Chapter 694 Xianfeng: If you can’t choose, go to Washington!

In early spring in Osaka Castle, the cold wind is still bitter. The water surface of the moat is sparkling, reflecting the towering city walls. This military fortress, which originally belonged to the Tokugawa Shogunate, has now fallen into the hands of the Masayo Sect and has been transformed into the residence of the Japanese Archbishop of the Masayo Sect.

Friedrich was standing on the high wall of Osaka Castle, nodding at the solemn samurai on both sides of the road outside the city. They were wearing uniform black formations, golden "rice-ear cross pattern" embroidered on their chests, a tae knife on their waists, and a brand new three-year-old rifled rifle on their shoulders - this is the standard weapon of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the North Korean Heavenly Kingdom Army. Hong Daquan also equipped the Zhenyou Sect.

"Where is this still a sect?" Bai Siwen held his pipe in his mouth and squinted his eyes at the Zhenyou Sect samurai outside the city. "This is clearly a feudal lord in Japan!"

Friedrich lowered his head and recorded what he saw and heard, and the tip of his pen rustled on the paper: "The second part of "The Eastward Journey" was written in February 1860, Osaka. Japan's True Deal Sect has obviously completely become completely Japanese, transforming from a progressive sect that promotes the "Great Harmony of the World" into a religious military group."

Bai Siwen swept Friedrich's notebook and then sneered: "It's not just Japan? Now the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom has become a country ruled by bureaucrats and nobles? Two hundred thousand 'old brothers' have become nobles. Their children can be admitted to the Junior Army and Navy Junior Military Academy, and others who want to be officials have to take the imperial examination system are back!"

Friedrich nodded and said, "In fact, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is relatively fair. Although the back door of the Young Military Academy to the Army and Naval Academy was opened, if these noble children want to be civil servants or go to college, they still have to take the exam like ordinary people."

"Isn't this the same way as the Song Dynasty, Ming Dynasty, and Qing Dynasty?" Bai Siwen exhaled a mouthful of smoke, "And Yang Xiuqing's Taiping Army is also becoming a 'new two squad' in North Korea! It has monopolized the way of becoming an official."

Friedrich smiled bitterly and said, "There are too few opportunities for North Korea's heaven. Yang Xiuqing has 100,000 new and old brothers under his command. It is not enough for them to monopolize the upward channel!"

As he was speaking, neat footsteps came from a distance. A team of armed witches and warriors slowly walked up, with more than two thousand people. The witches were wearing white clothes and scarlet wagyu, holding long swords, and sang in unison: Amaterasu's god descended to Penglai, rice ears drooped to cleanse the dust. Serve the two kings to inherit the will of heaven, and the cherry blossoms fell on the sky gate.

The singing is melodious, but it carries a kind of almost fanatical piety. In the center of the team is a large red-lacquered sedan carried by thirty-six people. The curtains are hanging low, and the figure sitting inside can be seen - Daozi, Yang Xiuqing's "God Concubine", a woman who is about to take over as the vice archbishop of the True Quotation of Japan.

When the team arrived at the gate of the Archdiocese Church, the Japanese believers on both sides of the road bent down and bowed, as if welcoming a vassal lord, and were welcoming a "female general"!

Daozi's sedan chair slowly marched on the road outside Osaka Castle, with the footsteps of the thirty-six strong men in a uniform manner - they were all samurai of the True Talk School, and also her "direct ginseng" of Kumamoto Daozi.

Daozi sat upright in the sedan chair, unconsciously stroking the golden cross on her chest. This was what Yang Xiuqing wore for her by herself on the night before leaving. The four Chinese characters "Dongwang Yongyao" on the back of the cross are her mission in Japan.

"Japan is just a silver mine." She remembered that when Yang Xiuqing said this, her finger was slashing across the Pyongyang City on the North Korean map. "What I want is the steel factory here, the arsenal here." His nails left a shallow scratch on the Korean Peninsula, but he didn't even look at the map of Japan spread out next to him.

Daozi knelt at his feet and poured wine carefully for him. "His Majesty the East King, the Japanese warriors are brave and good at fighting, if they can be conquered."

"Ha!" Yang Xiuqing suddenly laughed and reached out to pinch her chin. "My Japanese female general is loyal. But—" his thumb rubbed her lips heavily, "North Korea is the foundation of North Korea's heaven. As for Japan, dig as much as the silver you can, and you can conscript as many strong men as you can!"

The sedan chair suddenly bumped, and the rice came to his senses. Through the gap in the curtains, she saw the people bowing on both sides of the road and saw the fully armed warrior saluting her. These will become her subjects and her warriors.

"Your Majesty the East!" Daozi whispered in an inaudible voice, "I will definitely bring both Japanese hands to your feet, and I will let you know that Japan is your sharpest samurai sword! North Korea is not worth mentioning at all!"

In the main hall, two hundred representatives of the vassals and ministers knelt on both sides, and the atmosphere was solemn. Hong Daquan sat upright on the main seat, beside him was his director of the samurai and chief family, Chiba Yuna. This famous female swordsman, now commanded 300 "archbishops' direct samurai" and was about to follow Hong Daquan to North America.

When Daozi stepped into the hall, Qianye and Na suddenly stood up, pulled out their short knife to cut off a strand of black hair, raised their heads, and presented it to Hong Daquan, and sang loudly: "The waves of the sea surged to connect to the sky, and the holy envoy came to the west to break the mist. It was like a sword slashing the demon fog, and the sun was red in the east.

