It dawned on May 24, 1779.


    Martinique is 75 kilometers west of lefrancois, an important town on the east bank, with dense forests.


    Before dawn, Captain John Rashid, the invincible company commander of the bastard company, had been taken off his quilt by his idiot adjutant and invited out of bed in the most shameful way.


    Get up angry... Anyone has it.


    Rashid mumbled, got up, opened his wide bleary eyes and complained about life.


    "Olch, interrupting a lady''s sleep will only shorten the shelf life of beauty. If I change my quality before I sell it... You know? Your mother will bury you in the tulip field. She won''t hesitate."


    Harry, the poker faced adjutant, shook the quilt with a crash, and there was no fluctuation in his voice.


    "First, I''m your adjutant Harry Sheffield, not the unknown Olch, so your mother should not be able to bury me alive."


    "Second, no matter what kind of demon dream you have, you bring it. That one was once called a chastity killer by Boston. Therefore, don''t force your sexual fantasy on me, it makes me sick."


    The cold and impolite comments immediately pulled leisid''s spirit back to reality.


    First, he glanced at the collar button of his military uniform and confirmed that everything was in good condition. Then he changed his eyes and looked at his adjutant fiercely.


    "Item 1 of Article 4 of the special military regulations of the eighth company, lieutenant."


    Harry snapped and stood upright. "Don''t slander the image of the officer in any form, sir!"


    "Very good. Write down 20 lashes. Ask Secretary Rodney for punishment before June 1. Don''t affect your work."


    "Yes, sir!"


    Good luck


    The refreshing Rashid washed his face and teeth in the washing area near the military tent, took Harry''s neat military uniform and put it on his body.


    "Time."


    "4:27 on May 24!"


    "What''s breakfast today? Who''s on duty in the kitchen?"


    "Sergeant Ryan is on duty. Breakfast is coffee and well received Ryan sandwiches."


    [highly praised Ryan sandwich] it is a special dish of the mixed boy company. Although the name contains four big words that are highly praised, no one in the company can love it, including the company commander who is well respected.


    After a while, Sergeant Ryan, dressed in a cook''s hat and red army uniform, came in with a dinner plate.


    Rashid swallowed hard and picked up a triangular lump of meat from the plate.


    The basic structure is two layers of four mature thick beef, wrapped in butter, with roasted poultry breast meat in the middle, and half burnt bacon between the breast meat and beef. This is the highly praised Ryan sandwich.


    "Well... I have a job today..."


    "We are industrious British officers. We work every day, sir." the chef retorted with a smile.


    "But it''s especially early today. I think I just need coffee."


    "You''re still growing, sir," said Ryan with a sad expression. "You must eat all of it unless Lieutenant Sheffield agrees."


    Rashid turned to Harry with spring in his eyes and autumn in his eyes: "Mr. Harry..."


    "Another twenty whips worth of disgust, and now I owe the superintendent forty whips." said Harry, and walked away.


    ……


    After the disgusting breakfast, Rashid trudged out of the tent along his chest.


    In the morning, a magnificent military map was unfolded in front of him.


    His men are not what they used to be.


    After successively breaking through four towns and 22 plantations, including the land fortress of latrinite, the mixed boy company with 200 people and 5 light guns has expanded into a super regiment with 120 guns, 3000 infantry, 600 cavalry and more than 2000 auxiliary forces.


    There are all colors in his regiment. Black is the most, yellow is the second, and white is the least, but it dominates everything in the regiment.


    In his opinion, although it could not last, it was undoubtedly a beautiful pyramid before it collapsed.


    What''s more, the more beautiful the flowers, the shorter the flowering period. It''s not the defect of this pyramid that they can''t last. It''s precisely its most charming place.


    Leisid stamped his feet intoxicated, raised his head and swept his three right arms, adjutant Harry, Sergeant Ryan and chief of staff Rodney.


    "Yesterday I saw the governor and the annoying businessman at the appointed place. Unfortunately, the Navy did a good job. It killed the Defense Fleet a week ago, captured a major general and opened their flagship."


    "This means that the sea obstacles of shelling Le Francois have disappeared, leaving only the 24 forts on land. It also means that if the Halloween operation fails again, we have to bear all the responsibilities."


