Just as the Portuguese guerrillas rushed into the planting estate of Mosil village, Lieutenant Jacques was already standing in the hilly mountains two kilometers away, holding a monocular telescope in his hand, silently watching what was happening in front of him. Behind him, on the side of the slope of the slaughter field, was a infantry battalion of the North Aragon regiment, with hundreds of soldiers.

When the shouts and pleadings from not far away came to the soldiers' ears, no one stood up and looked out. All officers and soldiers had been informed in advance and had not waited for the command of the superior, no matter what happened or heard, they were not allowed to stand up, no look, no private conversation, and no smoking at night to avoid exposing their targets.

At some point, Major Longo, who had a beautiful beard, walked to Lieutenant Jacques, and pointed to the crime scene with a fire, and asked: "Lieutenant Jacques, the Portuguese have already been dispatched. When will we start the attack?"

As the current leader of the Northern Aragon regiment, Longo is 3 years older than Jacques. He was a native of Northern Aragon, but served in Catalonia and served under General Alvarez de Castro, the former commander of the city defense of Gruna. Last year, when Desai attacked and captured Gruna, Longo and Passel (now in the Intelligence Department of the Military Intelligence Agency) chose to surrender to the French army, and later swore allegiance to the Duke of Desai.

In October 1809, Captain Longo was promoted to major. In March and April this year, around the "Humanitarian Shield" operation, Longo was transferred to the North Aragon area to assist Major Mardan, who surrendered, to form the North Aragon Regiment. One month ago, after the massacre in Montijo Town, Major Mardan was demoted and transferred to the division command post, and actually served as the entourage adjutant of General Desay (secretly demoted and actually promoted), while Major Longo succeeded as the head of the North Aragon Regiment.

Because Major Longo and Major Passel have always had a good personal relationship, they also defected to Duke Hruna. During the expedition to Portugal, many secret operations planned by the Military Intelligence Agency required the participation and cooperation of the main force, the field agents always intend to seek assistance from the North Aragon and the Catalan regiment. In this regard, Major Longo naturally would not mind a good opportunity to make great achievements. Originally, Jacques only needed to dispatch a battalion to cooperate, while Major Longo volunteered to take on the role of the commander of the battalion headquarters.

Therefore, Jacques, who knew the truth, did not intend to hide anything from Major Longo. He waved his hand and smiled, "No rush now. Those who should have survived have successfully hid in the rock fortress, enough to allow them to hold on for a while."

After a while, it seemed that in order to take care of the sentiment of the friendly commander, Jacques immediately pointed out the topic, "Major, I know you have many doubts, even complaints. But I might as well tell you that military operations are only part of the Portuguese war, and more should be considered from a political perspective. After all, our division has only more than 20,000 people, and on the Eastern Front alone, the armed Portuguese army is twice as strong as us, and even more. As for the millions of Portuguese civilians who oppose us. Therefore, it is necessary to encourage blacks, bloody blacks, to stand up and resist the Portuguese, which can give us some political and moral advantage."

After saying that, Lieutenant Jacques put away the monoculars. As the intelligence officer for this military operation, Jacques was also responsible for providing military intelligence, and also served as the temporary staff officer of the Northern Aragon regiment. He had the right to decide whether the regiment would continue to wait or launch an attack immediately. As for the specific combat deployment, that was the job of the regiment leader Major Longo.

Major Longo didn't say anything, but the young adjutant next to him seemed unconvinced and said a little arrogantly: "Our combat power and equipment are far more powerful than the Portuguese and the British!"

Jacques shook his head and explained patiently, "The Duke often mentions that problems that can be resolved politically will never be easily resorted to force. Once force is used, unnecessary casualties must be reduced. Think about it, our black allies do not require military pay, nor do they need to issue pensions after death. They are fighting for themselves and their companions, so there is no moral constraint. As for us, what we have paid is nothing but a document to liberate black slaves, and of course some outdated weapons."

"It seems that less than one-third of the black people entered the villa castle." Longo seemed to disagree with Jacques' statement, because he saw more black people rather hiding in a wooden house and being burned alive than jump out and taking up weapons to resist the Portuguese whites.

The intelligence officer smiled disapprovingly and said, "It's enough! The Duke once said a famous saying that with proper guidance, even a spark can burn the entire grassland. It won't take long to see and understand that hundreds of thousands of black slaves in Portugal will hear and understand that it was the hundreds of black people in this manor who used their own lives and blood to awaken their once numb compatriots."

