I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 637 The Worst Collaborator (Additional chapter for Lin Jiaer’s Hall Master)
The British were shocked. They never expected that these black people had cannons.

The next moment, a neat line of infantry appeared on the north side of the cotton field - there were more than 700 soldiers, and except for some mixed-race officers, most of them were black.

Although this team of black soldiers were dressed differently, they all held the same Charleville 1763 model flintlock rifles.

The British army had been busy chasing the defeated enemy and had no formation at all. They could only stop and turn to face the enemy under the desperate shouting and scolding of their officers.

However, Louverture did not give them a chance to form a formation, and rushed to the front with his sword raised high. He did not shout until he could see the appearance of the British soldiers in front of him:

"Stop! Get ready to shoot!"

The officer quickly passed the order down, and less than a minute later, 700 black soldiers raised their flintlocks.

"aim!"

"shooting!"

A cloud of gunpowder smoke rolled up into the air, and dense bullets flew towards the British soldiers who had not yet recovered. Immediately, more than a dozen people screamed and fell to the ground.

Then, Louverture's troops quickly reloaded, advanced 20 steps, fired another volley, and then continued to reload and advance...

By the time Lieutenant Colonel Straw realized something was wrong and mobilized the reserve troops to reinforce, the nine British columns in front of the cotton field had already fled in all directions, leaving more than 9 bodies on the ground.

Louverture then commanded the infantry line to turn and engaged in a face-to-face battle with more than 300 British reinforcements.

The quality of the British "lobster soldiers" was obviously far superior to that of the black legion. Not only did the former shoot faster, but they also aimed more accurately. They were able to fight on par with Louverture with less than half of their strength.

Seeing that the once arrogant British regular army was being chased around like rats, Lidington immediately felt a surge of pride in his heart, and waved his whip to summon his previously defeated subordinates:

“You all saw it! Those white people will also be killed by the slaves they oppressed!
"You can do it too! Don't run away! Follow me back!

“Today will be the day you will truly gain freedom! You must use the guns in your hands to tell those slave owners that your souls will never be enslaved!”

Upon hearing this, the Bahamian rebel soldiers turned around and saw British soldiers fleeing everywhere, running even more miserably than themselves.

Soon hundreds of blacks gathered around Lidington and followed him to support Louverture.

More black soldiers picked up their weapons and began to chase the fleeing British.

Although their legion's combat capability was not as good as that of the British Army, their muscle strength and endurance were quite good due to long-term physical labor, and their number was three times that of the British Army.

For a moment, groups of black soldiers surrounded the British around the cotton fields. They did not take prisoners at all, but stabbed them with bayonets like crazy.

While Louverture was in a stalemate with the British reserve troops, four or five hundred black soldiers suddenly rushed out from the side and rear.

He saw the tall officer on horseback leading the way, and a smile flashed across his face:

"Lieutenant Colonel Lidington, I thought you wouldn't be back until the battle was over."

As soon as Lidington led his troops forward, before they had time to open fire, the morale of the British army, which was already outnumbered, collapsed.

A company commander took the lead in kneeling down and surrendering, while the other two companies turned around and fled.

Louverture ordered his men to stop the Bahamian rebels from killing prisoners, while he and Lidington chased the defeated enemy and entered the city of Nassau.

The next morning, the city of Nassau was completely controlled by the Bahamian Abolitionist Organization, and the parliament began to convene members of parliament under the supervision of Louverture.

The Governor of the Bahamas, Frederick Essex, fled to the sea by boat under the cover of Lieutenant Colonel Straw.

In this battle, more than 500 British soldiers left in the Bahamas were killed, 220 were captured, and only less than 70 people were left by Straw.

The news quickly spread throughout the Caribbean, and all the people in the "United Front for Abolition of Slavery" cheered. Especially the rebels in Barbados, their morale was high. Even though they were surrounded and killed by Brand, they still stubbornly continued to resist. At the same time, more black slaves heard the news, escaped from the plantation, and joined the rebels.

Outside Bridgetown, the capital of Barbados.

British temporary headquarters.

Brand looked gloomily at the officers who bowed their heads and kept silent. After a long while, a lieutenant colonel whispered:

"General, the messenger to London for help has already set out. Well, and we killed more than 70 insurgents this morning..."

"What's the point of killing a few niggers?" Brand almost roared, "More will pop up on the plantation at any time! Straw is a fool! The Bahamas has also declared independence! What should we do now? What should we do?!"

A Scottish officer said cautiously: "General, we only need to return to Nassau and we can immediately make that 'Republic of the Bahamas' disappear."

"No! I will never leave Barbados this time." Brand gritted his teeth and said, "I will clean out all the black people here, and then recruit local people to form a garrison to ensure that the rebellion will not happen again."

"But, General, in the Bahamas..."

"I can't control that much anymore!"

The Scottish major stood up again and said to Brand: "General, perhaps we can seek help from the French."

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Please listen to me, General. Currently, the French Imagua Fortress in Saint-Domingo is in a stalemate with the rebels. But in fact, the fortress does not need 6 soldiers to defend it. If you can convince them to send half of their troops to the Bahamas, it can at least buy us some time."

"Humph, how can the French help us?"

"The French must also want to retake Saint-Domingue. You can promise them that the expeditionary force will help them get rid of the niggers there. I believe they will seriously consider it."

Brand narrowed his eyes slightly.

France had been defeated once before by the blacks of Saint Domingo and suffered heavy losses. The current situation is still unfavorable, so they might really accept this suggestion.

In fact, in history, even though Britain, France and Spain fought each other 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 consistent.

However, Brand did not know that the mastermind behind this Caribbean abolition movement was France, with whom he was seeking cooperation.

After a moment, he finally nodded and said:

"Well, you will go to Saint-Domingue immediately and do everything you can to convince the French."

……

United States.

The border between Georgia and South Carolina.

Booker looked at the American military camp through the telescope, his face full of resentment and cruelty.

His rebel army had expanded to nearly 5 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 1 American soldiers, and 6 of them belonged to the newly formed "American Legion", which is the most elite standing army of the United States.

(End of this chapter)