The three hundred warriors responded in unison and expressed their loyalty to their lord with a song.

Friedrich, who had entered the main hall to watch the ceremony, whispered to Baiswen: "They are not bidding farewell to a religious leader, but to a feudal lord who is about to go on expedition."

Bai Siwen sneered: "North America is not Japan, everyone has guns there!"

At this time, Hong Daquan suddenly stood up and turned to look at the altar in the hall.

Ten-year-old Takako Kumamoto was kneeling beside the altar, holding a quaint sword in her slender hands - the Heavenly King Sword, symbolizing the divine power of the True Job School in Japan. She lowered her eyelashes, and her tender face looked particularly solemn under the candlelight, as if she had long been used to such occasions.

Hong Daquan walked slowly to her, and his rough hands gently stroked her hair.

"Gaozi, from today on, you will serve Lord Daozi as you serve me." His voice was low and majestic.

Gao Zi raised his head, his dark eyes clear and firm: "Yes, my father."

Hong Daquan took the Heavenly King Sword, turned around and solemnly handed the sword to Nanmoto Daozi who had already kneeled at his feet.

"This sword is given by the Heavenly King, and it is the way of heaven." Hong Daquan's voice echoed in the hall, "From today, the Japanese True Talk Sect will be handed over to you for the time being."

Daozi took it with both hands, her fingertips trembled slightly. She lowered her head and stared at the lines on the scabbard and said softly: "Mr. Hong... Daozi will never let down the expectations of the King and the Lord of the East."

Hong Daquan raised his lips slightly, but he didn't smile and said no more. He just looked at Gao Zi for the last time, and the little girl was still kneeling like a pine tree, with a calm eyes.

"Taozi, from now on, you will follow your mother!"

Gao Zi kowtowed deeply: "Yes."

Hong Daquan nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and strode out of the hall, followed by Chiba and Na and the three hundred gang warriors.

Daozi looked at Hong Daquan's back and disappeared into the sunlight outside the hall gate, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the hilt of the sword. Gao Zi was still kneeling quietly beside her, with a little melancholy expression.

"My mother." Gao Zi suddenly spoke, his voice as light as snow, "Will you take me to see His Highness the King of Wu?"

Daozi was stunned and then smiled.

She whispered, "Yes. Wait until you grow up."

Meanwhile, in the O'Hara's banquet hall in Charleston, South Carolina, the Democratic National Convention is in a fierce quarrel.

"Split the Federation? That's treason!" Illinois Senator Stephen Douglas slapped the table, and the manuscript of the Constitution in his hand was wrinkled.

"If the federal government cannot protect our system, we have the right to withdraw!" Vice President John Breckenridge responded coldly. The 39-year-old Kentucky handsome man looked gloomy at the moment.

Xianfeng sat in the corner, playing with the Little Prophet Book given to him by Luo Yaoguo - this book records the Democratic Charleston Conference and the subsequent Baltimore Conference. The result of these two conferences was that the Democratic Party, which was already at a disadvantage, was divided into two.

One party launches two candidates to compete for the White House!

This reminded him of the fierce battles between him and Gong Laoliu and Nara before the fall of the Qing Dynasty. The disaster was coming, and the dog was still biting the dog inside.

The South Carolina governor suddenly stood up and pointed at Douglas and yelled: "You north rely on high tariffs to suck our blood! The three million dollars of tariffs were sucked out by Port Charleston last year!"

Pennsylvania representative slapped the table and fought back: "Without the federal army, your cotton has long been robbed by pirates!"

When Douglas said "It is possible to discuss gradual abolitionist", twelve southern representatives slammed the door and went out. Xianfeng noticed that Jefferson Davis's hand was pressed on the revolver holster but didn't know who he wanted to shoot the bullet at?

Late at night, Davis and Breckenridge secretly visited Xianfeng.

"Biden Zhao, what do you think we should do?" Davis asked in a low voice.

Xianfeng expanded the United States map and used a pipe to draw a red line on the dividing line of the north and south: "You should recommend Douglas to elect the president and his approval rating is higher than you!"

"What?!" Breckenridge almost jumped up, "That traitor?"

Xianfeng sneered: "Do you think he can choose?"

"I can't elect!" Breckenridge shook his head, "I can't elect. Now the Northern Free State overwhelmingly supports the Republican Party. It is estimated that the Republican candidates can get at least 150 electoral votes. Our Democratic Party has firmly won 9 of the 11 southern states, with a total of 72 votes. There is also a damn Constitutional United Party that will also promote people to run for election this time, claiming to take the middle route, and there will always be 20-40 votes. We have no chance of winning."

"Since there is no chance of winning, why are you fighting for?" Xianfeng glared at Breckenridge, "Are you going to lose your composure?"

"I, I have to let the American people know that if they do not support us in retaining slavery, our southern states will be withdrawn from the Union!"

"This" Xianfeng shook his head repeatedly, "Exiting the Federation is seeking death! If you want to win, you have to do this."

He opened the Anti-Sutra and pointed to one of the pages, "You have prepared guns and cannons, and after the election counts, you will send troops to Washington on the grounds of 'election fraud'! Take the initiative first and control the capital of the United States!"
Chapter completed!