The fleeing Portuguese, especially the noble and wealthy businessmen, fled to the northern suburbs of Lisbon, and put their hope of seeking help on the French commander of the southern front. Including the Speaker of Lisbon Parliament Marshal Biyero and others, they rushed to Sheila or Azambuya dozens of kilometers away at night, begging Andrew. Marshal Desay immediately sent troops south to suppress the large-scale riots that occurred in Lisbon.

At the same time, the Portuguese Governor Marquis de Urquiho also faced extreme embarrassment of helplessness. Almost all the 5,000 Spanish troops who had lost their minds participated in the looting activities of Lisbon. They refused to accept any orders from the Portuguese Governor, and even stripped the gorgeous clothes of the messenger of the Marquis de Urquiho and threw them into the Tejo River to show humiliation. As a last resort, the elderly and unlucky governor had no choice but to send someone to ask his grandson-in-law for help, and requested Desai to send troops south to quell the rebellion as soon as possible.

When news of a large-scale riot in Lisbon reached the Wellesley brothers' ears, the two British diplomats seemed indifferent. They ordered the British spies lurking in Portugal not to be involved in the riots, and they also disagreed with the British ship forcibly sailing to the port of Lisbon to carry out humanitarian aid to avoid stimulating the French-military reaction.

As for what kind of suffering Lisbon will face, the Wellesley brothers don’t care at all and don’t need to care. Only by reaching a peace agreement with Andrew Desay as soon as possible to save the British expeditionary force in distress is the top priority. In addition, in the eyes of British politicians, the larger the riots in Lisbon, the more ordinary people it will hurt, which will increase the deep hatred between the Portuguese and the Spanish occupying forces. When Wellington leads his troops back to Portugal, he will inevitably receive support from the local people.

As the joint savior of the Lisbon nobles and the Portuguese Governor, Marshal Desay still refused to send troops to Lisbon immediately to suppress the riots on the grounds that the French army on the southern front needed to guard against the British attack.

But for some comfort, he then agreed to open the French military camps stationed in the northern suburbs of Lisbon to the fleeing Portuguese and provide a certain amount of tents, food and medicine. Soon after receiving the promise of donation from the rich, Desay ordered the gendarmerie to send various teams to provide security for the nobles, wealthy businessmen and their families who left the city.

In mid-to-late November, a few days after the signing of the "Knock Creek Secret Agreement", Wellington and his expeditionary forces, under the strict supervision of the French army along the way, had already landed on the British ships through the Mafura Fortress and could no longer threaten the French army, Desai ordered General Deerney's First Division, together with General Desnuet's cavalry division, to immediately set off south to cooperate with the gendarmerie and intelligence departments, to severely suppress the riot in Lisbon. At this time, the riot that affected the entire Greater Lisbon area had lasted for nearly a week.

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On November 20, 1810, Lisbon was surprisingly cold on this day, with dark clouds covered with dark clouds. Lisbon residents who were tortured by thugs every day were now sitting quietly at home, closing their doors without making any noise. Because they received great news, Marshal Desay's troops were gathering outside Lisbon and were about to be put into suppression of the riot.

At around 10 a.m., a violent sound of gunfire came from the northern suburbs of the misty city, and the anti-insurgency operation officially kicked off.

French soldiers rushed into Lisbon in an open place. Facing tens of thousands of mobs, they were not ruthless. The cavalry wielded their sabers and revolvers to scatter the gathering mobs one by one; the infantry behind them used rifles to accurately shoot the mobs hiding on the balcony, on the roof and behind the barricades; the military police were doing the finishing work, and they rode high-headed horses back and forth to patrol. When they encountered nobles or mobs who survived, they also stabbed the matter and ended their pain as soon as possible.

At this time, the rebel leaders in Lisbon's city became panicked. They knew that the French army would not let them go, and then encouraged each other to unite, gather their own mobs, and prepare to launch a counterattack against the French army and fight to the death.

General Delney, who was the commander of the rebellion, stood in the drizzle, wearing a rubber raincoat, with a grim expression. Beside him were 15,000 elite French soldiers lined up in an orderly manner and were about to be put into the battlefield; and the infantry and cavalry line also included more than 40 artillery pieces urgently transported from the front line through steamboats.

"Concentrate the cannons and bombard the rebels violently, and do not retain any sympathy!" This is the secret order from Desay to General Delney. According to this combat order, any crowd gathering on the streets of Lisbon will be the target of the French army, whether it is the Spanish rebels involved in the robbery, the Portuguese citizens involved in the riot, or the black slaves looking forward to self-salvation.

"Especially that black leader, Mario, must be removed!" Lieutenant Silva, who served as the liaison officer, whispered to remind the counter-rebellion commander around him. A pawn with no value in use should be removed resolutely and decisively without any hidden dangers.

"That's the matter of your military police and the Military Intelligence Bureau, and it has nothing to do with me!" General Delney replied coldly. As a pure soldier, he had a natural disgust and alertness for any conspiracy outside the battlefield.

