He swore allegiance, enlisted in the army, and was awarded the rank of chief officers. Faced with a series of orders issued by the superiors, Ali was completely stunned. He shrank and did not know how to reply, and looked at the general and duke timidly. Until the latter's chief guard, Raymond Jacques, walked forward and taught the young black man step by step, completing this simple and sacred ceremony.

"My brother and I are free people and do not want to be slaves!" My sister Rolina obviously didn't understand the actual meaning of oath and enthronement. When she saw that her always smart and brave brother was manipulated by a white officer like a fool, she protested at Desay in anger.

Hearing this angry words, all the French laughed. Becoming a close servant to the duke, but the supreme and glorious thing was misunderstood by the little girl. The happy vitality immediately spread to the soldiers blocked by the guards. There was a soldier who was weirdly fiddling with his tone, "Hey, cute black beauty, the general recruits your brother, I will conquer you, how about it?"

Desai had long noticed Rolina, who was stubborn and had white and chocolatey skin. In the first impression of the time traveler, this light-skinned beauty looked like Beyoncé Giselle North (a famous American pop queen singer, sexy and perfect goddess). The difference is that Rolina is younger, has whiter skin, and looks more youthful and energetic.

The laughter of the crowd and the ridiculous slander made Rolina blush and her feet leapt, and tears kept rolling in her eyes. She tried to shake off Ali and tried to dissuade her arm. She stared at the white soldiers with a firm expression and a crystal-clear tears. She said word by word: "We don't go anywhere. My brother and I have hard-working hands to make money here. We will buy land in the future to build our own happy home!"

Faced with the little girl's accusation, Desai smiled. Of course, this was not the brief calm before anger, but the sweet memories of the past. Once upon a time traveler's early stage in his business, when he was in the poorest and most destitute, there was also such a weak-looking girl standing beside her. She bravely faced the family of a philistine who wanted to break up their two, and shouted loudly.

That is his wife, the unforgettable lover at another time.

At some point, Lieutenant Jacques whispered in his ear to the distracted and distracted superior.

Desai calmed down and felt a sense of sensation in his heart. He admired Rolina's rational anger and dignified and luxurious style. Perhaps she had African royal blood, or perhaps her biological father was a well-educated nobleman. In addition to her natural noble and elegant temperament, Desai believed that the light-skinned black beauty with a refreshing and fragrant body must like to take a bath on weekdays and had read somewhere. That was the fact that her words and deeds clearly contained traces of being influenced by modern civilized society.

The duke waved his hand and signaled his guard to take out a bag of coins and hand it to Ali, telling him: "This is your monthly military salary as the chief of the chief, and it is almost 1,000 riyals; your personal uniforms and other supplies will be collected by yourself after returning to the barracks; because you are not a soldier, you do not need weapons to fight; as for the quarterly war bonus, your direct commander, my guard, Lieutenant Jacques will be responsible for distributing it in place!"

Ali was excited to rub his hands with excitement about the duke's generous actions. That's right, 1 thousand riyal is equivalent to 1 thousand 200 Escudo, and the brother and sister may not make so much profit after working hard for two months. But soon, Ali immediately thought of her sister, promising her mother to protect Rolina's happiness for life and find a good man for her.

"But I still have Rolina to take care of. We can't separate. She can make egg tarts and all kinds of sweets and pastries!" The young black man didn't want to, nor did he dare to refuse the gift from the Duke, but he just hoped that he could bring his only relatives around him.

Desai shook his head expressionlessly, "I will worry about toothache, so I don't need to eat too much pastries and desserts!"

"She can help the chef in the barracks."

"There can't be women in the military camp, and there are some helpers in the kitchen."

"Then I would rather not be your chief officer!"

"No problem, the major military police will send you to the Military Law Office and be punished for desertion, because you just swore allegiance and accepted military pay."

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From the conversation between his brother and the general, Rolina realized that she had made a big mistake just now. The powerful general Duke gave his brother a decent and well-paid chef job. This was Ali's long-standing wish. He did not have to go to the battlefield and stayed in a safe barracks. He was not worried that the pimps would come to bully the brother and sister again, except for the Duke himself.

In desperation, Rolina blurted out: "Duke, I can be an orderly soldier, bring you tea and wash clothes, and you can do it for free."

Desai pursed his lips, and he said with a smile: "Of course the orderly soldiers have no wages or military pay, only a small amount of subsidy every day!" After that, surrounded by guards, the superiors turned around and walked towards the military camp, and the Ali brothers and sisters who were appointed also followed closely behind the team.

The Duke was happy, his plan succeeded. However, the soldiers who came to the market to wander around were a little unhappy. Everyone shouted, "Hehe, General, this is unfair. It's okay if you take the black cook away, but you also kidnapped our cutest black beauty. We were very injured, very injured!"

"Yes, yes, Duke. We need compensation and comfort to the wounded weak soul!"

"I agree that you should give each of us a bottle of high-quality red wine!"

Faced with the soldiers' kind jokes, Desai always smiled but said nothing. However, Major Pochi around him turned pale. The latter pulled his throat and shouted loudly at the soldiers and gangsters: "Who, who wants to compensate and red wine, will come to the Ministry of Military Police to register later."

As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers were silent and thunderous, and everyone quickly dispersed.

However, the romantic affair about the Duke of Hruna who found a black beauty who accompanied her bed was swept across every corner of the French barracks like a whirlwind on the ground. Whether it was leisure or duty, the soldiers gathered together and commented in an added tone, envy, happy, ridiculed, or ridiculed, and even the business of the prostitute-the black girl in the yard was much better.

