Caribbean Tide of Independence

The English cannons began to roar.

And the Black rebel army inside Nassau—oh, they should now be called the "Bahamian National Army"—immediately answered with cannon fire of their own.

Last time, Gallisonière had delivered ten cannons to them. Added to what they already possessed, there were now seventeen guns in the city, with even fiercer firepower than the English.

General Brand kept urging his troops forward. Based on his experience fighting the Black rebel army over the past few months, as long as his soldiers could close to flintlock-gun range, they could swiftly crush the enemy with their overwhelming advantage in training and equipment.

Even if his side had only half, or even a quarter, of the enemy's numbers, those Negroes would not have the nerve to trade fire with the English Army.

What was more, he held an enormous advantage in troop numbers this time.

Retaking Nassau was only a matter of time.

At the French Army's temporary command post, Lieutenant Colonel Gallisonière saw through his telescope that the English Army had drawn very close to the Bahamian National Army's defensive line. He then turned to look behind and to the side, and could not help frowning faintly.

Just then, a burst of gunfire came from the southeast.

Gallisonière's brow immediately relaxed. He picked up the pipe and pen from a small table beside him and slipped them into his pocket.

Before long, a Messenger rode over and called loudly, "General, our flank is under attack. The enemy has more than two thousand Infantry and a small number of cavalry."

Gallisonière nodded and said to the staff officer as calmly as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze, "Send the order. The 17th Infantry Regiment and the Charolais Infantry Regiment are to withdraw toward the harbor. The cavalry is to