    "I made a bet with that disgusting businessman on a box of Pinot Noir that I would first knock on the paper gate of Le Francois and not let those forts throw a shell at the sea."


    "It''s about face and salary, gentlemen. If I lose, you''ll pay for the wine."


    Ryan stared and trembled with anger: "why!"


    Rashid shrugged: "I don''t want a bottle of this box of wine. It''s all yours if I win."


    When the deal is concluded, the two sides face the door.


    After finishing his subordinates, Rashid burped and scolded his mother: "who is free? Please invite our infantry commander Mr. sander and cavalry commander Mr. lachamon here. They are the main force in this game and have to be coaxed."


    After a while, the tall black man and the strong Indian came to Rashid and bowed down five steps apart.


    "Lord Savior, your loyal servant greets you!"


    "How many times have you said that you are friends and leaders. You need to stand up and set an example for your people."


    Rashid smiled like a spring breeze, but he didn''t want to approach or help.


    "Moreover, my servant is Lieutenant Sheffield. I don''t like the act of flirting like you, and neither does the lieutenant."


    "Er..." the legendary three face mask.


    Harry of the circle went up, picked up Thornton and lachamon of the circle, and followed Rashid into the army tent.


    The military tent was covered with a military map of Martinique.


    Rashid turned back, picked up the baton from the table and drew a big circle in the middle of the map.


    "My friends, your revolution has reached the most important moment."


    No new opening remarks, but Rashid said it with reserve and passion. The repressed slightly trembling voice was just right, which made the people in the account awe. Even people like Harry and Ryan could feel the sanctity of worship.


    Sander and La chamon were so excited that they almost had to bow down again. They stood up straight by desperately restraining themselves.


    "Lord Savior, is it finally our turn to fight?"


    "Don''t worry, my friend," Rashid said softly, gently touching the map. "Before you get the task, you have to understand what you''re doing like a real leader."


    "Martinique has three major military strongholds, one is latrinite, which we have captured, one is Le Francois, which we are about to attack, and the heart of the evil rule of the French, Fort France."


    "The three main points are arranged with 70% of the French army and all the Navy on the island, nearly 50% of the district councillors, 40% of the chamber of Commerce and 60% of the cargo throughput."


    "With them, you have Martinique. With them, you have Martinique."


    Leahy Durden said, "so, what should you do?"


    "Fight!" the two leaders shouted in unison.


    "Yes, fighting. A revolution without bloodshed is not your revolution, and a struggle without personal execution is not your struggle!"


    Rashid went over, bypassed them, went around the exit of the military tent and took a breath of the fresh sea breeze.


    "At night today, when the sun goes down and night falls, my people will teach you the last lesson, fire."


    "200 soldiers are scattered behind 120 guns and teach you to fire with your hands. Then your soldiers will charge, burn and kill, and seize your freedom and independence from the evil French!"


    "Your opponent is just two companies, 300 soldiers and less than 5000 mob like pioneers, including the elderly, children and women. Victory is yours."


    Sander''s nose blew thick air and tried to maintain his final reason: "well... Lord Savior, I once heard that the manager of the plantation said that Le Francois is one of the two major naval bases in Martinique. Although we can cope with the French on land, we are at sea..."


    "God sent me to help you." Rashid interrupted Thornton and sang, "the Lord means to lead me and my companions here to reward your devotion. Therefore, we will help you and try our best to help you."


    "Don''t you say?"


    "As you think, Le Francois''s navy has collapsed. You just need to destroy the army''s resistance and dismantle the fort, and the great British navy will help you defeat the counterattack of the pioneering people."


    "Then my men and I will board the ship, command the invincible maritime force, help you destroy France''s last dependence, and hand over a complete Martinique to you noble and proud free people."


    "Really... Really?"


    "The believers of the Lord are born free, which is the glory for which every British soldier is willing to sacrifice his life and forget his death."


    Rashid stared down at Thornton.


    "Now, tell me, are you willing to bleed for freedom?"


    "May..." sander and lachamon looked at each other and saw the firmness in each other''s eyes. "For the freedom of our people, we will sacrifice our lives and forget our death. We... Don''t hesitate!"