Time travel rebellion, I'm serious

In the Chinese army camp in Salta Carvalho Province, there is a huge open space in front of the largest tent.

At this time, the sun has set on the hillside, and a bonfire is lit in the open space. The surroundings are filled with tables and covered with soft silk. The slaughtered mutton is roasting. The shaking red wine glass and the maid twisting her waist and buttocks form a wonderful movement. .

"Sir James, please!"

Baron Morrison, who had just been elected governor, gently clinked his wine glasses with Sir James, and then talked in a low voice.

"I have prepared a gift for you and placed it in your tent. I hope you like it!"

As to what the gift was, Baron Morrison did not say, nor did Sir James ask.

Anyway, gifts are very precious and very common!

"Gentlemen, dance!"

The extravagant dance party reached its climax with Baron Morrison's speech, and an open-air party began.

Although it was dark night, under the light of the bonfire and through the transparent silk, the guards and soldiers stationed outside could still see clearly.

"Gudong!"

Some soldiers couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"Don't think about it, it's not yours!"

The comrade next to him reminded him, "Don't think too much. The nobles are not from the same world as them, and those women are not something they can covet."

"No, no," the soldier's face turned red, "I'm just hungry, that barbecue (╯▽╰) smells so good~~."

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach rumbled, proving that he was really just hungry!

In response, the comrades beside him sighed softly: "This meat is not ours either!"

The soldier felt aggrieved, "But I raised this sheep!"

"That belongs to the noble lord, not you!"

The soldier pursed his lips, "I picked it up from the mountains, I raised it, and I paid taxes!"

The comrade next to him comforted him, "You said you picked it up, so this belongs to the noble master, but he just left it here for you to raise!"

The soldier felt aggrieved, "I didn't say it didn't belong to the master, it's just that since I raised it, the wool is not mine, and even the sheepskin is not mine. I just want to eat a bite of meat!"

"It's not okay to eat meat, it's the master's meat!"

"The old man will stink after eating it all!"

"Throw it away if it stinks, it's not ours, we have no right to eat it!"

The two of them were talking quietly to each other. The so-called upper class people and lower class people were not in the same world. There was an unparalleled natural chasm between them!

"Stop thinking about it, I have a straw cake here, you can eat it!"

"Oh, thank you, Uncle Tom!"

Tom was more than ten years older than the soldier. He regarded the fifteen-year-old soldier as his own child and persuaded him to accept his fate.

Because his thirty years of life told him to accept his fate!

After all, this is the world of gods. Without a surname, they do not have the blood of gods. Even free people, even if they have made great military exploits, cannot become nobles.

Just as the doctrine says, everything in this world was created by God, so every plant and tree, even the ants on the ground, belong to the nobility, because the nobility are all descendants of God.

Therefore, the nobles were generous and kind. They allowed the untouchables to survive and gave them food. All they asked for was to believe in the gods for a lifetime.

As the teachings say, they are lambs, so they don’t need to eat too much grain. They can live very well with straw cakes and grain.

Tom didn't know whether this was right or wrong, but he could only assume it was right.

Because of belief in God, the soul can ascend to heaven after death, where trees grow with beef and white bread, and rivers flow with milk and honey.

Therefore, he can only take it as true! !

Late at night,

It's also cold,

Light clouds and mist rose in the camp, and the clouds and mist were deeper in the mountains and forests. They looked so ghostly under the light of the torches!

"It's dew!"

Touching the slightly damp leather, Li Yunlong let out a sigh of relief in a valley.

"Everyone, get ready, wrap up the mouths of these animals, wrap up their hooves, and make sure not to make any noise, do you understand?"

"understand!"

A small voice of understanding sounded in the valley, and no one dared to be careless at this time.

"Light the incense!"

At this time, the first battalion had been divided into five parts. Li Yunlong led one team, Xin Jijiu led one team, and the three deputy battalion commanders each led one team.

Among them, three teams participated in this attack, and the remaining two teams were recruited from outside. It can even be said that these three teams did not have many people participating in the attack.

By the way, anyone who takes the initiative to attack needs horses. The others were leading oxen and donkeys and mules, and they had already painted the tails of these animals with tung oil.

"Sacrifice wine, how many animals did we get today?"

In Xin Jijiu's team, they had fifty horses, which were the main force of the attack. This was something Xin Jijiu had worked hard for.

Li Yunlong was helpless towards this militant. He did not expect that there was someone more militant than him.

In desperation, the main attack task could only be handed over to Xin Jijiu.

It's outrageous!

Xin Jijiu smiled at the soldier's question.

"There are so many, all the animals add up to a thousand!"

"These Rakshasa are quite interesting. There are very few animals used for working, and most of them are donkeys. The cows are not used for plowing the fields, but also for producing milk and drinking milk."

"You can't even imagine that we sent people to buy these horses from Rakshasa merchants!"

As soon as these words came out, the captain of the brigade couldn't help but complain.

"Is Rakshasa so outrageous?"

"Who knows, anyway, that's the way it is, the horses are just not good enough, so just use them!"

As the incense in front of them burned out, the three teams walked out of their hiding places. Their goal was the camp where a large number of bonfires were burning in the first half of the night.

That kind of place that seems to be celebrating must be an important place for the enemy.

Soon, a group of people arrived at the attack site and waited quietly. After all, the timing was not very accurate, and after the incense was burned, it was just a marching order.

"Boom...boom!"

As a group of fireworks took off, the three troops were ready.

"ignition!"

As the torches were lit and the tails of the oxen were burned, it was discovered that all the animals had a straight spike on their necks.

This spike ensures that these animals can only run forward crazily and cannot turn around.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the screams of animals rang out, and then they rushed madly towards the Rakshasa camp.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

There were shrill screams and incomparable panic in the Rakshasa barbarian camp.

"attack!"

When the time came, the three teams quickly launched an attack on the Rakshasa barbarian camp along the road that the animals had rushed out, aiming directly at their camp.

As a result, a brief attack passed quickly, but the Rakshasa camp was indeed in chaos until dawn.

"Who is the enemy? What are the losses?"

Baron Morrison, newly governor-general, survived the chaos and stabilized the situation, then immediately asked about the casualties and who exactly the enemy was.

The housekeeper looked sad.

"Sir, we don't know who the enemy is, but Sir James is dead, and so are Baron Dalton and Baron Saxon, who competed with you for governor yesterday."

"???"

Baron Morrison sat down on the ground and murmured:

"It's over!!!"

When he came back to his senses, after explaining a few words to the steward, he bumped directly into the spear.

He had to die, otherwise Morrison would really be doomed!