I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 639 Betrayal and Being Betrayed
Booker came down the hill with a murderous look on his face, his right hand behind his back.

When he was about ten steps away from the Indians, he suddenly pulled out his pistol, shot the man with the red feather in his head, and then shouted to his officers:
"Kill them, quickly!"

Although the Indians were also quite fierce, they were no match for the black officers who had just experienced battlefield fighting, and half of them were killed almost instantly.

The remaining six or seven people held on for a few more minutes before they all turned into corpses.

Booker met his men's puzzled gazes, pointed to the other side of the mountain, and said in a cold voice:
"These damned Indians are as damned as the white devils!"

In fact, these Indian tribes bordering the United States had already begun to learn "civilization" and "enlightenment" from Westerners - they learned to ride horses, learned to use muskets, and even learned from Americans to set up parliaments among tribes.

At the same time, they also learned to own slaves.

Americans killed and enslaved them, and they did the same to enslave black people.

The Indians soon discovered the huge profits of the plantations, and used the money they earned to buy more black slaves and weapons, and more and more chiefs participated in slavery.

Especially in the southeastern United States, Indian tribes adjacent to the United States built more than a dozen European-style towns and opened up a large number of cotton plantations.

The Altamaho tribe is the closest Indian tribe to the United States.

Suddenly, gunshots were heard faintly in the distance.

Booker's pupils shrank immediately, he turned his horse's head, whipped the horse hard, and shouted urgently:
"Oh no, come back with me!"

On the east side of Booker's army's camp, along the Savannah River, seven or eight thousand American soldiers suddenly appeared.

Yes, the Indians did not help the blacks patrol at all. Instead, they negotiated the price with Brigadier General Wayne overnight, and then used the tribe’s boats to transport the American troops across the river.

Booker was invited by Chief Hopoaiser to the banquet and brought most of the senior officers to the banquet. The highest rank in the army was only a captain.

The poor captain had no ability to deal with this situation, so he immediately ordered the entire army to retreat westward and try to retreat into the Indian tribe.

But soon, they discovered that nearly two thousand Indian warriors had gathered on the hills on the west side, and they raised their guns and shot at them as soon as they saw them.

On the Savannah River, an American officer saw the black rebels fleeing through a telescope and immediately said to Brigadier General Wayne beside him:
"General, those niggers are done for. Please let me lead the cavalry in pursuit!"

"No, we can't let the American soldiers bleed." Wayne waved his hand calmly, "Just control the two wings and don't let the niggers run away. Let's just watch the show here."

Driven by the Americans, Booker's rebels soon fought with the people of the Altamaho tribe.

However, the black soldiers had just suffered a devastating defeat a few days before, and lacked officer command. They had almost no fighting will and collapsed at the slightest provocation.

However, in the melee, there were always some people who fought desperately, so many Indians also died.

After more than an hour of fighting, most of the 1200 black insurgents were killed, and the remaining three or four hundred people knelt on the ground trembling.

The commander of the Ortamaho tribe, the eldest son of Chief Hopoaise, looked around the battlefield, wiped the blood off his face, slapped his chest, and shouted:

"Oh, woo, woo—"

The other Indian soldiers also shouted:
"Oh, woo, woo—"

Three miles away, Brigadier General Wayne heard the shout and smiled at the officer beside him:
"Look, isn't the nigger solved? It only takes $3. Colonel Arlette, I'll deal with the savages, and you proceed according to the plan."

"Yes, General!" Brigadier General Wayne came to the battlefield, glanced at the bodies lying in all directions, and then nodded to Chief Hopoaiser's eldest son and said, "You did a great job, just as brave as your father.

"Oh, the muskets and clothes are in the back, please send someone to move them.

"Now, let us return to the tribe and celebrate this great victory together."

"I'm glad to cooperate with you." The Indian was obviously quite proud. "According to the agreement, all living black people will belong to our tribe."

"Dead men don't need no niggers."

As soon as Wayne finished speaking, a dozen guards behind him raised their guns at the same time and shot at the Indians opposite who had looks of surprise on their faces.

The chief's eldest son fell off his horse, his head smashed like a watermelon, only half of it left, red and white blood spilled all over the ground.

The gunshots were like a signal. The 5 American soldiers who had already surrounded the area immediately moved in to surround the center. The Indians were still happily picking up weapons from the battlefield or tying up and driving away the blacks. They didn't understand what was happening for a while and were stunned.

However, the Americans' muskets did not hesitate at all. Under the command of the officers, they fired in succession, tearing the Indians and surrendering blacks to pieces.

On the other side, in the settlement of the Ortamaho tribe, Colonel Arlette commanded two infantry battalions to be deployed on the main roads in and out, and then began to fire artillery at the tribe.

The warriors of the Altamaho tribe were basically sent out to ambush the Booker rebels, and were preparing to celebrate. After being suddenly attacked, the remaining hundred or so young men rushed towards the cannons outside with red eyes.

Awaiting them was a volley of Brown Bess flintlock fire.

Only when there was no more Indian counterattack did Arlette order his soldiers to break into the tribe and take away all men, women, young and old as prisoners.

Three days later, the front pages of newspapers such as the United States Gazette and the American News were all: "General Wayne quells slave rebellion and recovers 70 square miles of land in Georgia."

On the plantation of the Altamaho tribe, Booker and his officers killed more than 30 Indian overseers and led more than 130 blacks who were willing to follow him into the dense forests of Upper Georgia.

……

France.

Paris.

Joseph received the news from North America and the Caribbean while on his way to Brittany to attend the maiden voyage ceremony of the "Light of the Mediterranean".

At this time, more than 50 days had passed since the Booker Uprising was suppressed.

He looked at the report in his hand and couldn't help but frowning slightly.

He didn't expect that the Booker Movement, which he had high hopes for, would be resolved by the Americans in such a shameless manner.

The damage suffered by the United States in this incident was not great, and it seems that there is no hope of triggering the Civil War prematurely for the time being.

Joseph couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He knew that he would have to use other methods to continue weakening this ambitious and potential country on the other side of the ocean.

Fortunately, Brissot's side was going well - now, except for Jamaica, the entire Caribbean region has declared independence one after another, and the black liberation movement has become unstoppable.

(End of this chapter)