba protects you.

"Now everyone, join me in praying to the gods and ancestors, and then pick up weapons to kill all the damn white people!"

The slaves looked at each other in bewilderment—they could not understand French.

When Booker's men translated, most of the black slaves were so scared that they burst into tears and told Booker that they were dead.

There were also a dozen brave people who squeezed out of the crowd, came behind Booker, and knelt down in front of the totem pole together.

In the following week, Booker's army attacked three plantations in succession, and the team expanded to nearly a thousand people.

In fact, there have been many black slave uprisings in the United States before, but they were basically lacking in organization or the leaders had no command ability, and without exception they were easily suppressed.

This time, the Americans encountered the Booker movement, which had been forged in the blood and fire of Saint-Domingue, and were immediately beaten into a panic.

You know, historically, Booker and his group fought hard with the regular army in Saint-Domingo until the governor mobilized more than 2 soldiers to defeat them.

Because the United States is vast and sparsely populated, and Booker never left anyone alive, it was not until ten days later that the Savannah militia received the news and hastily sent out an army of 400 people to suppress the rebellion.

Based on their previous experience, such a large army was enough to deal with any rebellious black people.

But when they arrived at the town of Merry, which was occupied by rebellious black slaves, they suddenly heard the roar of cannons behind them. Instantly, more than a dozen soldiers were smashed into pieces by 12-pound iron balls and scattered everywhere.

The American soldiers instantly fell into panic, and then thousands of black men holding Brown Bess flintlock rifles pressed towards them from both sides...

Two days later, Savannah Mayor Michael Hayden looked at the urgent military report in his hand, his face pale.

The main force of the city militia has been defeated by the rebellious black slaves, and more than 180 people have died. Currently, the black slaves are approaching Savannah...

While Booker was making great strides, in Saint-Domingue, Brissot was holding a meeting with Auger, Governor Mably and several heavyweight parliamentarians that would affect the entire Caribbean region.

(End of this chapter)