Chapter 638: Betrayal and Being Betrayed
Chapter 639 Betrayal and Betrayed
Booker came down the hill with an angry face, his right hand behind his back.
When he came about ten steps away from the Indians, he suddenly drew his pistol and shot the man with the red feather on his head to death, and then shouted to his officers:
"Kill them, quickly!"
Although the Indians were quite fierce, they were no match for the black officers who had just experienced battles on the battlefield, and half of them were killed almost instantly.
The remaining six or seven people persisted for a few more minutes, and then they all turned into corpses.
Booker faced the doubtful eyes of his men, pointed to the other side of the mountain, and said in a cold voice:
"These damned Indians are as damned as the White Walkers!"
In fact, these Indian tribes bordering the United States have already begun to learn "civilization" and "civilization" from Westerners - they learned to ride horses, learn to use muskets, and even imitated Americans and set up parliaments among tribes.
At the same time, they also learned to keep slaves.
Americans killed and enslaved them, and they also enslaved black people.
The Indians soon discovered the huge benefits of the plantations, and then used the money they earned to buy more black slaves and weapons, and more and more chiefs participated in slaveholding.
Especially in the southeastern United States, Indian tribes neighboring the United States built more than ten European-style towns and opened up a large number of cotton plantations.
The Altamaho tribe is the closest Indian to the United States.
Suddenly there was a faint sound of gunfire in the distance.
Booker's pupils suddenly shrank, he turned the horse's head, whipped the horse hard, and shouted urgently:
"Oops, come back with me!"
On the east side of Booker's army camp, along the Savannah River, seven to eight thousand American soldiers suddenly appeared.
Yes, the Indians did not help the blacks patrol at all. Instead, they negotiated a price with Brigadier General Wayne overnight, and then used tribal boats to transport the American troops across the river.
Booker was invited by Chief Hobo Asser and brought most of the senior officers to the banquet. The highest rank in the army was only a captain.
The poor captain had no ability to handle this situation, and immediately ordered the entire army to retreat westward, trying to retreat into the Indian tribe.
But soon, they discovered that nearly two thousand Indian warriors had gathered near the hills on the west side, and as soon as they saw them, they raised their guns and shot at them.
By the Savannah River, an American officer saw the black rebel army escaping through his telescope, and immediately said to Brigadier General Wayne next to him:
"General, those niggas are done. Please let me lead the cavalry in pursuit!"
"No, we can't let American soldiers bleed." Wayne waved his hands calmly, "Just control the two wings and don't let the niggas escape. Let's just watch the show here."
Driven by the Americans, Booker's rebels quickly fought with the Altamaho tribe.
However, the black soldiers had just experienced a disastrous defeat a few days ago. At this time, they lacked the command of officers and had almost no will to fight. They collapsed at the slightest touch.
However, in the melee, there are always some people who fight in despair, so many Indians died.
After more than an hour of fighting, most of the more than 1,200 black rebels were killed, and the remaining three to four hundred people knelt on the ground shivering.
The commander of the Altamaho tribe, the eldest son of Chief Hobo Aiser, looked around the battlefield, wiped the blood from his face, beat his chest, and shouted loudly:
"Ooooh-"
Other Indian soldiers also shouted:
"Ooooh-"
Three miles away, Brigadier General Wayne heard the shout and smiled at the officer beside him:
"Look, isn't the nigger solved now? It only requires 30,000 US dollars. Colonel Arlette, I'll deal with the savages. You follow the plan."
"Yes, General!" Brigadier General Wayne came to the battlefield, glanced at the scattered corpses, and then nodded to Chief Hobo Aether's eldest son: "You did a very good job, just like your father was so brave.
"Oh, the muskets and clothes are at the back as promised, please send someone to move them.
"Now, let us return to the tribe and celebrate this great victory together."
"I'm glad to be able to cooperate with you." The Indian was obviously very proud. "According to the agreement, all living niggas belong to our tribe."
"Dead men don't need nigger slaves."
As soon as Wayne finished speaking, more than a dozen guards behind him raised their guns at the same time and shot at the Indians on the other side who had a look of surprise on their faces.
The chief's eldest son fell off his horse at the sound, with only half of his head left like a smashed watermelon, red and white all over the floor.
The gunfire sounded like a signal. The 5,000 American soldiers who had already surrounded them immediately surrounded the center. The Indians were still happily picking up weapons on the battlefield, or binding and driving away black people. For a while, they didn't understand what was happening, and they were all stunned.
However, the American muskets did not hesitate at all. Under the command of the officers, they fired successive volleys, tearing apart the Indians and surrendered blacks.
On the other side, in the inhabited area of the Altamaho tribe, Colonel Arlett commanded two infantry battalions to be deployed on the main access road, and then began to fire into the tribe.
The soldiers of the Altamaho tribe were basically sent out to ambush the Booker rebels, and they were preparing to celebrate their victory. After being suddenly attacked, the remaining few hundred young adults rushed toward the cannon outside with red eyes.
A volley of Brown Bess flintlocks awaited them.
Until there was no more Indian counterattack, Arlette ordered his soldiers to break into the tribe and take all men, women, old and young as prisoners.
Three days later, the front pages of newspapers such as the United States Gazette and the American News were all: "General Wayne quelled the slave rebellion and recovered 70 square miles of land in Georgia."
In the plantation of the Altamaho tribe, Booker and his officers killed more than 30 Indian overseers and led more than 130 black people who were willing to follow him into the dense forests of Upper Georgia.
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France.
Paris.
Joseph received the news from North America and the Caribbean on his way to Brittany to attend the maiden voyage ceremony of the "Light of the Mediterranean".
At this time, more than 50 days had passed since the Booker uprising was suppressed.
He looked at the report in his hand and couldn't help frowning slightly.
He didn't expect that the Booker movement, which he had high hopes for, would be solved by the Americans in such an unscrupulous way.
The damage to the United States in this incident was not that great. It seemed that there was no hope of triggering the Civil War in advance.
Joseph couldn't help but sigh. For this ambitious and potential country across the ocean, other methods had to be used to continue to weaken it.
Fortunately, Brisso's side was going well - now, except for Jamaica, the entire Caribbean region has successively declared independence, and the black liberation movement has become unstoppable.
