Chapter 727 "Black Wall" Nicholas Zhao Si

November 7, 1861, Charleston Military Camp, Grand Playground.

The muffled sound of four thousand pairs of cowhide military boots shaking the ground was trembling slightly. Xianfeng stood on the viewing platform with a Japanese samurai sword, squinting his eyes at the black brigade's three-year rifle rifle under the stage, the "Steel Forest" composed of the Minnier rifle and the bayonet on the Enfield rifle was shining with cold light, which was even more dazzling than the sun in the early morning in South Carolina.

"Go ahead one by one!"

Zengke O'Hara's roar sounded. The black soldiers of the First Coat Group stepped on the drum beats and kicked the red mud. The "Bronze Waist Card for Raising Flags" on their belts jingled, which was so high!

When the queue passed by the viewing platform, rows of "black coats" suddenly shaking the bayonets. The cold light made Governor Francis Wilkinson Pickens feel very uneasy. The "black coat soldier" trained by Zhao Si seems a bit strong!

Although he had previously supported mobilizing the black slaves in South Carolina to kill the white master and consume the Yankees' troops. ::::. But the formation of the black slave brigade in front of him, why did the straight steps of the American force pillar mean a bit?

If the force of the nigger really becomes the pillar of the United States of America, then who is the master of this country? Can white people still be masters forever? This seems to be in line with the truth of the elders at the barrel of a gun?

"Francis, how do you think of my black coat?" Xianfeng's question was a bit proud and satisfied, interrupting the thoughts of the governor of South Carolina. His infantry of the "Black coat" army was trained according to the "Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Army Infantry Training Classic (Quick Edition)". The militias on the West Coast (In Xianfeng's view, California, Oregon, and Washington state are almost becoming San Francisco) were also trained according to this version of the training class.

Like the ancestral training exercises used by the regular army of the two northern and southern American armies, this exercise can lead more than one version. Today's Taiping Army has fought the Ninth Russian-Turkish War and defeated the powerful brigade of the Sevastopol Fortress!

"Bissar Zhao," Francis Wilkinson Pickens tried hard to pretend to be disdainful. "You black...\n. The soldiers' exercises are even more neat than the Charleston militia. I wonder if their cotton picking skills are unfamiliar?"

Mr. O'Hara's cigar next to him shook off a piece of ashes: "Hmph, these niggers may never pick cotton anymore... their hearts are wild!"

"No matter how wild my heart is... I still have to pick cotton!" Francis Wilkinson Pickens smiled slightly, and then pretended to be mysterious, "Gerrad, Nicholas...you don't know yet? Our General Li is about to take Harrisburg!"

"Really?" O'Hara was excited immediately, "I heard that the Northern Army stationed 100,000 troops in Harrisburg.

Can Robert Lee Zhen fight?”

"That's Yankees' stupidity," said Francis Wilkinson Pickens. "Sheerman led his army out of Yorktown Fortress south of Baltimore three days ago, but was defeated by General Lee's Maryland Legion north of Baltimore. He is now fleeing in a hurry. The president has ordered General Lee to take Harrisburg and establish the Blue Mountain-Sasquehanna River defense line."

"Catch Harrisburg?" Xianfeng shook his head repeatedly, "Why is that easy? In my opinion, Sherman will retreat to Yorktown this time after touching Baltimore, it will be a trap!"

"Train?" Francis Wilkinson Pickens looked unhappy. "Do you think our General Robert Lee will fall into the trap of that fool Sherman?"

"This is hard to say..." Before Xianfeng's words fell, Scarlett's voice suddenly rang: "Nicholas...

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Xianfeng looked back and saw Scarlett rushing to the viewing table with his skirt in his arms, his green eyes lit up, "Washington is in urgent need of electricity!"

The telegram was unveiled by Xianfeng, and O'Hara approached and said, "General Boregard reported urgently: The Northern Army McDowell's unit broke through the Bull Creek defense line, and the Manassas hub was in danger. The Army Department ordered your unit to immediately..."

Francis Wilkinson Pickens gasped: "If Manassas is lost, the transportation line between Washington and Lituman is enough.:::

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"Oh no!" The voice of Lin Shu, a military judge in the black brigade, was trembling, "Three hundred miles from Charleston to Manassas, when we ride in a mule cart, the Northerners will have to wrap General Li around!"

Father Tupolev suddenly crossed his chest, and the Slavic English sounded: "God bless us, we still have steam engines one by one, let the Charleston Railway Bureau allocate twenty car washes, and it will be ready for twelve hours!"

The white people on the viewing stand were in an uproar. Francis Wilkinson Pickens said with a tangled look: "What if you let the nigger take the train? What should I do if the car is dirty?"

Master O'Hara also shook his head repeatedly: "I'm afraid this is not suitable.:::

"Dirty?" Xianfeng's face suddenly sank, looking very scary, "Governor, if Manassas is lost, Washington will be hard to defend. If Washington is lost, ::::.British, French, China, and Russia will cut us! At that time, it will not be the carriage or not...\n.\n.\n., but the country is destroyed! The country is destroyed...\n..\n. is the most terrifying!"

