The crowd became restless, gradually some were moved and stepped out to pick up guns. The Wolf Race soldiers distributing arms were quite easygoing, teaching them how to use these old-fashioned flintlock guns.

A Corner quietly asked, "Boss, can they succeed?"

Leon lowered his voice and shook his head slightly, "I don’t know."

After all, the Thirteen Colonies are the masters of America. Although their industry is weak, at best they can be considered second strongest, their size speaks volumes. Even a handful, let alone a dozen bands, tens of thousands of black slave revolts, the end result would likely be crushed.

Leon’s face remained calm, "However, sometimes freedom is more important than life, isn’t it?"

The living conditions of black slaves in Louisiana were actually bearable. They could eat seven pounds of fish or pork each month, along with a bushel of grain, which was much better compared to many peasant slaves in other countries at the time.

After all, they were important labor force, equivalent to cattle bought over slave ships from across the ocean. Without enough food, how could one ensure a healthy body to create wealth for plantation owners?

Many black slaves were thus completely tamed, trying their best to show their submission to their masters, working diligently, leading many slave masters to appoint black people as supervisors to manage the black slaves.

But Leon thought, no one who has tasted the sweetness of freedom would willingly return to the cage, be selected like livestock for mating, breeding, have their relatives bought and sold, suffer flogging, abuse, and violation.

Moreover, now that Texans have shattered their shackles and armed them, hatred and hunger will set them on a path of no return.

The Corner looked worried, "The weapons we prepared for them are outdated. Can they really, as we planned, seize nearby gun stores, police stations, and arm themselves?"

"I don’t know, but they may not necessarily need to seize those places to get weapons."

Leon’s voice was chilling, for the tradition in the Thirteen Colonies was almost everyone was armed, otherwise the immigrants couldn’t control such a large number of black slaves and fend off those fierce beasts and marauders.

The Corner looked at those black slaves who had changed even in their gaze after obtaining weapons, and at the peering eyes from the houses around, and whispered, "This fire won’t burn us, will it?"

"If they feared those slave masters, they wouldn’t go to Texas where the slave masters are about to arrive. If they dared to resist the slave masters, they certainly wouldn’t come to Texas, which has no tradition of slavery."

"Of course, this requires our guidance."

He looked at the cart as the last gun was taken by a strong black slave, raised his voice and shouted, "Black brothers, I know you fear reprisal from those slave masters, but are those slave masters better than you in any way? They aren’t even as strong as you, only more armed and united!"

"But in Louisiana, in Mississippi, Florida, your numbers far exceed those of the slave masters. Let more black brothers be liberated, join your ranks, let those once lofty slave masters see your power! Fight, for your freedom, to never be trampled again, to liberate more black brothers, fight!"

Leon’s fists clenched before his chest, waving constantly, facing those numb faces, he couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious.

Not knowing if what the "Captain" he hadn’t seen in twenty years wrote would be of any use.

"Don’t fear your lack of power, in Munster Town, only one cavalry company arrived, meanwhile, we dispatched tens of thousands of cavalry into Louisiana to rescue your people, soon you will have an army of hundreds of thousands, no one will dare underestimate your power."

A black slave who got a weapon suddenly asked, "Sir, why are you helping us?"

Leon replied without hesitation, "Because the British are about to invade my hometown, just like they did to you, to seize Texas land, kill our brothers and sisters, and sell us as slaves!"

The black slave exhaled deeply; he didn’t believe in altruism without return, if so, he would feel fear instead.

"Brothers, just as this Texas officer said, now is the time for us to choose, either return to the cage as ignorant beasts or rise in the name of men to carve out a path for our future."

He raised his weapon as if he had known how to use it all along and aimed at a black man dressed significantly better than the average slave in the crowd, "Solam, stand out, you damned accomplice, ugly executioner, you are even more detestable than those slave masters!"

Someone grit their teeth and said, "That’s right, Solam, step forward!"

The black man holding the weapon took off his clothes, revealing the shocking scars on his body, "Brothers, I’m not seeking revenge intentionally, in the Arat Family plantation, almost every black man knows of the countless crimes this guy committed..."

"That’s right!"

More and more people began to stand out and denounce Solam. In their indignation, furious black people overwhelmed him, and the shrill screams were endless.

The gun distribution event on the plaza quickly evolved into a public trial conference, where one black accomplice after another, once the lackeys of the tyrants, were dragged out, flogged, beaten, even many women were not exempt.

The Corner spectating this scene couldn’t help lowering his voice, "The effect seems quite good indeed."

Leon felt some embarrassment, "This seems called a public trial conference, but I hadn’t planned to reach this stage... never mind, luck seems good after all, we’ve encountered a black man with some leadership traits."

Just then, a Texas cowboy cavalier galloped over on horseback.

"Boss, Louisiana’s state militia have arrived, and several Holy Knights are accompanying them."

This wasn’t hidden from the black people. Upon hearing this news, they visibly panicked. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Hahaha!"

Leon’s laughter was extremely discordant.

"Perfect timing, black brothers, before our parting, we give you one last gift, the guns, pack animals, and ammunition possessed by these state militia will all belong to you."

"Texas Border Guard, follow me into battle!"

As he spoke, Leon leapt onto his warhorse, leading hundreds to rush out like wind, leaving behind the black slaves looking at each other, and the houses filled with malignant eyes.

No one knew who fired the first shot. As Texas cavalry rode out of the city to meet the Louisiana state militia, gunfire rang out in the town as well.

"Boss..."

"Ignore them, if they can’t handle such minor troubles, our investment is wasted."

Without looking back, Leon led the charge outside the city, rode forward, already able to see hundreds of cavalry in neat formations ahead, and in the lead, Holy Knights bearing a clear "cross" flag.

Seeing Leon and his group, those cavalry immediately began dismounting, arranging into skirmish lines, ready for battle.