Chapter 684: Dead people will not vote, and winning is the good master of America!

Sacramento River Estuary.

The pontoon bridge on the river was shaking in the sea breeze, and the creaking of wooden boards mixed with the sound of war horses, like the sound of death sharpening a knife. Sherman stood on the high ground on the north bank, and the copper ring of the telescope made his eyebrows turn blue. The woods on the other side of the river were quiet, as if nothing was there, but it was too quiet, not even a bird!

"Let the First Cavalry Team pass first!" He shouted at the messenger, "Tell the Texas guys that they are ready to turn around and return at any time. If the yellow monkey on the other side fires, they must withdraw immediately!"

After giving the order, Sherman rode his horse down the high slope and headed towards his artillery position.

When the first cavalry of California militia stepped onto the pontoon bridge, the horses fluttered their manes uneasily, and the air on both sides of the estuary of the Sacramento River was tense and frozen.

"boom--!"

A 9-pound shell from a California militia suddenly shot out from the bushes on the north shore and smashed into the lurking woodland of the Free Army. The bounce point was only thirty or forty yards away from the California Free Army's artillery position, and the splashed mud almost hit the gunner Wang Afu's face. The Guangdong boy trembled all over, and the torch in his hand fell on the gunpowder box.

"Take your mother!" The new recruit who had only been in the army for two months became hot. He completely forgot that he was ambushing him. He actually picked up a hole for ignition. The fuse of the 12-pound cannon "hissed" and burned. The cannon leader on the side was about to stop it, but the shotgun had swept across the river like an iron broom. Several cavalrymen who were crossing the river and their horses were beaten into blood gourds. The remaining California civilian cavalry turned around and ran towards the north shore.

"As a result, there is an ambush!" Sherman was excited and pulled out the sabre on the artillery position of the California Civilian Army, "Fire! All the fucking fire!"

"Boom--!"

The roar of 24 12-pound cannons hidden in the woods and the 9-pound cannons roared the river beach. The artillery position of the Free Army, which was exposed to the target, was instantly covered by gunpowder. The gun mount of a 12-pound cannon was smashed by solid bullets, and the cast iron cannon barrel rolled down the earth slope, crushing the left leg of the loading hand.

Chen Yucheng, who knew that the ambush he set up was "deceived" by his opponent, was also a little annoyed - these new recruits from the American Real Quest Sect are incomparable to the real Taiping Army!

Chen Yucheng looked back and kicked a new recruit who had his head tucked over: "Take all 48 guns! Fill the shotgun to replace the solid bullets and flatten the woods on the other side!"

The artillery positions of the Free Army were boiling. The gunners were bare-handed, and the iron rod opened the residue of the fire door, and took out the vinegar jar to pour it into the hot barrel chamber to cool down. Veteran Wang Mazi grabbed a six-pound gunpowder bag and stuffed it into the muzzle, and a solid shot put hit the rifle heavily.

"put!"

The roar of 48 cannons shaking the river surface trembled three times. The civil fortifications of California militia in the forest on the other side collapsed like paper. Sherman's military cap was also blown away by the air waves brought by a 12-pound bullet, but he was not panicked at all and ordered with a grim smile:

"Retreat! Retreat to the northern highlands! Leave the pontoon bridge to these yellow pigs!"

Chen Yucheng looked at the back of the US military fleeing north in a hurry, gritted his teeth and smiled at Lai Wenguang beside him, saying, "Biden Lai, these California guys ran away as soon as they fought. Is he trying to trick us across the river and form a lineup, and then fight against the federal cruiser on the sea to attack us from both sides, right?"

Lai Wenguang smiled and said, "Chen Chanjun, you are the Prime Minister's beloved general. Just tell me how you want to beat you!"

Chen Yucheng said: "Biden, you will take the Mexicans and four infantry regiments around the Black Water. We will make their dumplings!"

"Okay! Kill him, don't leave any armor!"