"But I feel that it's you guys from the Military Intelligence Bureau!" Major Longo felt a lot of complaints in his heart.

The commander was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly he thought of something and stopped. The major asked his adjutant to take out a promotion order from his briefcase and handed it over to Lieutenant Jacques. That was the promotion order that should be a non-commissioned officer.

"Lieutenant, you want something! I really hope that poor guy named Tias can live to see this promotion order!" Major Longo finished speaking sarcastically and turned around and left with his adjutant.

Jacques smiled and took it, nodding to express his gratitude.

Although he put Tias in the siege of guerrillas, Jacques never made any mistakes about the "Lucky Star". As long as the latter survives for a while, he will get the promotion order for the rank of sergeant. Jacques, the intelligence officer with low power, could not sign the promotion order for Tias, but the regiment-level chief officer could, not to mention that Tias was still "affiliated" within the organization of the Northern Aragon Regiment.

In the planting manor in Mosil's village, the offensive and defensive battles of the villa are in full swing.

Facing the fierce attack of white Portuguese people, after witnessing the murder of innocent companions, 200 blacks have abandoned all their fantasies. Under the leadership of Diego and Thias, they are not afraid of sacrifice and calmly respond.

The white men who tried to hit the villa door with their bodies were just doing useless work. There were dozens of huge rocks weighing hundreds of kilograms behind the door, and the weak bodies of ordinary people could not shake them at all. In front of several windows on the first floor, the Portuguese could not open the road to victory with the butt and sabre.

On top of their heads, rows of angry bullets and stones with revenge were pouring down from the windowsill on the second floor and from the roof of the villa, like a storm. Without any aiming, without any hesitation, there were crowds of people downstairs. A bullet could destroy a tyrant's hand, and a stone could break a white man's head.

Because the training time was too short (only a little over a day), more than 20 armed black gunmen could only ensure a speed of two minutes per shot. But after a short 10 minutes, nearly 80 white men fell under the guns of black men, and more people covered their heads that were broken by stones, lying on the ground with blood flowing on their faces and groaning in pain.

"Retreat, all back!" After finding that one side was always passively beaten, several Portuguese officers who saw that the situation was not good, quickly shouted. Due to the inconvenience of movement at night, the Portuguese guerrillas did not carry heavy artillery. After some observation, the officer pulled the crazy soldiers back to their original position. After a call, several horizontal lines were lined up around the villa within 20 meters and began to shoot with the black people hiding in the room, including killing the old men and women who threw stones on the roof.

Once the battle returns to normal conditions, the balance of victory begins to tend to be the superior side of military strength.

Around the villa, the Portuguese fired heavily through strafing guns, causing serious casualties in the defenders in the house. The gunmen who stood on the windowsill on the second floor were reduced by one-third and had to hide under the walls. The elderly and women who threw stones on the roof also avoided it. After many people were shot, their companions slowly slid from the roof slope to the ground before they could pull them.

"Go and cut them to death!" The Portuguese officer waved his hand fiercely. He ordered a row of soldiers behind him to rush forward, wave sabers or stings, and slash each victim's neck.

During the massacre, a white soldier waved his sabre, but unexpectedly stopped. He saw a black woman's necklace hanging around her neck. The soldier stepped forward to confirm that he could add a valuable victory to his pocket. When he leaned down, he didn't have time to touch the gold necklace. The black woman in a coma suddenly opened her eyes. She used all her biggest and last strength in her life to stab a sharp dagger hidden in her hand deeply into the white soldier's chest. Finally, the brave black woman let go of the dagger tightly held in her hands and left this sinful world with a smile...

This tragic scene not only stunned the Portuguese whites, but also saw Lieutenant Jacques far away on the other side. He nodded with satisfaction at the sudden burst of blood from the black man, as if he was appreciating one of his masterpieces. Since the effect has been achieved, there is no need to continue wasting the spark of the black resistance army that he had finally cultivated.

