Black Tide (Happy National Day)

The crowd stirred. Some were eager to try, but they feared it might be a trap. Having been caged for so long, even after losing their cages, they still feared taking a single step beyond the line.

Not until some Texas Cowboys impatiently tossed guns to nearby Black slaves did people gradually gather the courage to step forward.

Several Texas Cowboys handing out weapons patiently showed them how to use these old smoothbore muskets.

A gang boss quietly asked, "Boss, can they really pull this off?"

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

The Thirteen Colonies were, after all, the dominant power in the Americas. Though their industry was weak and they could only be considered a secondary power even by the time of the First World War, their sheer scale was there for all to see. Behind them stood the Great Britain Empire, birthplace of the Industrial Revolution and at the height of its power.

A mere one group—or even a dozen groups—of Black slaves, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, could only end up being crushed.

Lothar, who had devised the plan, had never imagined these Black people could establish a New Afrika that dominated the Americas.

Leon's expression remained calm. "But freedom is sometimes more important than life, isn't it?"

The Black slaves of Louisiana actually lived passably well. Every month, they received seven jin of fish or pork and a bushel of grain. Compared to serfs and tenant farmers in many countries during the same period, they were far better off.

After all, they were important laborers—livestock equivalent to cattle and horses, purchased from slave ships that crossed the ocean. If they were not fed properly, how could they maintain healthy bodies to create wealth for the plantation owners?

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