Lai Wenguang grinned and turned over the horse. Murita's Mexican cavalry was already ready to go behind the woods on the shore.

Meanwhile, Bigler and Sherman had led their troops to a high ground on the north shore and quickly reorganized their formation. He rode back and forth on his horse, holding his saber high, and roaring at the top of his lungs:

"White people are supreme! Kill the yellow-skinned monkey! Kill the Mexican!"

“White people are supreme.”

The California militia also gasped and shouted, aiming all the guns at the south.

Seeing that the California militia under his command were all very morale, California militia commander Bigler also felt a little victory in his eyes and ordered loudly: "Set the rocket and launch the signal rocket!"

In the San Francisco Bay, the steam engine of the Susquehanna rumbled and gasped. Captain Dalgren put down his telescope and sucked a few breaths of the "sweet" air in the San Francisco Bay.

"Terminal thirty degrees on the port side, go forward at full speed!" He roared at the commander, "Target. The mouth of the Sacratomen River!"

The paddlewheel of the "giant ship" "Sasquehanna" with a displacement of 2,400 tons stirred up turbid waves, and the bow of the ship split the sea water in the San Francisco Bay. When the hull headed towards the narrow waterway at the mouth of the Sacratomen River, the first mate of the "giant ship" suddenly shouted: "That iron turtle is here!"

Dalgren turned around and looked back, and saw the ugly "patch ship" "twist" spraying black smoke, shaking behind his "Sasquehanna" ass, it was like a little mouse running at an elephant. It was so funny.

"Don't worry about it for now," Dalgren retracted his gaze and pointed at the mouth of the river, "Let's go and kill the yellow-skinned monkey!"

Zhang Bao's "patch boat" lies on the water like a crocodile and moves forward with difficulty. The iron-armored boat, modified by an inland tugboat, has a displacement of less than 300 pieces. The hull is covered with the latest armored steel plate produced by Xuzhou Iron and Steel Plant. The thin barrel of the 70mm rear-loading gun poked out from an open gun window located at the bow of the ship.

"Add another shovel of coal" Zhang Bao stood next to the 70mm cannon, staring at the "giant ship" that he had been chasing for all night, and loudly ordered the boiler to add more strength.

At this moment, the Susquehanna in front suddenly slowed down. It turned out that the big ship had already entered the shallow water area and had to sail carefully. This gave Zhang Bao's "patch ship" the chance to catch up.

"Let me go!" Zhang Bao pointed his muzzle at the butt of the "Sasquehanna".

"Recharge!"

The gunner Lao Wu cursed his mother in Cantonese and pushed the bitter sour shell into the breeze: "Brother Qi (bastard), you're eating shit!"

"boom!"

The first shell penetrated the tail cabin of the Susquehanna. The picy acid ignited the canvas rigging, and the flames instantly rushed up the mast.

"How is this possible?" Dalgren couldn't believe his eyes. The "patch ship" gun was too accurate, right? It was four or five hundred yards away, and he actually hit the starting lineup!

"boom!"

Less than a minute after the first pico shell hit the tail compartment of the Susquehanna, another pico shell exploded on the deck of the Susquehanna, and instantly knocked down several sailors who were extinguishing the fire.

"Two shots in a minute are the hell, it's the rear-loading gun!"

Dahlgren didn't care about the California Free Army and California militia that were lined up on the shore, so he hurriedly commanded his "giant ship" to turn around and exchange fire with the "patch ship" - a rear-loading gun that could fight bitter sour shells must keep aiming at the "Sasquehanna" and fire dozens of rounds, and this "giant ship" must also sink!

But how could Zhang Bao give the "Sasquehana" a chance to use its large-caliber artillery hammer comfortably? He took advantage of the "Sasquehana" slowing down and turning in the shallows, directing the "patch ship" to bite the "Sasquehana" tightly and use the 70mm rear-loading gun to fire picric acid shells. In less than 40 minutes, the unlucky 2,400-ton wooden ship was hit by at least 20 picric acid shells! He was beaten to pieces and bruised all over his body, and a yellow-green poisonous fire rose!