Jacques sent people to bring "suggestions" to Major Longo to siege and annihilate this guerrilla force, but asked at least 50 Portuguese whites to let go of the French army to successfully break out of the French encirclement. There must be news that messengers sent black slaves to the French army and launched a weapon riot, as well as the scene of planting the manor in Mosil's village, to truly pass it to all the white people in other Portugal, so that the lazy and hateful Portuguese citizens even more hated and hated black slaves, torture and persecute black slaves as much as possible, forcing black slaves to stand up and resist in order to survive. Then, hundreds of thousands of black people had to take the initiative to surrender to the Desai Division.

Diego was panting with his back against the wall under the windowsill. His wounded left arm was simply wrapped with a strip of white cloth, and blood continued to seep out. Not far away, Tias also sat on the floor, his eyes staring at the ceiling with his eyes blank. There were loud noises coming from the downstairs. More than 20 white men were holding a thick long log, and were rhythmically using it to hit the door blocked by huge rocks.

At this time, no one dared to stick his head out and use the rifle in his hand to shoot out of the window. Under the villa, the white Portuguese people successfully suppressed the resistance of the rioters with their dense firepower. Once there was any movement on the windowsill on the second floor, dozens of rifles could instantly aim here. Flying bullets hit the walls of the windowsill, leaving small holes and bullet marks everywhere.

The elderly and women on the roof also retreated. They were bandaging the wounds for the injured blacks and collecting the bodies of the victims. To this day, there are only about 120 blacks living in the villa, and many of them are still injured. However, tears and sadness seem redundant, and the only chance of survival is to hope that the French army can arrive before the Portuguese knocked open the door.

"Sergeant, if I die, please continue to search for my wife and children on my behalf and give them freedom!" Diego slowly climbed to Tias and explained his funeral.

"Bao, bah, bah! If you all die, I can't escape!" Tias pointed to his blue military uniform and said indignantly. He realized that talking about life and death was too unlucky, and then comforted him: "Don't worry, Lieutenant Jacques will definitely lead his troops. Although my commander is cunning, he still keeps his word!"

Diego showed his white teeth and tried to laugh at Tias for a few times, then became speechless. He rested on the wall and grabbed the rifle in his arms with both hands. A black man came to report from downstairs, saying that under the continuous impact of logs outside the house, the accumulated stones behind the door had begun to loosen. It would not take long for the door to be completely opened and the white man would rush in.

"Call everyone and immediately pile up a chest wall with stones in the corridor on the second floor. All the brothers with rifles participated in the defense, let the elderly, women and children hide in various rooms and take all the weapons that can kill the Portuguese." After exchanging opinions with Tias, Diego issued the final combat order.

A few minutes later, the chest wall in the corridor on the second floor had not been repaired, but the grape people broke open the door on the first floor in advance, and the piles of stones behind the door were scattered on the ground. When countless white people cheered to the second floor, all the black people were shocked, and they understood that this might be the last moment for them to stay in the world.

Diego had already put life and death aside, and he was still commanding the black people to hide on his chest, urgently load bullets, and make the final desperate battle. Tias, who was beside him, was a little desperate and scolded Chief Jacques in his heart.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel some familiar sound coming from far to near. After listening carefully, it should be the drum beats, the French army's drum beats, the drum beats used for attack! Then, Tias heard the victory sound that the French army liked to shout - "Ula!"

"Ula! Our reinforcements are here!" Tias turned around excitedly and hugged the at a loss of Diago.

The reinforcements of the Northern Aragon regiment arrived in time, just as the Portuguese bumped open the door of the villa. When the Portuguese realized that they were surrounded by French troops, the soldiers who were already in high spirits were frightened and turned around and ran around, no longer caring about the officer's orders, and taking care of the black people in the villa, just for their own life.

For the French army, this was another exciting and expected victory. The Portuguese guerrillas who were running around fell one after another at the guns of the North Aragon soldiers. When they were desperate, many people had to choose to surrender. Only about 50 of the hundreds of guerrillas took advantage of the night to "successfully break out" into the planting manor.

When meeting Lieutenant Jacques, Tias gave up the idea of ​​scolding the chief, which was the former who brought his sergeant promotion order. Diego also made a request to Lieutenant Jacques, hoping to hand over the captured white Portuguese people to the blacks for custody. Jacques agreed without hesitation.

Soon, a new round of revenge for blacks began. Whether men, women, or old men, children surrounded them. They broke the limbs of Portugal's white people with sticks and threw the sinners into the sea of ​​fire that had just burned countless black people...
Chapter completed!