From Evora to Neomontmore, the French army marched about 20 kilometers. Along the way, it seems to be surrounded by a strong medieval historical atmosphere, with bead chains dotted almost every two kilometers, with great momentum. But to this day, these ancient castles left over hundreds of years ago have basically become ruins and become a raw material for creating a decadent atmosphere.

On the top of the mountain in Neo Montemore, there is also a ruin of an ancient castle, which is unknown and has long been forgotten. Even the small town under the ruined castle has become one of the places where Portugal is often passed by but rarely known.

Just two days before Evora announced his surrender, Desnuet and his cavalry brigade, as the vanguard of the Desay Division, were ordered to move westward and towards Lisbon. Without any effort, the knights easily occupied the town of New Montemore under the mountains and drove some of the armed townsmen who dared to resist to the abandoned castle on the top of the mountain.

The road leading to the abandoned castle was high and narrow, and the terrain was steep, so it was not suitable for cavalry combat. In order to avoid unnecessary losses, General Desnuet immediately ordered the blockade of the ruins on the top of the mountain to connect the exits of the roads at the foot of the mountain. In addition, the cavalry general asked the black guerrillas who were following the French army to attack the hard-to-killing hard bone.

As a result, Desnuet's surprise, the black commander Diego mobilized 1,000 armed blacks to go up the mountain to siege the ruins of the castle, which was guarded by only 200 people, but it was never able to capture it. Until noon, Diego launched six attacks, all of which were beaten back by the townsmen who were at an absolute disadvantage. He also left more than a hundred companions' bodies in front of the enemy's positions in a mess.

On the roof of the church at the foot of the mountain, Desnuet put down his telescope in disappointment and asked Lieutenant Joseph Jacques beside him: "Tsk tsk, Jacques, is this the nigger soldier you trained with your own hands?" If the commander of the cavalry brigade learned that the lucky lieutenant of the Military Intelligence Bureau had been promoted to the intelligence officer of Duke Hruna, perhaps Desnuet's words would be more than ten times more unpleasant.

Lieutenant Jacques had long been accustomed to the ridicule of others. He said self-deprecatingly: "In fact, General, what you see is not the worst. Two weeks ago, the thousands of black men who had just been liberated were frightened by a Portuguese guerrilla team of less than 100 people, and the latter was a scattered warrior who was defeated by your cavalry brigade."

Desnuet felt a little strange, "Then why do you insist on arming these useless burdens?"

Jacques pointed to the top of the mountain and smiled: "Look, the blacks have made a lot of progress now. At least after a series of failures, they can still maintain a good offensive posture. According to the Duke, we do not have the time and energy to train slave-born blacks in regular military camps into murderous machines that firmly obey the commands of the superiors, and are cruel and brave, and invincible to the enemy. But we can use the cruel battlefield training methods to survive the fittest in the battle, and make them veterans who have experienced many battles. Of course, the current elimination speed is far from enough, so I need to borrow a cavalry squadron to serve as the supervising officer, and there are 2 4-pound cavalry cannons."

Desnuete agreed that he asked his adjutant to cooperate with Lieutenant Jacques' actions.

One hour later, Jacques led a team of soldiers to the top of the mountain. After explaining his purpose, he ignored Diego's firm opposition and asked all the black soldiers to line up into two rows. In the middle open space, 300 defeated soldiers who had just retreated from the battlefield were left. Behind these people was a row of French soldiers' commanders.

Jacques did not waste much slap and immediately announced that he would impose the most severe "tith killing method" on the defeated soldiers who retreated from the battlefield without orders. This was also the daunting cruel military law in the Roman legion in the ancient Roman era.

In full view of everyone, 300 black soldiers followed the arrangement of the French lieutenant, and they lined up in an irregular semicircle. Immediately afterwards, Lieutenant Jacques smiled and took slow and steady steps in front of all the black soldiers, and he counted the heads one by one. Every time the tenth person was counted, two French soldiers would walk out of the supervision team. They held the person being drawn from behind, signaling the unlucky black deserter to kneel on both knees. Finally, a sergeant responsible for the execution came forward, and he would quickly stab the deserter's neck or spine from behind with a dagger or bayonet in his hand... Although this execution method was a bit bloody, it would not cause too much pain to the executed person. Usually they would die within a few seconds.

There are only two kinds of terrifying sounds in the quiet execution ground: one is the military judge who always smiles and keeps shaking his figure, representing the death to count the number of heads; the other is the body that has or is losing its breath of life, one after another, the sound of falling in the pool of blood. Whether it is the deserter participating in the tithe method or the other black people watching on the side, they are staring at everything in front of them in horror. When the execution is over, the black soldiers are almost shattering.

Of course, the purpose of the execution is not to let the black soldiers' morale be weak and unable to recover, but to inspire the belief in victory and cut off the retreat of the black soldiers who are used to being free and casual. Jacques then announced that the families of the executed people will be properly resettled by the French army. But next time, the escapees will be punished with five-time kills, and their families will be driven out of the black camp. In addition, Jacques also informed the black soldiers that those who make military achievements will give priority to a large area of ​​fertile land.

