Many years later, when Renault returned to the African continent again, his inner feelings were mixed, and he was facing a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The familiarity is because of his skin color, and this continent is his hometown. Everything has not changed much from when he left that year. The disease still spreads in humid and hot areas, and drought will still lead to famine regularly. The kings and local tribes will start wars for various reasons. Thousands of prisoners of war or kidnapped blacks were replaced with guns, gunpowder and textiles after they were branded with red marks.

That is, Renault was wearing a North Navy uniform with the rank of major, otherwise he would be knocked and sent to a sailboat heading to Andes.

However, for Renault, who has lived in China for many years and has married and had children, this land looks so strange. Since he was only seven years old when he left, he could not remember where his hometown was. The more important thing was that he could not understand Yoruba at all. The only thing he could remember was his real name - Lamin labake.

However, when Renault spoke fluent French and asked many slave traders and even black slaves that had nothing to find, he had to come to the outskirts of St. Louis, kneeled on the bank of the Senegal River with tears on his face, facing the east, humming the song of his mother coaxing him to sleep, kissing the land, and taking away a pack of soil.

All memories began on that drizzling afternoon. Going forward, whether it was family, the village in his hometown, or the suffering experienced during the long journey to St. Louis, it had become a vague shadow in Renault's memory...

On October 7, 1792, when Zhao Xin and his friends arrived at Saint Louis by boat from Gore Island, it was the day after they arrived in the local area. Since he learned from his fellow translator De Ginie that the local area is the most important trading center for gold, ivory and gum arabic in West Africa, he wanted to go ashore while replenishing fresh water and some fresh food.

Entering the late 18th century, although European thinkers had changed from blind worship of classical China to contempt and criticism, there were no thinkers in the colonies. Everyone who came here had the only one word for money. Since the East was too far away, China, which produced tea and silk, was full of gold in the eyes of those who had never been there.

When Zhao Xin and his group walked into the port, they soon became the target of passers-by, and even caused traffic congestion. If it weren't for the French officers who accompanied him shouted and shouted and drove him away, the scene would have been even more chaotic.

What surprised the white people watching was that Zhao Xin and his group did not look like Chinese people with shaved heads, small braids and long gowns, but were wearing strange hats (baseball caps), no cheeks, dark green clothes, and a belt around their waists; except for a few people who looked a little thin, the rest were all strong. The most conspicuous one was Zhao Xin, who was 1.8 meters tall, and that head was rare even among Europeans in this year.

"Hoff, why do I feel like these guys don't look like Chinese?"

"Oh, Mr. Carrington, I have never met Chinese people. I have only heard of them from the people who have returned from the East before. Maybe just like the Scots and the English, China has different races."

"Hey~~Taylor, I remember you went to the East with the ship a few years ago. You probably met a lot of Chinese people, right?"

"Yes, but I only went to Macau. There are many Chinese people there, all with a small braid, which is completely different from the people in front of me."

"Then do you mean these are not Chinese?"

"I can't say this. Just as Mr. Hoff said, there may be many Chinese people."

"Look, there are a few French people in their team. Maybe they can meet them in the tavern at night, so you can ask them out."

Later, Zhao Xin and his party met the local sheriff under the recommendation of Degine. When they learned that Zhao Xin and the others were going to Paris, the guy from the declining noble looked haggard and frustrated. Compared with the distant local governance, it was much more timely to obtain news from the European continent here in Senegal.

"Mr. Degine, I advise you not to go to Paris, the current situation there is really bad."

“How to say it?”

"This is the news I just received the day before yesterday. It was brought by a merchant ship coming from Le Havre. Look." After the sheriff said that, he took out a letter and several expired newspapers from the drawer and handed them to Degine.

"Oh my God! They attacked the Duilary Palace! Princess de Lambara was also dead... They were actually planning to depose the king?! My God, this is simply crazy!"

The sheriff said helplessly: "Yes, sir, this is so crazy and hard to accept."

