Mario is burly, black as black as charcoal, cunning and smart, with a pair of bright black eyes, and a layer of curly hair on his smooth forehead. He could not see his timid appearance, but he was a young black slave with many cleverness, wisdom and rebellious personality. Perhaps because he himself brought his parents' excellent inheritance, Mario was always smart and energetic when doing his job. No matter what, including reading and literacy, he could learn it at once, and his speed was very fast, which made others praise him.

Mario's mother is a third-generation mixed-race woman with elegant temperament, graceful voice and elegant manners, and almost all mixed-race women have beautiful faces, revealing a dazzling beauty. What Mario loves to remember most is the tortillas made by her mother with a variety of colors, fragrance and flavor. Her singing voice is also very wonderful, thick and mature, and her sweet voice and passionate dance are deeply imprinted in her childhood memories. It's a pity that when Mario was 7 years old, her mother unfortunately died of illness.

As for Mario's father, Mario was an old slave with noble morality, broad mind and well-educated. When he was a child, Mario served a nobleman in Lisbon and was very favored by his master. When he became an adult, he became a slave housekeeper and was loyal to him. Since Portugal was a Catholic country where the whole nation believed in God, Mario was instilled by the Lisbon nobles since he was a child, and he was intoxicated by the Catholic preaching of God, obeying things, and loyalty to the head of the family, and this preaching was also inherited to Mario.

From the year Mario's mother passed away, the little guy accepted his father's arrangement and walked into a small church dedicated to the slaves. After private baptism, he began to pray for the first time to pray to God.

These black slaves who survived in the Lisbon region where high officials gathered, only at the moment when they pray to the omnipotent God with all their hearts and minds, will they be intoxicated and addicted to their happiness in living in the legendary paradise on earth, rather than suffering from painful suffering in the environment of oppression, slavery, ignorance, labor and endless sins for generations.

Obviously, the Old Mario asked his son to worship God without giving birth to another devout black believer, although the old housekeeper's prayer was praised as the gospel of heaven by other black slaves.

For some reason, Mario was born to like rebellion. Whenever Old Mario used Matthew to teach his son, "It's just that I tell you not to go against the evil ones. Someone slapped you on the right face, and even his left face turned around and beat him."

Young people always twist their necks straight and use the content of Deuteronomy to refute: "You should not cherish your eyes. You should pay for your life, for your eyes, for your teeth, for your hands, for your feet."

This small problem naturally makes Old Mario unable to overcome. With his very thorough understanding of the scriptures, the old black slave blurted out without thinking: "The former emphasizes being a person and dealing with people, while the latter is telling the principles of law."

As soon as these words were spoken, Mario immediately retorted, "Why do white people beat black people wantonly? The law does not stop it; if black people accidentally touch the white people's body, they will be whipped or even hanged for no reason!"

Old Mario was speechless, and he could only cover his son's mouth and hug him tightly in his arms. There were ears in the wall, and the above two conversations between father and son were still passed to the nobles by the affair. Under the instruction of the angry master, the white supervisor tied Mario upside down and hung it on the oak branch, whipping it so hard that his skin was blooming and dead, but the rebels never beg for mercy.

Shortly afterwards, Mario, with a whip mark, was sold by the noble owner to the city of Barrelu, near Lisbon. There was a canning yard jointly opened by British businessmen Brian Dongchen and John Haul, which required a large number of cheap labor. In the canning yard, although Mario still retained his identity as a black slave, he received quite good treatment.

As a European power after entering a civilized country, Britain was the second largest world power to ban slave trade after France. As early as 1787, Britain established the "Abolition of African Slave Trade Association", also known as the "London Association". The leaders of this association were Glenville Sharp, a famous British social activist who had been engaged in the abolitionist movement for many years.

Two years later, under the profound influence of the French Revolution on the other side and the promulgation of the Declaration of Human Rights, the British abolition movement began to be organized and systematically carried out. In 1807, British MP William Welberfos led the anti-slave movement, which led to the birth of the "Abolition of Slave Trade Act" in this year. However, slavery continued to exist at this time, because of the obstruction of the upper house of the parliament (the noble house) that caused King George of England to fail to sign the bill, and thus was fiercely criticized by many progressive people. It was not until twenty-six years later that the two houses of Parliament officially passed the "Abolition of Slave Trade Act", completely ending this dirty system.