When Xianfeng said "the country was destroyed", all the Master Bai on the watchtower felt a chill on his back, and he didn't know what he said? Why did it sound so scary?

Xianfeng suddenly roared at the black slave soldiers who were already in the audience: "The President has an order...

...Send troops, kill the Northerners, and carry the black flag!"

Four thousand throats suddenly burst out from the audience: "Kill the Northerners! Hold the black flag!" The sound of the crows shocked, and the black swept across the governor's velvet hat. Francis Wilkinson Pickens' lips trembled slightly,

His face was so ugly...

The Charleston Station was in chaos, and thousands of fully armed "black slaves" suddenly rushed in like a ferocious demon, holding documents that were said to be the governor's warrant, blocking the two trains, and knocking down all the white passengers on it. The platform suddenly became chaotic, and cursing, crying, and shouting sounded. I don't know,

I thought it was the black slave uprising in South Carolina!

"Report to the Brigade Commander!" Zeng Ke rushed into a luxury car, "The first regiment has stopped two trains to Richmond!"

Xianfeng was looking at the map with his head down, but he didn't raise his head when he heard this: "Okay! Get in the car right away..." He suddenly said to Lin Shu Lin in Chinese, "Tell Sushun, Yuan Bao, let them all get in the car! Don't bring anything except weapons and three-day rations!"

"Get order!"

With a long whistle, in the black smoke emitted by the train, four thousand black soldiers who had already boarded the train began to sing in unison: "If you raise the white flag, you can marry a white wife and change it to a piece of paper, and you can also wear white clothes,

Children and grandchildren are white people!”

When the train rushed into Manassas Station at 3 a.m., the Northern Army's shells were exploding. The broken glass on the roof of the platform fell like raindrops. When Zeng Ke opened the door of the carriage from the next platform, he saw General Boregard's adjutant running around in the smoke with a torch.

"Where is Colonel Zhao Si?" The Louisian man slashed his throat, "McDowell's Yankee has already rushed across the stone bridge!"

"What are you doing!" Xianfeng's samurai scabbard was drawn on the iron sheet of the carriage, and sparks were splashing everywhere. "Where is my black wall placing it?"

The adjutant of General Boregard immediately handed a warrant to Xianfeng. The latter took the warrant and looked at it. Then he turned his head and shouted to his three regiment commanders, "Zheng Liu, take the third regiment to block the south slope of Henry House Mountain! Yuan Bao, take the second regiment around the pine forest to copy their artillery! Zeng Ke one by one."

"Here!" The bronze waist sign on the black leader's waist jingled.

"Take your coat group to fill the gap in the stone bridge!" Xianfeng's pockmarked face was in the fire, "Tell brothers, kill a man and kill 100 points, kill twelve...\n.\n.\n.\n. I personally put a white flag on him!"

According to the provisions of the "Interim Measures for the Eight Banners of America", black people do not have to kill the Northerners if they want to raise the flag. It is theoretically possible to pick cotton diligently. Just pick three hundred points of cotton and you can carry the Black Flag!

Of course, if the cotton is not picked well, or if you make other mistakes, you may also lose points...

In the morning mist on the north bank of the stone bridge, McDowell's blue uniform cavalry was charging. These Irish native soldiers sang "Colombian Fangxue" with a sabre splitting the mist, but hitting a black wall head-on.

"Let me!" Zengke's Miner stock hit the edge of the trench.

Five hundred rifled rifles were fired volleys, and lead bullets tore the fog. The Northern cavalry that rushed in front seemed to be harvested by invisible sickles, and the war horses neighed and fell into the Bull Creek, dyeing the shallows in early winter red.

"Release the black flag! Lift the black flag!" The black soldiers loaded bullets wildly. Zeng Jia Linshu personally brought about a dozen "Zhenghuang Banners" from the West Coast to supervise the battle. A strong black slave soldier suddenly jumped out of the trench and grabbed the stock and smashed the skull of the wounded soldiers of the Northern Army: "First, I killed a Northern Army!"

"Come back!" Zeng Ke in the trench was about to call the man back, but he saw that the elderly veteran was overturned by a stray bullet. The name on the credit book was always frozen in the "Black Flag Candidate".

"Damn it...:..." Zeng Ke spitted and suddenly saw the star and striped flag flashing out from the fog. The main force of the Northern Army came up!

The Pennsylvania infantry phalanx, who was personally pressing the formation, approached with drum beats, and the blue uniforms connected into moving city walls. These men who were still snatching hammers at the Philadelphia iron shop three months ago and working in a textile factory in New York,

At this moment, Lincoln's "white derogatory theory" made his eyes red.

"Freedom belongs to white people! America belongs to white people!" Tens of thousands of people roared together and shook the earth.
Chapter completed!