When Cedro turned around, the argument between Lieutenant Yang Zachvotovic and British Lieutenant James had come to an end, but no one could convince anyone. The two had a big fight like a 7-8-year-old child and parted in a bad mood.

"Yanzakvotovic, look here!" Cedero pulled the lieutenant's arm and sleeves, and pointed at the scene where a coalition quarantine whipped the slave with a leather whip, and then asked: "Tell me quickly, what are the damn Portuguese yelling?" Cedero himself had no linguistic talent. As a Polish fugitive nobleman, he even stuttered in French.

"It's nothing. The unlucky black slave accidentally angered the fat man in Portugal. The latter was teaching him a lesson with a whip to become an obedient and sensible animal." Yang Zac Votovitch continued to translate impatiently, "The fat military officer accused these niggers of being accomplices of the French and trying to resist their masters. So at the beginning of the battle, the military officer vowed to execute these slaves one by one!"

After the "Oh", Cedero no longer stared at the fat military officers and the whipped black slaves. The fate of the Portuguese black slaves seemed even more miserable than that of the Polish serfs. As a son of a fugitive aristocrat who had been influenced by French free thought for a long time, Cedero was extremely disgusted with inhuman slavery, although his father was also a serf owner near Torun City, with more than 50 serfs who were randomly sold, humiliated, and even killed.

As the son of the serf-owner, Cedro knew that the slave owner's cruel punishment would make the slaves become increasingly numb. Whips and scolding were like addictive cloves, making people feel increasingly dull. If you want to find the sensational stimulation of grief from the numb slaves, you can only increase the dose, and you must use greater hand strength when waving the whip.

However, the above words may not be completely correct sometimes. Just when all the slaves were indifferent and stared at the quarantine officer beating the middle-aged black slave without any expression, Mario finally couldn't help but feel the torment in his heart. He got rid of the old slave's pull, stepped forward quickly, blocked the quarantine officer's whip with his body, and admitted that he was singing, which disturbed the beautiful dream of the white Portuguese people.

The fat military officer seemed particularly happy about the prey that had fallen into the trap. He liked to whip the slaves for various reasons. Watching them rolling all over the ground, groaning in pain or howling desperately, it seemed that he would become the best man in Lisbon. Unfortunately, Lieutenant James acted as a kind-hearted person. He spoke out to save the dying middle-aged slaves and Mario, who was about to suffer misfortune.

At this time, Cedero's eyes focused on the impulsive young black man. He asked the language genius around him to translate again. The second lieutenant said: "The British asked the quarantine officer to immediately unload the military materials from the truck and send them to the kitchen, and remove the shackles of the black slaves, and send them to work in the first line of defense, saying that a group of people would need to sweep the tail there."

A bold idea came to Cedro's mind, which might be able to solve the problem of intelligence messenger for himself. The captain asked the lieutenant a few simple Portuguese words and repeatedly recited them in his mind. Until ten minutes later, the British lieutenant responsible for escorting the prisoners of war saw that the prisoners had finished their meals, and then asked everyone to put down their plates, stood up, lined up, and set off to head towards the prisoner-of-war camp in the rear.

Mario, who was busy carrying canned boxes, was somehow hit by a white officer's shoulder. He staggered and almost fell down, but the tin can he carried was scattered all over the ground. Mario turned his head and looked at the white officer who had stopped with an angry look, because he obviously felt that the other party was doing it on purpose.

Cedero smiled apologetically at the black man. He bent down to help Mario pick up the cans that fell from the ground. Around the two, Yang Zac Votovitch and others who were instructed were intentionally or unintentionally using shaking their bodies as covers, blocking the vision of the coalition soldiers.

When handing Mario's goods, Cedero quickly stuffed a stack of cigarette boxes that recorded the defense of Mount Monsanto Mountain into the black slave's white shirt, and said four words in a hurry: "East - France - Intelligence - Freedom!"

After repeating it, Cedero stood up straight, and, under the supervision of the escort soldiers, returned to the prisoners of war and continued to walk forward, leaving Mario who was still squatting on the ground with a seemingly confused expression.

But soon, the smart young black man had successfully combined the four words that the white prisoner-of-war officer repeatedly chanted in his mouth, meaning: "Escape to the east, find the French, and hand over the intelligence to them, and you can gain freedom!"

...

At the end of the routine meeting, General Hill did not try to keep the officers for lunch with him as usual. It was the hard work that caused the British to have a stomach ulcer again. The severe pain from the lower part of the xiphoid (heart) left side made him tremble. After barely drinking a small bowl of porridge, Hill decided to walk on the mountain pass defense line to see the morale of the officers and soldiers.

