In sum, these formerly enslaved rebel fighters in 18th-century Surinam went back to the scene of battle to hold their enemies in place with gunfire and noise, plus top-notch aggro and rhetoric, to cover the preparations for the community's escape. They then slipped away over a hidden floating bridge that enabled them to cross unnavigable swamp, then ran off laughing through the jungle, the survivors safe and families together with plenty of supplies. The level of brilliance, I just... so, so fucking ingenious, even racists who looked down on them were floored by honest admiration.