I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 638: The Wail of North America (asking for monthly votes at the end of the month)
A black officer in a white uniform looked at Booker's expression, hesitated for a moment, and finally said loudly: "Great Hougan, we should avoid these white troops. There are too many of them. Entering the South Carolina Mountains or retreating westward is the best option."

The "Hougen" he was referring to is the great wizard of Voodoo, which is the religious position that Booker holds now.

Booker glanced at him coldly, handed him the telescope, pointed at the American camp, and said through gritted teeth: "I can't abandon them."

The officer did not do so. He knew that there were more than 200 blacks hanging on the plantations where the whites were stationed - he had seen them at a closer distance when he led the reconnaissance yesterday.

Those blacks were supposed to be planning to join the Booker movement, but they were captured before they left South Carolina. The U.S. military then tied their wrists and hung them on tree branches.

These people had been hung for three days, and at least one third of them were dead, but hundreds were still struggling in pain.

The white people deliberately hung them in front of the camp so that they could easily see them.

Booker paced back and forth anxiously, then suddenly turned around and grabbed the officer by the collar: "I have been hung like that before, and I know how painful it is! I swore to the spirits of nature that all black people would never suffer such torture again, and I would kill all the white people who tortured us.

"The spirits of nature saved me, and I didn't die. Now, I must save them too!"

The surrounding black soldiers immediately followed suit and roared: "Kill all the white people!"

"Save the victims!"

Booker looked around at the soldiers with satisfaction and said loudly: "The ancestors will protect us! The spirits of nature will guide us!"

The soldiers prostrated themselves on the ground and repeated his prayers.

Booker let go of the officer and said in a deep voice, "Anson, I will lead the men to attack from the south. You take advantage of the chaos to sneak into the plantation to rescue people. Then, we will retreat to the mountains in the north."

Anson glanced in the direction of the American camp and finally nodded calmly: "Yes, the great Hougen."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Booker led 2 soldiers and went around the right wing of the US army.

Many of his team still held machetes - not because they didn't have flintlocks, but because they didn't know how to use them. Half a month ago, they were still planting 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, commander-in-chief of the "American Legion", quickly received the cavalry's report. A smile appeared on his face. He turned around and issued a series of orders to several officers.

Before Booker's attack was launched, he was sniped head-on by the elite First Infantry Corps of the US Army, which cooperated with three militia regiments.

Booker shouted voodoo prayers and fought the Americans like a wild beast.

But it wasn't long before American cavalry appeared behind him.

Anson heard the gunshots from the north and immediately rushed to the plantation near the border with more than 1 soldiers.

Just as he could see the faces of the hanged black slaves, intensive gunfire suddenly broke out all around him.

The slaves who had been hung for three days ended their suffering in an instant and were beaten to a bloody pulp.

At the same time, as many as six or seven thousand American troops gathered from all directions to the beat of drums.

The battle lasted until dusk, and Anson's men were completely wiped out. None of these black soldiers surrendered, and despite the huge disparity between the enemy and us, they still fought to the death and took the lives of more than 300 American soldiers.

The situation on Booker's side was equally tragic.

The veterans he brought with him from Saint-Domingo bravely stopped the American cavalry and even seized a number of war horses.

Finally, under their cover, Booker broke out of the encirclement of the US military with the remaining 500 people.

The remnants of Booker's army joined the 800 soldiers who were responsible for the support. After learning that Anson had been killed in the battle, they had no choice but to flee westward. The Americans behind him were chasing him closely. According to the previous instructions of "the Duke of Leeds' men", Booker waded across the Savannah River in southwest Georgia and entered the territory of the Altamaho Indian tribe.

The next morning, Booker met with the messenger of Chief Opaimik Hopoaise of the Altamaho tribe.

When the latter learned that Booker was fighting the Americans, they immediately entertained them warmly. Not only did they send food and tents, they also sent tribal warriors to patrol along the Savannah River to prevent sudden attacks by the Americans.

Another day passed, in the rebel camp.

Booker kicked a black soldier who was groaning from injury and shouted, "Be quiet, you useless guy!"

The moans around suddenly became much quieter.

Then Booker saw the wound on the soldier's abdomen, frowned, and made a "cut" gesture to the guard behind him.

The guard immediately drew out his dagger and stabbed the wounded soldier in the chest. The latter struggled for a moment, but soon became motionless.

Booker walked among the soldiers, executing thirty or forty wounded soldiers without hesitation along the way - with their injuries, they would only live for another three to five days at most, but would become a burden to the army.

At this moment, a black officer came with two Indians.

The Indian with the red feather on his head politely saluted Booker on his chest and said, "Commander, the chief has prepared a banquet for you. I hope you can come and attend."

Booker was very smart. He could roughly understand English during his time in the United States. He immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Chief Hopoaiser. I will definitely attend the banquet."

Soon, Booker, with more than a dozen officers and a small group of Indians, rode to the chief's settlement.

After walking for more than an hour, Booker suddenly saw a group of sturdy creatures with double horns on their heads leisurely eating grass on the distant hills.

"what is that?"

An Indian said casually, "It's a buffalo, commander."

Booker was immediately attracted by the free and tranquil feeling of the animals. On a whim, he kicked his horse's belly 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 chased after them, all the way over the top of the hill. Just as he was about to look down at the cattle, he was suddenly stunned - on the other side of the mountain was an endless cotton field.

He quickly took the telescope from the saddle and looked around. He saw countless black slaves bending over to sow cotton, and next to them stood dozens of fierce-looking Indians wielding whips...

Savannah River.

Several American officers rode side by side. One of them, a middle-aged colonel, looked across the river and frowned.

"General Wayne, I can't believe we have to work with those lowly Indians."

Brigadier General Wayne smiled and said, "If it can solve the nigger riots, why not?"

"To be honest, I hate those barbaric guys. They killed many of us."

"That's right." Wayne nodded, "So after the cooperation, you can do whatever you want."

(End of this chapter)