After noon, the construction speed of the trenches on the mountain pass high ground was significantly accelerated, and perhaps before evening, the entire defense system would be completed. Hill led his adjutant Major Alvin to get closer, and observed more carefully, but a foul smell hit him. The two British gentlemen had to cover their mouths and noses, and both turned over to their horses, hoping to stay away from this stinking ghost place as soon as possible.

Hill sighed, "Pray God, I would rather go back to the North Line and fight against the Legion of Massena than stay here!"

Major Alvin, who was standing beside him, responded with a smile: "But General, these are our happy barracks!"

Hill smiled and said nothing more. The two continued to ride horses and walked towards the forefront of the defense line. Along the way, the coalition commander felt very satisfied. He saw that the order in the army was very good, and the morale of the officers and soldiers was very strong. No one had the bad expression of panic a few days ago, and he seemed calm and composed, and was full of confidence in the upcoming battle.

On the other side of the second line of defense, the Portuguese soldiers who were resting temporarily on the inside of the chest wall were busy happily. They dragged dry firewood and branches to add bonfires to light them at night and act as lighting. All the soldiers were shirtless, naked in the sun and barely ridges. They placed their completely sweaty leather boots, leggings, white shirts, and red jackets on the chest wall to dry. Some of the hard-working soldiers also took out a set of needle and thread boxes and began to repair the holes in their own or their superiors' uniforms.

The person who made the soldiers happy to see was not their commander, but the commander of the company. On the other side of the chest wall, someone had already begun to jubilate because the commander brought half a barrel of wine to the soldiers who were working and resting. Everyone gathered around the thin commander, and stretched out their kettles to let the kind-hearted people drink more.

Hill watched the soldiers drank the wine in the pot in one go, but licked their lips, then wiped their lips with bare shirtlessness, left the chief officer with satisfaction, and gave his empty seat to his comrades behind him who were eagerly anticipating.

"Alvin!" The commander suddenly turned around and called his adjutant, and then said: "Send the order to let the quarantine officer transport more wine from Lisbon. The brave soldiers need to replenish red blood to inspire the battle!"

"And gin, beer and rum, general!" the major adjutant added with a smile.

...

Mario felt that he was in trouble today, but he was stunned for a while while working, thinking about whether he was willing to risk his life and sent the hot information to the French, he was noticed by the guardian soldiers. The heavy stock he waved over and knocked the young black slave to the ground. Several soldiers rushed forward and punched Mario with a fierce punch and kicked.

After hearing the shouting not far away, a Portuguese officer came over under a tall beech tree with lush branches and leaves. After listening to the report from his subordinates, the officer stopped the extremely violent behavior of the soldiers and decided to use the civilized means he invented to punish the lazy black slave who tried to escape from work.

The officer then ordered Mario to take off his white shirt, reveal his back, and lie on the muddy road with his limbs spread out. Mario breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had just alerted his chance to hand over the French prisoner of war (Poles) to him in his pocket. Once discovered, he would be regarded as a French spy by the white man and executed immediately.

On the side, the officer responsible for the punishment picked up five or six of the hard triangular fruits on the ground and walked to the black slave. He then skillfully stuffed them under Mario. As long as the black slave lying on the ground pressed down slightly, his abdominal nerves would feel a severe stinging pain without leaving any scars.

In full view of everyone, in order to avoid the pain caused by the hard triangle fruit, Mario, who was lying on the ground, had to imitate the funny clown in the circus, try to support her body with her hands and feet, stick her butt up high, and put her abdomen desperately... This seemingly more civilized punishment method is actually the most extreme humiliation to people...

"Escape! Escape! I must hand over the information to the French. I want to take revenge and double the shame I have suffered to return to the damn Portuguese!" Mario shouted in his heart with grief, and the raging flames of revenge ejaculation in his eyes.

The happy laughter that broke out between the officers and soldiers also attracted the gaze of General Hill who had just arrived. He frowned slightly, obviously not admiring the pranks imposed on innocent black slaves by the Portuguese officers and soldiers. He noticed that the punishment black slaves had long whip marks and big scars on their backs, and then a little pity arose from the bottom of his heart.

However, this sympathy did not last long. Because he saw that the cruel officer who punished the black slaves was Captain Perro and Biyelo. Two hours ago, Hill had shouted Biyelo loudly because of the treatment of French prisoners of war and drove the Portuguese out of the command post. Now that the war is imminent, Hill does not want a black slave to be punished again and will not be able to get along with his subordinates.

Therefore, the British general decided to turn a blind eye. He turned his horse's head and rode all the way toward the open area facing the Evora defense line.

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Chapter completed!