Chapter 804: Chapter 28: The Calamity of the Plantation

Florida, Saint Augustine.

Viewed from above, the land was covered in scorched, crudely harvested sugarcane, citrus, and cotton plantations. This vast plantation had long since developed into a fully functional town.

Sugar mills, warehouses, pastures, all plantation buildings were seized by the black insurgents.

Throughout the process, gunfire was incessant, and from time to time, blacks would drag out corpses, piling them into the ditch alongside.

At the entrance and exits of the plantation, gallows stood tall with the bodies of runaway slaves hanging from them, replaced by white rebels goaded by the news of the "rebel army," planning to revolt against their masters.

The whites brutally executed comprised only a third of the town’s inhabitants. More were bound with ropes, driven into cages, becoming rare white slaves reminiscent of the Middle Ages.

Losa and the Texas Wolf Race shared much knowledge with the black insurgents, but it was impossible for these people to rapidly adopt the ideology of an equal society. In truth, the vast majority had long forgotten Losa’s advice to "expand as quickly as possible and liberate more of their compatriots."

Instead, they intended to stay here, turning the plantation into their home—a part of New Africa.

What they were exposed to and influenced by daily was plantation economy.

So, after venting their hatred and destructive urges, they didn’t exterminate the whites completely. Not only would the white slaves be enslaved, but also the black slaves loyal to their former masters and unwilling to take up arms against white rule.

This was not uncommon in Africa. Every time a tribe was conquered, the men and women of the hostile tribe would become slaves. This was their way of survival. In earlier times, buying black slaves from natives was the most economical way for Europeans.

In the town’s only somewhat exquisite building, an Anglican Church, the holy Cross was already stained with blood. Amidst a mess of corpses, a pastor clung to his wife and child, sobbing bitterly.

The leader of the insurgents was curiously examining the sacred murals on the wall. The image of the Holy Mother was exquisite, her face filled with deep compassion, but alas, such compassion had never belonged to these slaves.

Turning to look at the pastor, his dark face revealed a sickly smile: "Pastor, do you hate me?"

"You sinners who deserve to be cast into the Fire Prison, you’ve killed my wife and child, destroyed my neighborhood, burned my home, and now you ask if I hate you?"

The pastor, crazed, roared in fury: "I wish to eat your flesh, drink your blood, gnaw your bones, you damned bandits, unfaithful slaves, betraying Judas, God will punish you, the Empire’s army will crush you!"

The leader of the insurgents knelt in front of the pastor, squatting down and speaking in a mocking tone: "Pastor, didn’t you say that God cursed us to be slaves because we are descendants of Ham, who dishonored his father Noah, and thus deserved eternal slavery?"

"Are we bandits? Perhaps now we are, but did we come to this New Continent voluntarily to rob you?"

The black leader suddenly stood up, roughly tearing open the clothes he had seized, revealing a body ravaged by whip scars, and on his shoulder blades, marks from being pierced by iron hooks: "It was you whites who bought us here!"

Roar!

The group of black insurgents erupted in shouts. Their expressions were excited, the joy of revenge, the thrill of trampling their once high-and-mighty masters underfoot and toying with their wives, made every face flush bright red.

The black leader snorted coldly: "In the past, we didn’t even have the right to step into this church, didn’t have the right to hold our heads high and walk the streets. Pastor Alvin, your divine never loved us, we don’t need to revere Him."

Seeing no response for a while, the black leader was not angered, merely chuckled, "Alvin, as a pastor, didn’t you always preach that returning to the Heavenly Lord’s embrace is God’s gospel? Why do you hate us for sending your wife and child to see the Heavenly Lord?"

The pastor only clutched his wife and child’s corpse with a remorseful expression, sobbing bitterly. He deeply regretted that he once spoke on behalf of this runaway slave, sparing him from being hanged on the gallows.

The black leader seemed to appreciate the pain on his face and showed a slightly feral smile: "Lock him up, with those white slaves. Aren’t those white people’s cannons formidable? When the time comes, let them be in the front."

Just then.

A sharp buzzing suddenly rang in the ears of the insurgents. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Immediately following was a loud rumble of an explosion.

A terrifying shockwave sent the insurgents reeling around the church.

The black leader shook his head, unable to gather his thoughts for a long time.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The sharp cry was like a hammer blow to the black leader’s head, bringing him instantly back to his senses. With a roar of "Prepare to battle," he raised his gun and dashed out of the church.

However, what appeared before him was a scene he would never forget.

Steel monsters were emitting billowing black smoke, mowing down swaths of trees, and moving as if uprooting mountains and felling forests. Their menacing turrets and dense firing slits on their armor plates burst forth with brilliant light.

As he barely stepped out of the church door, he was struck in the chest by a specially-designed bullet, his torso half torn apart by the powerful projectile, blood spraying in all directions like a fountain.

"How satisfying! Kill all these runaway slaves!"

Standing atop the Land Cruiser, holding a magic energy communicator in his hand, Colonel Brown loudly issued commands.

The elite Empire Soldiers, cradling their guns, advanced in skirmish lines toward the plantation. As soon as any insurgent showed themselves, they were immediately struck by several bullets. Within moments, the once-thousands-strong insurgency’s resistance in the plantation was reduced to mere sporadic gunfire.

The soldiers in combat felt their emotions similar to Colonel Brown’s.

The humiliation of being toyed with by the Demon Dragon and having half their airship fleet destroyed was mostly vented.

In a fortress that originally belonged to the plantation, suddenly a burst of fire emerged. Three fixed cannons fired simultaneously, perhaps by sheer luck, but with the dreadful aim of the black soldiers, a cannonball went straight for Colonel Brown’s new ride.

"Watch out!"

Before the soldiers behind him had time to warn, Colonel Brown drew his conductor’s blade and fiercely slashed down.

"Watch out!"

Before the soldiers behind him had time to warn, Colonel Brown drew his conductor’s blade and fiercely slashed down.

"Watch out!"

Before the soldiers behind him had time to warn, Colonel Brown drew his conductor’s blade and fiercely slashed down.