OBS Chapter 733: Emancipation Proclamation
Chapter 733: Emancipation Proclamation
Chapter 733: Emancipation Proclamation
"Be bolder?"
Giuliano looked a little strange. Twenty years ago, they had fought side by side.
I know the strength of Jeanna and others very well.
Strong, of course it is very strong.
But I'm afraid it's still not as strong as Texas, which has been developing for 20 years.
He said very tactfully: "Madam, I don't want you to sacrifice yourself in exchange for victory this time."
Jeanna couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't worry, even though only half a year has passed, our strength shouldn't have changed much, but don't forget, we're just getting back our previous strength."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Before I came here, my Lord had discussed with me how Texas could use a small force to achieve a big victory."
“Mr. Giuliano, Louisiana is a good place, with vast plains and dense river networks, which gave rise to its thriving plantation economy. However, due to the extremely sparse population of the Thirteen Colonies compared to its vast territory, it had to use a large number of black slaves.
According to what you said, in Louisiana at this time, the number of African Americans is greater than that of the white people who are the ruling class, and they already account for more than 60%. Is this true?"
Giuliano's expression slightly changed, and he nodded, "That's true. Captain Losa wants to make a fuss about black slaves? But if he does so, won't it offend the British too much?"
There was almost no industry in the Thirteen Colonies today, and black slaves accounted for nearly half of the entire colonial population.
To turn the Thirteen Colonies upside down would be like knocking the most dazzling jewel on Queen Victoria's crown, except for India.
Jeanne sneered, "I've offended you. The British have one thing in common: in their eyes, weakness is the original sin! Texas must prove that even if she is beaten to death, she is still capable of biting off a piece of their flesh."
As for whether Texans would become "international outcasts" by starting a war first, that is not something they should consider at all.
After all, manipulating public opinion requires money. If newspapers are used overwhelmingly, even black news can be turned white.
Texas obviously doesn't have the capital.
Giuliano was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand. Let's do it!"
...
Louisiana, border town.
Two Dixie cowboys were drinking in the tavern. They had the typical red necks from being exposed to the sun, two revolvers on their waists, and wore loose and sturdy leather trousers and long boots.
They had just transported a herd of 300 cattle here, and after receiving the salary from the ranch owner, they immediately came to the tavern to indulge themselves.
The life of a cowboy is not leisurely. Not only do they have to sleep in the open air, but they also have to face many risks such as ferocious beasts in the wilderness, bandits, drug-stricken people, natives, cattle thieves, etc.
They did not have a smooth trip this time. There were six people when they came, but only two of them were left when they left.
If they were not lucky enough to avoid a cattle riot, it would be impossible for the two of them to transport the entire herd to their destination.
Among them, the bearded cowboy said worriedly: "I heard that Louisiana has been in turmoil these days. Let's rest for a day and return as soon as possible."
Another cowboy didn't take it seriously: "Isn't it always like this here? Especially on the border, there are reports every day of people and livestock being taken away and eaten by werewolves, but often those unlucky guys just drank too much and fell to death in the stinky ditch?"
"Hey, look at the people in this bar. Everyone is armed. This time is different from usual. I asked around and it seems like there's going to be a war."
After the bearded cowboy drank a glass of beer, he continued, "Many states have sent out volunteer armies. They claim that this is a new round of the Crusades, but everyone knows that they are here just to rob."
The companion couldn't help but be slightly moved: "Man, this seems to be an opportunity."
"what?"
"Hey, listen, do you really want to be a cowboy for life? Little money, a lot of work, and great risks. If we find a colonial gang to join, maybe after a war, we can become ranchers. Haven't you always wanted to have a ranch of your own?"
"Brother, you have a nice idea, but the people of Texas are not easy to mess with. Besides, those colonial gangs are secretly supported by real estate companies and financial groups. If you don't know the ins and outs of the people, they won't want you."
The bearded cowboy was very realistic. He was past the age of dreaming. "Wake up, I've seen too many people who like to fantasize over the years, like those gold diggers in our hometown. How many of them actually got gold back in the end?"
The two were drinking when they heard a commotion on the street.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of rapid horse hooves rang out, and hundreds of cowboys armed with long and short guns killed the military and police who blocked the road and rushed into the center of the town.
"Oh my God, who is this daring gang?"
The bearded cowboy quickly pulled him under the table. His voice was trembling: "Hey, man, I don't think they are gangsters. Did you see the golden star on the brim of their hats?"
“A Texan?”
In the tavern, some drunken colonial gangs immediately drew their weapons and started shooting at the enemies on the street.
The bearded cowboy held his companion's head tightly and said, "Don't be impulsive. Trust me, this is not a fight we can get involved in."
Things turned out just as the bearded cowboy had expected. Almost all of the cowboys who broke into the town center were sharpshooters. The chaotic gunfire lasted only for two minutes at most before it became sparse.
Looking again at this time, there was almost no one still standing in the pub, except for the unlucky guy behind the bar, who was lying on his back against the wall with bullet holes all over his body.
"Everyone, don't panic. We are the border guards of the Republic of Texas. We guarantee your personal safety as long as you don't attack us first."
The leader of the cowboy cavalry, Centurion Leon, said loudly.
He then raised his chin slightly, signaling his centurions and gang leaders to act according to the plan.
All I could hear was a commotion coming from the outskirts of the town, with occasional gunshots.
About half an hour later, Texas cavalry began to return one after another.
They led the black slaves who were tied with iron chains, and in just a moment, hundreds of black slaves filled the entire square.
"God bless you, these stupid Texans, are they here just to rob these slaves?"
The young cowboy lying under the table was somewhat puzzled. Although these black slaves were also important assets, how could they compare to gold, jewelry, and pounds that were easy to carry? Even in the Thirteen Colonies where gangs were rampant, no gang had ever been heard of robbing black slaves.
The bearded old cowboy guessed, "Maybe it's because those Texans lack labor."
But I saw the leader of the Texas cavalry picked out dozens of black slaves, ordered them to stand on the stage, and then raised an axe high. In front of the black slave's trembling face, he chopped off his shackles with one axe.
“Black brothers and sisters, I am Leon Basilicata from the Republic of Texas.
You have been living in endless darkness and pain for a long time. You have been deprived of your freedom and forced into slavery, suffering cruel abuse. Every year when I come to this town, I can see the bodies of black people hanging on the gallows. Are you really willing to live as a slave forever and ever, and for your descendants?"
A heavy cart was pushed over.
Leon lifted the tarpaulin covering the top, revealing the densely packed guns inside: "Black brothers, stand up and resist, and let those villains who oppress and discriminate against you witness your anger!"
"No one is born to be a slave, and no one is born superior because of the color of their skin. For your freedom, for your descendants!"
The deafening roar was like a thunderclap that hit the ears of every black slave present.