Deng Fei, who was standing by, heard the conversation between Dejine and the sheriff, and then whispered a few words to Zhao Xin beside him. After hearing this, Zhao Xin nodded silently, knowing that what the other party was talking about should be the "Duillari Palace Massacre" that happened on August 10 and the "September Massacre" that followed.

Although the freshly released "Marseille" cheered for freedom and resistance, the first thing the revolutionaries did when singing this song was to invade the Austrian Netherlands, and the result was a gray-headed and rat-faced attack by the Austrians. The French were defeated and even killed their general Dillon on the way to retreat...

On September 2, with Verdun falling, Brunswick, commander of the Pau coalition, heard that Louis XVI was arrested, so he threatened, saying that if the king's family was violated, the coalition would retaliate.

When the news reached Paris, the moderates in the National Convention were nothing but angry, the radical Jacobins and the trousers who were leading the bottom class were both angry.

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So a massacre against nobles and missionaries began in full swing.

The first appearance was Mara, who gave a two-hour incitement speech to the trousers who were unpopular in the tavern used by Jacobin Club to rally:

"The Prussians occupied Verdun! The nobles, priests, traitors and conspirators were waiting in prison for the arrival of their foreign masters! This would lead to a rebellion! They would incite the people to join the Prussian army... What should we do? Let me say, execute these traitors! Kill them all!"

The people of Paris were incited to their blood. Under the leadership of those who were interested, they picked up axes, pitchforks, and spears, broke into all prisons in Paris, and committed extremely cruel lynching on all prisoners suspected of supporting the king. Compared with the male prisoners who were directly hacked, stabbed to death, thrown from the tower, and even carried and smashed their heads, the female prisoners who suffered abuse were even more miserable.

The most unlucky one was Queen Mary's best friend, Princess De Lambala, 43. The "revolutionaries" went together, tore her clothes, spread her mouth, and constantly hit her teeth with sharp weapons, forcing her to wake up. Then she drove her to stand up and took turns to humiliate and torture her. Even when she was still awake, she cut off her hands and feet, cut off her stomach and cut her heart, and held her head to see the queen who was locked in the temple castle...

After the skin disease patient Mala proudly attributed the achievements of the massacre to himself. However, less than a year later, Charlotte Corde, who was a declining nobleman, killed him in the bathtub with a six-inch kitchen knife.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xin couldn't help but blurt out Mrs. Roland's famous last words: "Freedom, how many sins are used to do it in your name!"

Although Dejine had been in Guangzhou for several years, he had dated merchants from Thirteen ranks. He usually communicated in Cantonese and was not familiar with Northern Mandarin. At this time, he heard Zhao Xin's feelings and asked curiously: "Mr. Zhao, what are you talking about?"

After Zhao Xin boarded the Thor on Bourbon Island, he did not reveal his identity. He only said that his surname was Zhao and he was Deng Fei's good friend for many years. He had been staying on Beihai No. 2 before. There were many people coming to Beihai Town this time, and it was impossible for everyone to know Degenie and several French officers, so he had no doubts about this.

Deng Fei explained in French: "O Liberté, que de crimes on met en ton nom!"

The Frenchmen present were all stunned when they heard this. Degine murmured and repeated several times, then found a piece of paper to record it, and exclaimed: "Mr. Zhao, you said this very well!"

Zhao Xin smiled slightly and said that one family has fallen, and another family will rise in ten years. Although this "great revolution" is a historical necessity, in the end, the so-called revolutionary leaders have all come to the guillotine, which has become a bloody farce on earth. It is a pity that Mrs. Roland died.

Oh! Zhao Xin suddenly realized at this time and thought to himself that I had told someone about his famous saying. What if it was passed back to Paris, what would Mrs. Roland say then?

After leaving the sheriff's office, Zhao Xin and his group accompanied by local officials to go around the market in the city. After looking at several shops, he bought fifty ivory and hundreds of bags of arabic gum from one of them.

After negotiating the price with Deng Fei, the shop owner asked: "What are you planning to pay for? Eju or pounds? Or Mariatrice Lisa silver coins?"

