Just when Desay and his Guards Brigade arrived at Monsanto village from the mountain pass, General Barbanegel's Third Infantry Brigade, General Bonai's Fifth Infantry Brigade, Lieutenant Colonel Kle's Artillery Regiment, and an engineer battalion were all far away in the city of New Montmore, more than 40 kilometers away.

Unlike the hard battles encountered by the cavalry brigade at the Pass of Monsantu Mountain, the Portuguese guerrillas lurking in the city of New Montmore to the village of Monsantu had extremely slight resistance to the Desay Division. For most of the time, the French army did not even take direct action. At the request of the supervisor, the armed black soldiers beat the scattered soldiers lurking in the jungle and fled in a panic and turned around and ran away.

However, this is not all good. Because of the revenge of the white Portuguese, many black slaves on the plantation fled and then moved closer to the French-controlled area. Every day, groups of black women and children can be seen walking by their carts with heavy steps, or pulling their two-wheeled carts like cows and horses. Whether it is a cart or a two-wheeled cart, the overloaded packages and various useful and useless equipment make the overloaded wheels creak.

As for the strong adult men, they began to gather around the black camp early in the morning, waiting to find a livelihood for their families, or simply join the black self-defense army and become cannon fodder for the "liberators". Although the guerrillas are actually vulnerable in the eyes of the French army, the black self-defense army still has to pay a heavy price for every white Portuguese man killed.

The next morning, General Barbanegel stood on the high ground next to the road, shook his head helplessly. He didn't like the bad situation in front of him. Because there were too many black people rushing to escape, every road under his feet seemed bustling and crowded. Looking around, there were countless heads, military caps, big chariots, cannon carts, four-wheeled sedan carriages, and two-wheeled carriages.

"We can't continue like this!" General Barbanegel muttered to himself after a patrol: "The damn niggers must be kept honestly on both sides of the road, rather than congesting the road ahead."

Although Duke Hruna clearly instructed General Barbanegel's follow-up troops before leaving, he still wanted to fight a real battle with the enemy in front of him, rather than being the guards who were responsible for logistics supplies or the commander of the black self-defense army. General Bonai beside him also felt the same with Lieutenant Colonel Kle.

The interim commander's order had just been issued, and a messenger had already rushed over. He handed General Barbanegel an emergency document, requiring Captain Dupen's heavy mortar company to set off in advance and must arrive in Monsantu Village before this evening.

"The front-line war is not good?" This was General Barbanegel's first reaction. Moreover, in the second half of the official document, the duke also hinted that the follow-up troops could appropriately slow down because the water supply in front was insufficient.

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At the same time, on the Mengsangtu Mountain Pass, the coalition defense line.

After confirming that the French army had given up today's attack and then retreated from the scattered line to the village of Monsanto, the coalition forces were thrilling again, and everyone was cheering for a long-lost victory.

However, after receiving a report from a wandering sentry, Captain Perot Biyelo decided to stage an elaborate program. He ordered the disposal of more than a hundred French prisoners of war captured by treating black slave prisoners, tied them in a lasso like a cattle and horse, tied their hands on their backs, and pulled off the officer's rank signs, took off the soldiers' caps, and even deliberately cut the prisoners' uniforms, driving them to parade in public like animals. While stumbled and moved to the rear, the prisoners of war must accept the ridicule of the onlookers and soldiers.

Wherever French prisoners of war went, the roadside was crowded with deafening shouts and the noise of cheers and celebrations. The Portuguese soldiers hugged each other happily and attacked the dejected prisoners with vicious words that they could imagine. Some Portuguese workers who voluntarily stayed on the positions were also doing terrible and obscene acts while collecting the bodies of French soldiers. They used sabers to slash the poor people who had fallen to the ground and frequently flipped the bloody corpses just to collect various souvenirs.

Soon, a British artillery lieutenant could not bear it anymore. He wanted to step forward to stop all this, but immediately felt the Portuguese officers and soldiers fighting side by side cast hostile eyes. Because of the British lieutenant's tolerant words and deeds towards the enemy, friendly officers and soldiers began to doubt his position until the artillery officer left sadly without saying a word.

Captain Biyelo was walking in the forefront with a tall horse, looking very proud and full of victory. If General Hill had not repeatedly emphasized that the prisoners should not be hurt and the French should not be retaliated against the coalition prisoners of war in the city of Evora. The Portuguese captain would have ordered the hang of these invaders and hung their bodies on the trunk of the lush beech tree.

"Don't these stupid, ignorant, shameful Portuguese, don't they know how to respect the battlefield rules of the civilized country?" Standing on the mountain pass high ground, General Hill, who was rarely scattered, cursing the mob in a ruthless and cruel way, were really shameless and cruel guys. They were full of hatred and violence everywhere, and everyone's face was filled with the pleasure of revenge and lacked the tolerance they deserved.

"Alvin, go and tell the Captain Biyero that they must stop abuse of prisoners of war!" General Hill ordered.

The adjutant on the side did not set off immediately, and he replied in a difficult manner: "General, an hour ago, someone reported that the French cavalry killed an officer in charge of patrol near the scattered line last night. Therefore, Captain Biyelo was just catering to the soldiers' requests to make a limited revenge. Out of caution, I suggest that your order be carried out in another half an hour."

The British commander turned around and walked towards his command post. After a few steps, he turned back and shouted at the adjutant: "Go and withdraw all the British officers and soldiers from the first line of defense. Damn it, I don't want those savages to affect the imperial gentlemen."

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The disease comes like a mountain falling, and the disease goes like a thread being drawn.

A serious illness caused Desai tormented by the illness. Although the high fever had subsided, he became pale and thin and exhausted. Im-Bean's effect was indeed good, but it could only be maintained for a short time and was not enough to consider the Chief of Staff's offensive plan in detail. Soon, the severe headache began again, and the whole head felt as if it was filled with tens of millions of fine needles.

With kindness, the military doctor asked Nurse Rolina to send a glass of pine wine under the Duke's suit, which would relieve all kinds of pain for a long time. However, when Desai saw the glass of opium wine delivered to him, he immediately became furious and shouted loudly, scaring the black beauty to throw down the tray loaded with the wine glass and fled desperately.

However, there were two good news. In the morning, the cavalry lieutenant McKinley sent a piece of information to Chief Rusty, which was the captured Captain Cederro entrusted a fugitive slave to act as a middle messenger, which recorded the deployment of the coalition forces at the mountain pass. In addition, thanks to the use of solid rubber tires, Captain Dupen's heavy mortar company arrived in Monsanto village 3 hours in advance.

Desai asked the adjutant to call his chief of staff and said, "General, please revise the combat orders. The attack time will be from tomorrow at 3 pm today, which is two hours later."

Rusty was surprised that this was the third time he had revised the combat order within 24 hours. The Chief of Staff was a little doubtful about whether the commander had burned his brain by a high fever and persuaded him: "Duke, the soldiers will not understand. Going back on their word will make our army's morale even worse."

Desai endured the pain and tried his best to show his energy and energy. He raised a hand, pointed out the windowsill on the right and said, "This will be the request of the soldiers. It won't take long to hear and feel it!"

Sure enough, 30 minutes later, all the officers and soldiers of the Guard Brigade and the Cavalry Brigade spontaneously gathered outside the rural church. They were excited and sent a fighting petition to the division commander who was staying in the confession room in unison, hoping to immediately kill the British and Portuguese coalition forces in the mountain pass. Because of the shameless and despicable barbarians, they used heinous means to insult the captured and killed comrades in the captured and killed.

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Chapter completed!