On May 24, 1779, dawn.

75 kilometers west of Le François, an important town on the east coast of Martinique, with a dense forest.

Before the sky was completely bright, Captain John Leshid, the company commander who was invincible, had already been lifted off the quilt by his idiot adjutant and asked to get out of bed in the most dissatisfactory way.

Get up...everyone has it.

Leshid mumbled and got up, and opened his sleepy big eyes and complained about life without any hesitation.

"Olchi, interrupting the lady's sleep at will will only shorten the shelf life of the beauty. If I changed the quality before I sold it... Do you know? You will be buried in the tulip field by your mother, she will not hesitate."

Harry, an adjutant with a poker face, shook his quilt with a slam, without any fluctuation in his voice.

"First, I am your adjutant Harry Sheffield, not the so-called Olch, so your mother should not be able to bury me alive."

"Second, no matter what kind of demon dream you have, you have the handheld, and that one was once called a chastity killer by the Bostonians. So, don't impose your sexual fantasy on me, it will make me disgusted."

The unceremonious cold comment instantly brought Leshid's spirit back to reality.

He first glanced at the collar of the military uniform and confirmed that everything was intact. Then he changed into a killing gaze and looked at his adjutant fiercely.

"Article 4, Article 1 of the Special Military Rules of the Eighth Company, Second Lieutenant."

Harry snapped and stood attentively: "Don't slander the image of the superior in any form, sir!"

"Very good. Remember twenty whips. Please contact Chief Rodney before June 1 to receive punishment. It is not allowed to affect your work."

"Yes, sir!"

I feel so happy...

Refreshingly, Lesheid washed his face and brushed his teeth in the Shise District beside the military tent, took the neat military uniform handed over to Harry, and put it on his body without any harshness.

"time."

“May 24 at 4:27!”

"What was breakfast today? Who's taking the turn in the kitchen?"

“Master Ryan’s turn, breakfast was coffee, and the well-received Ryan sandwich.”

[The well-received Ryan Sandwich] is a special dish of Mianbo Company. Although the name contains the four widely praised characters, no one in the company can love it, and naturally they also include their pampered company commander.

After a while, Chief Sir Ryan, who was wearing a chef's hat and a red military uniform, walked in with a dinner plate.

Leshid swallowed with difficulty and picked up a pile of triangular meat from the plate.

The basic structure is two layers of four-ripe thick beef, coated with butter, with roasted poultry breasts in the middle, and half-burned bacon between the breast and the beef. This is the well-received Ryan sandwich.

"That...has a job today..."

"We are diligent British officers, and we have work every day, sir." The chef retorted with a slight smile.

"But it was particularly early today, and I thought I could just have coffee."

"You're still growing, sir." Ryan showed a sad expression, "You must eat it all unless Ensign Sheffield agrees."

Leshid turned his eyes to Harry, his eyebrows were full of spring, and his eyes were filled with autumn water: "Mr. Harry..."

"Another disgusting worth twenty whips. Now I owe the Chief forty whips." After saying that, Harry left.

...

After the disgusting breakfast, Leshid walked out of the tent with difficulty along his chest.

The morning light was slightly dark, and a magnificent military picture was unveiled in front of him.

His subordinates have long since become different from the past.

After conquering four towns and twenty-two plantations, including land-based fortress Ratrinitai, the company of mixed boys with 200 people and 5 light guns has expanded into a super corps with 120 guns of various types, 3,000 infantry, 600 cavalry, and more than 2,000 auxiliary troops.

His corps has all colors, black is the most, yellow is the second, and white is the least, but it dominates everything in the corps.

In his opinion, although it cannot last, it is undoubtedly a beautiful pyramid before it collapses.

What's more, the more beautiful the flowers, the shorter the flowering period. The failure to last is not the flaw of this pyramid, but it is precisely its most attractive part.

Leshid stomped his feet intoxicatedly, raised his head and swept his three right-hand arms, Adjutant Harry, Chief of Chief Ryan and Chief of Chief Rodney.

"Yesterday I met the Admiral who we wouldn't laugh and the annoying merchant at the agreed place. Unfortunately, the Navy did a great job, killing the defense fleet a week ago, capturing a major general, and driving their flagship."