In an instant, the lieutenant of the military police turned red and his wriggling lips could not speak, which was indeed a serious mistake by the intelligence department itself. During the riots for a week, Silva and his many subordinates were addicted to the secret remote control of the rebellious black slaves and plundering the prosperous Lisbon, thus relaxing the supervision of the black leaders, especially Mario himself.

Just this morning, when the black militants involved in the rebellion were preparing to hand over the last batch of property to the French army left behind and obtain weapons, ammunition and food supplies, they were accidentally ambushed by the military police and the cavalry division. More than a thousand black men were killed on the spot, none of them were alive. However, when checking the bodies of the dead, Silva discovered that Madrid and others were missing.

At 1 noon, the rebels that had joined forces were arranged in a row in a row and launched a fierce attack on the French army deep into Lisbon. The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce, but it was not even a match, but it was more precisely a one-sided massacre.

After obtaining news of the rebel counterattack from the intelligence department, General Delney concentrated 46 cannons at the forefront of the position in advance and deployed secretly at the intersections of various streets. With the fierce shotguns and rifles, the French army easily defeated the main force of the rebels. When the rebels fled in a hurry, they also left behind thousands of corpses and a large number of wounded people, and blood gathered on the streets into gurgling streams.

At this time of the battle, victory had become unsurprising. Therefore, the French army's next task was to cooperate with the gendarmerie and the intelligence department, and to encircle small groups of armed rebels trying to escape or hide in residential areas. On the march, there were shouts during the collapse and rebels who were bombarded by cannons. The cannon smoke covering the walls and streets was gradually dissipating.

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In an abandoned aristocratic residence, Mario, who had successfully escaped from the French ambush circle, and his black brothers were discussing evacuation and escape from Lisbon. However, to the east was the wide Tejo River, and the black slaves could not prepare any ships in advance; to the west and to the south were even more endless seas; and to the north were murderous French-army, who were carrying the banner of justice to save Lisbon.

In fact, Mario and his comrades did not know about the ambush set up by Lieutenant Silva in advance, but temporarily changed the route to visit an old friend who was critically ill, thus avoiding the premeditated massacre of the French military police.

Afterwards, although these black slaves finally realized that they and the Spanish rebels had become scapegoats for the French to plunder the wealth of the nobles, no matter how regretful or angry they were, they would be useless. In the end, when all the disputes gradually subsided without any result, the road before all the rebellion slaves seemed to be dead at the gun of the French army or going to the gallows to make a choice.

According to the rules of the game formulated by the white Europeans, once the rebellion in Lisbon is fully quelled, all Spanish whites or Portuguese whites participating in the rebels only need to execute a few rebel leaders, while many other participants or threatened followers will only be punished for a period of hard labor, and even surrenders in the Spanish army can receive pardon from Madrid.

But as black slaves, they were not the whites who dominated Portugal, because they had to pay the heaviest price for this rebellion and endure the turbulent anger of the white world. However, Mario was not willing to give up his efforts, and even if he did not consider the lives of himself and the hundreds of brothers around him, he would take care of the future and destiny of hundreds of thousands of blacks in Portugal.

So he secretly found a black boy, a mixed-race boy with shallow skin, with a very cute appearance. Mario handed a letter prepared in advance to the black boy, and asked him to disguise himself as a white refugee and mingle outside Lisbon.

Mario repeatedly reminded: "Go, go to the French battlefield hospital to find Miss Rolina. In Lisbon, you should have seen her at least 3 times. You must hand this letter to Miss Rolina in person and tell her everything that happened in Lisbon. Remember, my friend, you will be our hero, the little hero in the minds of 450,000 black slaves!"

After secretly sending away the little messenger, Mario immediately walked out of the room. He issued the last order to the comrades in the hall and more than a hundred survivors of the "Anti-Black Slave Association", "Scatter the breakout, may the omnipotent God bless us!"

Watching the grief-torn comrades leave one after another, Mario took out a small bottle of highly poisonous potion from his arms with a calm expression, unscrewed the bottle cap, threw it away, and poured it all into his mouth. Then, the former black leader walked to a walnut bench and sat down quietly. He was looking forward to the happy moment of reuniting with his kind father and his mother in the Kingdom of Heaven.

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"When our men found Mario in a noble residence, he was already dead. All the fugitive black men involved in the riots, either shot dead by soldiers on the spot, or were arrested and publicly executed."

In the Port Building of Lisbon, Lieutenant Silva hesitated for a moment, and finally plucked up the courage and added: "According to the intelligence department, Mario had sent a black child to the battlefield hospital of our army after committing suicide, and the latter handed a letter to Miss Rolina. As for the contents in it, I suspect..."

Speaking of this, the lieutenant of the military police suddenly stopped because his eyes were trying hard to dodge and stare at his Marshal Desai.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly condensed.

A few minutes later, the superiors put away their sharp eyes, and he said only, "Well, I understand!" Then he turned around and left, accompanied by the guards, drove to the Lisbon Parliament.

Because there, Desai would meet with the Portuguese noble representative Marquis Biyero, the Portuguese Governor Marquis De Urkiho and others overnight to hear about their aftermath of the Lisbon riot.
Chapter completed!