Although the Susquehanna also fired dozens of large-caliber shells and two solid bullets hit the steel plate of the "patch ship", the result was two loud "Dangdang" and it bounced open directly!

"This, this is an iron ship!" When Dalgren exclaimed, the "giant ship" under his feet suddenly shaking violently, followed by a dull "rumbling" sound, and then he couldn't move.

The Susquehanna hit the beach and ran aground!

Now it's going to become a living target!

"Abandon, abandon the ship." Dalgren trembled and said what he was most reluctant to say in his life.

The north bank of the Sacramento River, bison slope.

Sherman, who was commanding his California militia to launch wave after wave of attacks against the fierce artillery of the California Free Army, was standing on the high ground, watching the "Sasquehanna" igniting a sky-high fire and still stranded on the river beach, and his whole body was numb.

What's going on? Such a big ship was beaten like this by a small broken ship covered in "patches".

"Col. Commander asked you to lead the cavalry to the rear to block the yellow-skinned monkey's detour troops!"

A messenger came and told Sherman another bad news.

"Turn around." Sherman looked back and saw a large group of Mexican cavalry coming under the dust!

"Damn!" He pulled out his saber and roared at the top of his lungs:

"White California will never fall! Cavalry team-charge!"

Six or seven hundred California cavalrymen followed Sherman with their sabers and followed him through the already chaotic battlefield, facing the Mexican cavalry of Mureta. Two torrents of steel collided fiercely on the river beach, the light of the sword flashed and blood splashed. Sherman slashed the throat of a Mexican cavalry with one knife, and his blood squirted his face, but before he could catch his breath, another scimitar slashed at him-

"when!"

His saber blocked the attack and the tiger's mouth was numb. Murita grinned and rode his horse towards him. The blade struck Sherman's cheek, leaving a blood mark.

"Long live Mexico!" Mureta roared wildly, the sword light was like lightning.

Sherman gritted his teeth and fought back, forming a group with Mureta, but he and his cavalry tried their best to block Mureta's Mexican cavalry.

When the infantry led by Lai Wenguang appeared on the west side of the battlefield, Bigler was shouting on the artillery position: "Load grape bullets! Blast the waists of the yellow-skinned monkeys!"

"Sir! We were wrapped..."

Bigler's eyes were red and he breathed rapidly. He suddenly felt hot all over, and he pulled open the buttons of his military uniform to reveal his furry chest: "The guards gather! For the glory of white California!"

More than seventy elites from white California masters immediately gathered beside him. They held bayonet rifles and stepped on the bodies of their comrades, rushed towards the tide of the Free Army infantry that was rushing towards the tide of the tide.

The slogan "White California will never fall" instantly overshadowed the sound of cannons and gunshots on the battlefield.

Lai Wenguang's infantry was forced back by this suicide charge for a full 200 yards. By the time they reorganized their formation, Bigler's intestines had already flowed to his knees - three lead bullets broke his abdomen.

When the setting sun dyed the Sacramento River blood, Sherman fled to Sacramento with the last three hundred riders. His saber was only half left, and the blade was filled with the blood sauce of the Mexicans.

"Chasing! Chase!" Xianfeng (Zhao Si) riding a war horse shouted everywhere on the battlefield, "The dead will not vote! Kill one more, and the parliament will have fewer votes against it next year!"

Chen Yucheng tied the reins and looked at the layers of corpses on the battlefield, but he was full of doubts - what country is this America? What are they doing when they kill people and vote?

The wreckage of the "Sasquehanna" floated on the surface of the river, and the charred federal flag slowly sank to the bottom of the water. Zhang Bao's "patch ship" was salvaging the prisoners. A white official suddenly struggled and shouted: "You are rebellion! Article 5 of the Constitution..."

"Bang!" answered him with a gunshot.
Chapter completed!