In 1810, although the "Abolition of Slave Trafficking Trade Act" failed to officially come into effect, people from all walks of life in Britain were generally resisting and opposing the evil black slavery. Even though Brian Dongqin opened his canned workshop in Portugal, he still made a public commitment: Anyone who has worked for three years can redeem his black slave status and then become a legal free person.

If Desai did not issue the "Proclamation on Liberation of Black Slaves", Brian Dongqin's canning field should be a happy paradise for all black slaves such as Mario who long for personal dignity and personal freedom.

However, the wheel of history turned a corner in July 1810.

In the Evora district near Lisbon, countless black slaves in the plantation were declared "liberated" by the French. Nearly one-third of the blacks followed the footsteps of the French army and cooperated with the liberators to fight. There were even a small number of blacks who were instigated by the Military Intelligence Agency and secretly lurked to Lisbon, Barrelu, and Batussel, preaching the spirit of freedom, equality and fraternity to their oppressed black-skinned compatriots, and demanding that they stand up bravely, oppose slave owners, and oppose the white Portuguese.

For a time, a large number of pictures and leaflets printed by the French army about the liberation of black slaves were circulated to various black slave gatherings near Lisbon. However, compared with the black liberation movement in the Evora area, most of the black slaves in Lisbon seemed indifferent to this. They were used to wearing ragged clothes every day, dragging heavy steps, looking depressed and exhausted, and working in groups of workers and returning, like mules who had prepared or had finished their work.

Mario was exceptional. He was the first to come into contact with such progressive ideas and actively participated in this matter. Even if he encountered additional cold treatment from other black slaves, he still worked tirelessly to promote and work hard. Although Brian Dongqin, who has been influenced by the atmosphere of civilization, he would never tolerate the existence of shit-stumbling sticks in the workshop that disrupted normal operations.

After learning that General Hill was in need of a large number of workers to build defense lines, dig trenches and transport supplies at the Monsantu Mountain Pass, the British merchant took the initiative to contact the commander and was willing to send the black slave Mario to the front of the position to carry out free labor.

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The cart was shaking forward on the bumpy mountain pass, making a creaking sound. The people responsible for pulling the cart in front of them were pack horses that kept sniffing, and black slaves who were grinning and panting. The Portuguese soldiers carrying rifles and holding whips were watching over the sides with smiles, and the fat military officer with big belly was lying comfortably in the cart.

Today's task is to transport a batch of food supplies, and twenty large trucks are filled with canned military supplies produced by the Barrelu Canned Farm. The Portuguese who were escorting seemed to be very caring about pack horses that were pulling goods. From the beginning, they ordered more than 200 black slaves to rush the road, so that the "talking animals" and the unspeakable animals will work side by side, lively.

"Hey, new guy, sing a song for us!" A middle-aged black slave walking in front of Mario turned around and said.

The young black slave nodded silently, cleared his throat and sang with deep sorrow: "Oh, Jesus, why, you have endured the humiliation and betrayal of the world, but you cannot bear to abandon me. Even in those terrible years, in order to find me, your tired feet rushed to search for me, and on the cross, your soul experienced death; I hope all this hard work will not be wasted."

Every time Mario sang, the slaves echoed, and the idle Portuguese soldiers also clapped and cheered. Everyone felt that the young slave in front of him was actually quite good, the singing was sensuous and vivid, and could actually reproduce the scene of Mozart creating "Requiem" before his death. However, the quarantine officer was not happy. He dragged his fat body and jumped out of the cart angrily, waving the whip in his hand, insulting and whipping the damn nigger, which was them who disturbed their sweet dreamland.

The middle-aged black slave in front of Mario was about to open his mouth to explain, but the whip of the junket officer had already whipped over and landed on his face. At the same time, the junket officer's arm was also grabbed and he was pressed to kneel on the ground. The junket officer started to whip desperately, and he was panting.

The Portuguese soldiers had long been accustomed to the atrocities of the quartermasters. They quickly took out coins and started betting each other happily to see how many minutes the unlucky middle-aged slaves could hold on for a while before they fell to the ground and fell into a coma. As for the other slaves, they always showed insensitiveness, and they watched their companions being tortured indifferently.

However, after Mario witnessed all this, a rage rose from his chest, his breathing became rapid, and a burning light shot out from his black eyes. He took two steps forward, trying to stop the violent quartermaster, and the shackles hit him with shackles and shackles.

An old black slave behind Mario quickly grabbed the impulsive young man and whispered: "Newcomer, don't be hard. The white man not only has a whip, but also a murderous bayonet and rifle!"

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Chapter completed!