How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony

Chapter 236: Tree of Liberty (7)

Pain spread from Alonso’s head throughout his entire body. At the same time, his whole body wouldn’t move properly, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Sharp pain like a knife and drowsiness that spread like clouds gave contrasting sensations as they penetrated Alonso’s entire body.

Through blurry eyes, he witnessed a chaotic scene. More than a dozen men armed with guns and swords were being mercilessly beaten by dozens of people armed with only stones and bare fists.

The muskets of this era were good for hunting animals and intimidating the ignorant, but not suitable weapons against enemies approaching at close range.

Swords, too, were difficult to wield properly in the midst of dozens of people fighting in a tangled mass. They couldn’t handle those who desperately bit with their teeth, hit with their fists, and kicked with their feet.

That’s how the vigilante members fell one by one. Likewise, even more slaves fell. In the street that suddenly became chaotic, spectators and passersby fled in terror.

And then.

“Look, the slaves killed the vigilante members!”

This is San Agustin.

The place with the most soldiers prepared in Florida.

After a few minutes, dozens of armed soldiers rushed in, cutting through the crowd.

Unlike the vigilante members, they were properly armed with breastplates and more accustomed to killing. They appeared as the final variable in a fight that was nearly finished.

The slaves, who had seized the guns and swords from the vigilante members and were covered in blood, began to scatter and flee among the crowd. They believed Alonso’s body would be left behind.

“G-Good heavens…! Father! Father!”

In the midst of this, heavy hands picked up his body. A broad back carried him.