"This means that the sea obstacles that bombard Le François are gone, and only the twenty-four turrets on land are left. It also means that if the Halloween operation fails again, we will bear all the responsibilities."

"I made a bet with the annoying merchant, and the bet was a box of Pinot Noir, betting that I would first knock on the door of LeFrançois paper so that those turrets would throw a shell at sea."

"It's about face and salary. Gentlemen, if I lose, you will pay for the wine."

Ryan widened his eyes and shivered in anger: "Why!"

Lesid shrugged: "I don't want a bottle of this box of wine, and you will win."

The transaction is completed and the two are coming.

After dealing with his subordinates who were easy to handle, Leshid burped and cursed: "Who is free? Please come here to bring our infantry commander Mr. Sand and the cavalry commander Mr. Rachamont. They are the main force in this battle, so we have to coax it well."

After a while, the tall blacks and the strong Indians came to Leshid together, five steps apart, and bowed together.

"Sir Savior, your faithful servant greets you!"

"How many times have you said that you are friends and leaders. You need to stand up and set an example for your tribe."

Leshid smiled like a spring breeze, but he had no intention of approaching or supporting him.

"And my servant is Lieutenant Sheffield. I don't like you, nor do I like the behavior of getting close to you."

"Uh..." The legendary three-faced faces are confused.

Harry walked up, helped Sand and Rachamont up, and followed Leshid into the military tent.

The entire Martinique military map was spread in the military tent.

Leshid turned around, picked up the baton from the table, and drew a big circle in the middle of the map.

"Friends, your revolution has reached its most important moment."

The uninnovative opening remark, Leshid spoke reserved and passionately. His slightly trembling voice was just right, making the people in the tent feel solemn. Even people like Harry and Ryan could feel the sacredness of worship.

Sand and Rachamon were so excited that they almost bowed again, and they were all determined to restrain themselves before they stood up straight.

"Sir Savior, is it finally our turn to fight?"

"Don't worry, my friend." Leshid gently pointed the map and said softly, "Before you receive the mission, you must understand what you are doing, like real leaders."

"Martinique has three major military rushes, one is the Latrinette we have captured, the other is the Le François we are about to attack, and the heart of the evil rule of the French, Fort France."

"The three major key points have arranged 70% of the French army and all the navy on the island, as well as nearly 50% of the regional MPs, 40% of the chamber of commerce and 60% of the cargo throughput."

"If you own them, you have Martinique. If you own them, you have Martinique."

Leshider paused: "So, what should you do?"

"Fight!" the two leaders yelled in unison.

"Yes, battle. A revolution without bloodshed is not your revolution, and a struggle not carried out by yourself is not your struggle!"

Leshid walked over, walked around them, went to the exit of the military tent, and took a breath of fresh sea breeze.

"Tonight, when the sun sets and night falls, my people will teach you the last lesson, fire."

"200 soldiers are scattered behind 120 guns, and teach you to fire, and then your soldiers will charge, burn, kill, and seize your freedom and independence from the evil Frenchman!"

"And your opponent is just two companies, 300 soldiers and less than 5,000 rabble pioneers, and there are also old men, children and women. Victory is yours."

Sander's nose was spraying heavily, trying to maintain his last sanity: "That... Lord Savior, I heard from the manager of the plantation that Le François is one of Martinique's two naval bases. Although we can deal with the French on land, we are at sea..."

"God sent me to help you." Leshid interrupted Sand and chanted, "The Lord guided me and my companions here to reward your conversion piety. Therefore, we will help you and do our best to help you."

"Do you say?"

"As you think, Le François's navy has been defeated. You just need to destroy the resistance of the army and demolish the forts. The great British Navy will help you defeat the counterattack of those pioneers."

"Then my superiors and I boarded the ship and commanded the invincible maritime force, to help you destroy the last reliance of France, and to hand over a complete Martinique to the hands of you noble and proud free people."

"Really...really?"

"The Lord's believers come to be free, and this is the glory that every British soldier is willing to sacrifice his life and death for."

Leshid stared at Sand and condescendingly.

"Now, tell me, are you willing to bleed for freedom?"

"Wish..." Sand and Rachamont looked at each other, and each saw the firmness in each other's eyes. "For the freedom of the tribe, we will sacrifice our lives and forget our lives for the freedom of our tribe, and we will... be willing to do whatever we want!"
Chapter completed!