Twenty minutes later, Lieutenant Jacques personally selected 400 black soldiers, and under the cover of two 4-pound cannons that arrived later, he launched a fierce attack on the 200 Portuguese militants remaining in the ruins of the castle.

Among these black soldiers wearing short burlap jackets, only one-third were equipped with flintlock rifles and bullet belts, while most of the others held sabers, bayonets, and long wooden iron spears. After the order to attack again was issued, the blacks rushed straight towards the enemy positions in a messy formation.

As before, at 60 to 70 meters away from the ruins, the leisurely Portuguese had completed the first round of volleyball. The dense bullets roared and continued to defeat the companions around the black soldiers. However, at this time, no one among the attackers had the courage to consider retreating and trying to challenge the strict military law of killing every five. Even if he was not for himself, he had to consider the fate of his wife and children in the black camp.

Soon, the resisters were a little panicked. They found that the niggers had become brave and no longer imitated the hares in the forest. When they heard the gunshots, they ran around and hid everywhere. The Portuguese felt chill because they saw the hideous black man getting closer and closer. They were holding the spear, the hilt, and the butt with their rough palms, tightly holding the spear, the handle, and the butt, and with hysterical curses and roars, they all rushed towards them.

The battle lasted only less than five minutes, and the weak Portuguese requested to surrender. But the red-eyed blacks were not worried about these things. In order to calm the fear in their hearts and vent the accumulated violent emotions, they then applied all their anger to the weak resisters. All the townsmen, both young, young, women and children, who participated in the armed resistance, were nailed to the stone slab with spears and bayonets. Several slaughtered corpses cried wildly, raised their saber and chopped the corpses into a ball of meat.

A Portuguese woman with a good appearance and good dress rushed out of the ruins of the castle. She glanced around and ran towards Jacques, who was also a white man. The Portuguese woman's dress was torn to pieces, revealing her snow-white breasts. Five or six black soldiers with sperm bodies followed her closely, smiling lewdly, and chanting various dirty words in her mouth.

Jacques shook his head but did not make a sound. With a expressionless face, he pulled out a multi-tube revolver, raised his hand and shot, and killed the black soldier who was following the woman. After hearing the gunshots, the other black people stopped and looked at each other. They scattered again and returned to the castle to continue slaughtering the remaining Portuguese.

"Thank you, kind sir!" The rescued lady took her dress and stepped forward a few steps, thanking the French Lieutenant.

"You're welcome!" Jacques smiled, but the multi-tube revolver in his hand once again emitted fire, and the bullet shot into the Portuguese woman's forehead accurately. With an incredible expression, the woman fell to the ground without saying a word.

"Lieutenant, you are so cruel, why should you kill her?" Sergeant Tias, who had been serving as a messenger by Jacques, accused loudly.

Jacques walked to the woman who was vomiting blood without saying a word. He raised his foot and kicked it lightly, and removed the dress that covered the dying person's right hand. The woman still held a sharp dagger tightly in her hand, shining with dazzling whiteness in the sun.

The lieutenant warned: "If you want to live longer on the battlefield in Portugal, don't be deceived by the surface of things!"

Thias blushed and faced with embarrassment, he also found an excuse to try to refute: "When the deserters were punished just now, weren't you worried that 1,000 black people would rise up and rebel?"

Jacques sneered, tapped his head with his fingers, and said, "This is the power of knowledge. In the nearly thousand years of internal and external wars in the ancient Roman era, there were less than a hundred adventures of bravery against the tithing method in the army composed of Roman citizens; and there were only more than 10 times in the army of servants who surrendered to Rome; there was not once in the army of slaves."

When the battle was over and everyone returned to the town of New Montmore at the foot of the mountain, Thias never said anything. However, at night, Jacques called Thias to his room and asked in detail about the current situation of Diego.

The sergeant recalled without reservation: "Since two weeks ago, after learning that his wife and son were sold to Lisbon by slave traders in Evora City, Diego was not in good spirits and was a little depressed. For this period, I have been responsible for the specific command of the battle to sweep the Portuguese villages. However, yesterday, something strange happened. A close friend of Diego who had been missing for a long time suddenly returned to the black camp. The two consciously avoided me and talked secretly for a long time."

Jacques asked, "Learn what they are talking about?"

Tias shook his head: "I don't know, whenever I get closer, they either stop talking or talk about something irrelevant."

Jacques frowned, and he told Tias bluntly that the MIIS sent a secret newspaper at the Lisbon intelligence station saying that a black man had secretly visited a Portuguese nobleman and the conversation seemed to involve a black woman and her son.

Based on the above two pieces of information, Jacques began to suspect that Diego was the behind-the-scenes commander. In order to rescue his wife and children, he wanted to secretly abandon the French and make private peace with the Lisbon nobles alone. These were absolutely intolerable to the Military Intelligence Bureau. The only purpose of the Duke of Desay to release the black slaves was to ask them to serve the French army, and they were by no means learning how to betray them.

The next afternoon, Diego suddenly received an emergency order from Lieutenant Jacques, asking him to lead a black army of hundreds of people to sweep a Portuguese plantation 10 kilometers nearby.
Chapter completed!