But for Giovani, the former white master of Rolina, he suddenly became furious when he heard the news. He actually threw down his tools, jumped up, and yelled at the shameless black slave Rolina and the damn French general.

A black supervisor ran over after hearing the news. He opened his teeth and waved the whip in his hand, and hit the unruly white man's naked back. When the severe pain came from his back, Geowani woke up. He was no longer a respected sheriff in Porter City, but a white laborer driven by a lowly black slave. If he wanted to save his life, he had to work honestly, swallow his anger for any inhuman treatment, and not try to resist.

Just when Giovani was beaten, none of the busy "white workers" around him came to stand out. They all had dull expressions, always drooping their heads, mechanically waving hoes or shovels. Under the strict supervision of the black slaves, they worked hard to dig a wide circular trench and built a chest wall on the outside of the trench with the digging of soil and stones.

Whenever this part of the construction period was completed, huge oak trunks that had been cut off were transported by large trucks. Everyone then used iron saws to make them into deer villages and horses, and placed them in an open area dozens of meters away from the trench towards the city of Evora. Other oak trees were peeled off by craftsmen with axes, and the branches were cut into sharp pickets, and inserted into the trench obliquely, forming an insurmountable obstacle.

At the same time, on the side of the battlefield chest wall, a lookout tower more than 20 meters high and built with huge oak trees will be built every 800 to 1,000 meters. Every day, French soldiers are on duty on the lookout tower.

According to the shameless words of the Duke of Hruna, the white people had cruelly abused the slaves, so they had to accept a certain degree of punishment and do collective labor at the fortifications surrounding Evora. Once the entire fortification surrounding Evora was built, the French army promised to release all captured soldiers and Portuguese workers and give them freedom again.

Although they did not believe in the promises of the French, everyone had no choice but to do things according to the orders of the occupying army, hoping that the French generals could keep their promises. There were also people who tried to resist, but their fate was usually very miserable. If they were killed by soldiers with guns, it might be a lucky relief, but if they were to fall into the hands of the brutal nigger, they would be worse than death.

The black supervisors who were eager to retaliate would tie up the hands and feet of the white people who were causing trouble, then locked them on a cross made of wooden stakes, put them in the scorching sun, and exposed them to the sun throughout the day. At night, many people still failed to survive and died after being released. This was a cruel method for slave owners to punish black slaves, but now they are used by the latter.

The French soldiers who were staying on the watchtower turned a blind eye and ignored the facts of black abuse of civilians. When General Bellsford in the city of Evora witnessed this tragic situation through a telescope, he sent people to protest the most serious against Duke Hruna, demanding that the inhumane treatment of Portuguese civilians and captured soldiers be lifted immediately.

After just a glance, Desai threw the British general's protest letter to the ground at will, bluntly saying that Portuguese civilians and prisoners of war were not worthy of money and were not worthy of his sympathy. Finally, Desai re-expressed the words he once warned the artillery commander to the British envoy: War is war, and its purpose is not to win people's favor! War is hell! If these people want to stop all this and want peace, General Bellsford and the soldiers and civilians of Evora whom he defended should put down their weapons, surrender unconditionally, and take the initiative to stop the war!

Because Bellsford could not accept the so-called peace proposal for unconditional surrender proposed by Desay, the physical and mental trauma caused by this battlefield is still continuing and aggravating.

On July 22, the seventh day of the French besieging the city of Evora. After noon, the French fortifications surrounding more than 30 kilometers long were finally over, and the entire Evora Fortress has now been completely trapped by the French. However, within a week before and after, Portuguese civilians and prisoners of war paid more than 300 lives for this.

At the same time, the French general also fulfilled his promise. He sent people to inform him that more than 30,000 workers would be released, which should be said to be deported to the city of Evora, and was also allowed to carry their own personal belongings, including food, livestock and carts.

Although she could not return to her homeland, it was also a happy thing to get rid of the damn black man's bullying. Sarah decided to make a delicious meal to celebrate the survival of the family of four. She asked her eldest son Simang to take care of his 6-year-old brother Juan, and to pull her depressed husband, the two went to the market to buy some ingredients together.

One hour later, when the couple returned to the camping site, they heard a few dull explosions. The direction of the sound came from the large plains of the Evora Fortress. They all wondered if another unfortunate unlucky person touched the mines buried by the French army.

At the beginning, Sara and Giovani didn't care much. When they suddenly found that their eldest son Simao and his younger son Juan were not in the tent, the couple panicked, and threw down the ingredients in their hands, shouted loudly, and ran towards the explosion.

On the other end of the chest wall, the crazy Sarah and Giovani were blocked by several French soldiers, and were then forced into the crowd by the shaky bayonet. During this period, someone knew Sarah and Giovani, so he told them a bad news: Little Juan accidentally hit a thunder while running on the grassland privately. After learning the news, Ximang rushed to rescue his younger brother, but was also killed by a landmine. Now, the two brothers are lying in a pool of blood, waiting for the French engineers to come and collect the bodies.

When the poor mother heard the bad news that her two sons died from thunder, she fainted in the crowd without saying a word. Giovani shook her body and stood up strongly. There was no pain or tears on his face, but the endless hatred and anger in his heart.

After entrusting a female neighbor to take care of her unconscious wife, Giovani turned around and returned to the camp. He got into the tent, took out a sharp dagger from a large pocket, hid it around his waist, and then walked out towards the Phra Battalion.

Thirty minutes later, Sara, who had just woken up from her coma, encountered a thunderbolt from the sky again. She lost her two sons and lost her husband. Because she was eager to take revenge, Giovani actually waved her dagger and rushed to the heavily harshly garrisoned Battalion. After the warning was invalid, several sentries on duty finally shot and killed the Portuguese mob.
Chapter completed!