Deng Fei smiled and said, "Do you want tea? The pure Wuyi BOHEA thé is of very good quality."

The shop owner looked happy and smiled and said, "Oh, I almost forgot that you came from the East. Let me calculate... You can exchange fifteen boxes of tea."

"Our boat is parked on the island of Gore, and I will have someone send the tea here later, so we can complete the transaction at the port."

"Okay!" The owner was very happy. Ivory and gum arabic were not very valuable locally, but tea was different. While he was talking, he saw a familiar face walking into the store, so he smiled and said, "Hey, Mr. Carrington. I just made a big deal, fifteen boxes of good Wuyi BOHEA thé, you can make a fortune by bringing it back to the UK. Do you want it?"

Carrington's eyes lit up when he heard this, and walked over and said, "This is a good deal, but I don't have much cash. I just collected more than a hundred slaves. Why would I take the slaves to you?"

The owner's face drooped as soon as he heard this, shook his head and said, "I'm just a store owner. What's the use of asking for slaves..."

He paused for a moment, turned to look at Deng Fei who was talking to Zhao Xin, and then walked over. Taking advantage of the pause of the two of them, he said kindly: "Sir, I have something I want to discuss with you. I wonder if you are willing to listen to my nagging?"

"you say."

"That's right, I'm very grateful for your tea. But I'm just a small businessman and I don't have a boat under my name, so I wanted to sell the tea to Mr. Carrington. Oh, he is an Englishman, and the British have a special liking for tea from the East, you know that."

"You keep going."

"Mr. Carrington told me that he had just collected a good batch of black slaves. Are you interested in this? I can guarantee that Mr. Carrington's goods are very good. Take them back for a little training. Whether you are farming or being a servant, you will definitely meet your requirements."

The shop owner was very good at making a plan. He saw that Zhao Xin and the others were not short of money, so he became an intermediary again. If the Chinese were willing to buy slaves, he could still earn an introduction fee.

Deng Fei was stunned after hearing this, thinking that I was just buying some ivory, why did I suddenly pull the black slave? Zhao Xin, who was standing beside him, jumped slightly after hearing the explanation, and then said to Deng Fei: "It's better to go and take a look first, it's a long experience."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! In this way, more than half an hour later, Zhao Xin and his party arrived at the outskirts of Saint Louis, on a river bank near the mouth of the Senegal River, where the owner called the "warehouse" is also here.

"This is the warehouse?"

When Zhao Xin, Deng Fei and his group saw the low, dim, and wet half-underground huts, they were all stunned. However, when Carrington's men opened a narrow door, a foul odor mixed with moisture hit the face, almost knocking Zhao Xinxun over. When he took the flashlight handed over by his subordinates, covered his nose with his cuffs, and shone it into the house under the surprised gaze of several white men, Zhao Xin's hair all exploded!

What a scene! All the black slaves in the room squatted naked in the filth, wearing iron covers on their necks and tied them together by iron chains, and they were also wearing heavy shackles on their feet. Everyone's faces were filled with fear and extreme despair!

At this time, Deng Fei looked around and saw several square stone piers about one-5 meters high under the several guardhouses on the river bank. Next to the stone piers, several slaves were lying in the depression of the tabletop and lowering their heads to drink water. Because their hands and feet were locked firmly on the iron rings on all sides of the stone piers, their hands and feet could not move, so they could only stretch their heads like cows and horses to drink.

Jiao Xun and Huang Chengji who were accompanying each other were both stunned when they saw this scene. Although some people used the market to buy and sell people under the Qing Dynasty, no one would treat their "cargo" like this. The two carefully observed everything around, including the shape of the building and the tragic situation of the black slaves, and were about to return to the ship and record it in the book.

Since the room was not big, as the flashlight moved, Zhao Xin soon saw a child curled up in the corner.

"What's wrong with him?"

When the slave trader Carrington was stunned for a moment when he heard the tall oriental man speak in English, he smiled and said, "So you can speak English. What is that thing in your hand? I have never seen anything like this before. I can exchange it with you with three, no, five slaves."
Chapter completed!