Chapter 38 Pre-War Simulation
This stretch of coast looked plain and even a little eerie. A large jungle with a dark green edge and white waves, like a white line drawn with a ruler, stretched straight along the blue ocean. A thin mist rose slowly, covering the sparkle of the sea water.
The land under the scorching sun seemed to be shining, steaming and dripping. Gray spots occasionally appeared in the white waves. When the "Anlis" sailed into the river mouth, several customs officers came to the customs station - they did not get on the ship. For these people, they only needed to drop a few dozen pesos and sail directly into the river mouth. Zhu Xianhai took a special look at the customs station at the river mouth. There was a small artillery near the customs station, and there were several soldiers beside the artillery, probably to protect those customs officers.
The tropical sun makes people drowsy, but at this moment Zhu Xianhai is full of energy.
"Brother Zhu, we should be there soon. I remember this river. When we first came here by boat, it only took us one day to reach the gold mine."
Gold mine!
The gold mine they were talking about was located between the cities of Coratina and Lini, and was run by a British. Although it was small, Zhu Xianhai still found the gold mine.
After all, gold mines are always extremely special in this era, let alone a gold mine with thousands of miners.
As the boat went upstream along the wide river, Zhu Xianhai, lying on the bed, closed his eyes and called out.
"system!"
Now that it has come to this, Zhu Xianhai is naturally impatient to simulate the situation that will follow.
…
Everything went more smoothly than Zhu Xianhai had imagined. For the guards of the gold mine, they never worried about attacks from outside.
Attack?
Aboriginal people?
The nearest natives were hundreds of miles away. If there were any natives, they would probably howl with excitement and capture the natives as slaves. The men would pan for gold in the mines, and the women would serve as tools to vent their desires and give birth to slaves.
The next morning, Zhu Xianhai and his team defeated the guards of the gold mine. The guards, who were armed with muzzle-loading rifles and only had a few revolvers, were no match for Zhu Xianhai and his team. In the fierce battle, the powerful firepower of the Henry rifle was hard to resist, and the guards were either killed or fled in a hurry.
If there was any flaw, it was that the defeated guards and gold mine employees fled the gold mines by steamboat.
The compatriots who were sold to the mines were rescued.
1,786 people!
The number of people was beyond Zhu Xianhai's imagination. These compatriots who had suffered four years of abuse and enslavement were liberated.
Faced with liberation, these compatriots were excited and thrilled. They cried out loudly, venting their emotions and expressing their inner excitement.
But what happened next was far beyond Zhu Xianhai's expectations.
Due to the shortage of boats, they had no choice but to leave the mine on foot. After a long journey of a day and a night, when they were about to reach the river mouth, they encountered a warship anchored on the shore.
The mine owner who escaped from the mine reported the news of the slave rebellion to the authorities, who sent troops. The arrival of the army changed everything.
As soon as the small and even somewhat shabby warship discovered them, it fired its cannons into the jungle, and the soldiers on the ship shot into the rain forest.
Faced with the army's blockade and gunfire, they could only flee into the rainforest in a hurry.
From that time on, everything became increasingly difficult. They did not have enough food, and even without the need for an army attack, the team was crushed by mosquitoes in the rain forest. After escaping into the rain forest, the god of death seemed to release swarms of mosquitoes and sprinkled them on them. They chased Zhu Xianhai and his party day and night, floating around and forming a buzzing cloud of ominous haze. The mosquitoes sucked their blood through their hats and clothes, injecting diseases into their bodies.
They wandered aimlessly in the rainforest, heading south, just like Li Fugui and his group did when they escaped. They moved forward along the road they had taken that year. The swamp in the rainforest was up to their waists. Everyone was tired and hungry. In the desperate rainforest, they had no fire, no beds, and no houses.
Along the way, people kept falling down, but no one stopped. For the slaves, they longed for freedom.
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Finally, their luck was not bad. After crossing the swamp and trudging all the way, they came to a river. The survivors made rafts with knives, axes and wood, and then they paddled the boats and moved along the winding river.
But what is waiting for them ahead?
It was hunger, the blockade of the Brazilian army, and the slave-hunting teams of the slave owners. In order to survive, they changed from fugitives to warriors, marching towards an unknown place.
"Where are we going?"
"A place of freedom!"
“Where is freedom?”
“Oppression is everywhere.”
"Then we will take freedom with guns."
[On July 19, 1865, you died of sepsis caused by a gunshot wound during the breakout...]
…
he died!
Again!
This time, he died a hero.
He even became a legend, a legendary figure a hundred years later, a legend in the entire American world. In the newspapers, Zhu Xianhai became the "Spartacus of Brazil " and the "slave liberator."
Of course he is also a hero!
His life experience is absolutely a legend.
He is also a scientist - the inventor of aspirin.
He was an expert in weapons - he held several patents for revolvers.
Still a hero!
A tragic hero.
If he had not chosen a different path to fight for freedom for the enslaved in order to save his compatriots, perhaps his achievements would have been unimaginable. Perhaps he would have become one of the greatest scientists in modern human history. Many people firmly believe this, and countless people feel sorry for him.
Even in the 21st century, there are still many debates about him on the Internet. His legendary experience and tragic ending have attracted the attention of countless historical researchers. His experience has even been written into novels and made into movies. He has even become a symbol, a symbol. In South America, for a hundred years, countless people have taken him as an example and devoted themselves to the cause of freedom. It seems that he has really become a spark.
Even Argentina's Che Guevara said during his visit to China that he was inspired by Zhu Xianhai and devoted himself to the cause of freedom.
Of course, their fates were similar in the end; they were all betrayed by the people they wanted to liberate...
Of course, on the other side of the ocean, as a Chinese who has a history of achieving great things overseas, his legend has supported countless self-media. Well, there are also many regions vying for the right to his hometown and building "former residences" one after another.
But no matter what, all this is not what Zhu Xianhai wants.
"I, I... Oh my god, this... all my work was in vain again!"
