Chapter 728 When the "Black Wall" rises, the black slaves are truly liberated!

When the dense gunshots sounded in front of Manassas, in the pine forest on the north bank of Bull Creek, Guarja Yuanbao's second regiment was sneaking like a group of black panthers. The Manchurian Batulu, who crashed "Arc Luo" and his car and car to the ground on the battlefield of the Curtain Ferry, also seized a box of "Paradise Mooncakes", now he understood it. At this moment, he was leading his "Black Coat" to march in English with a heavy accent and telling the truth about racial equality to the people below!

"My brothers have heard that Mr. Bai can be a master not because they are white! It is because they can fight! I remember when they couldn't beat Genghis Khan's grandsons, they could only be slaves to the Mongolian sons."

"You all listen. There is Yan Ruyu in the gun, there is a golden house in the gun, and there is a plantation in the gun. If you want to sleep with Bai Niu and become a master, you have to fight well!"

"Only by winning the White Skin, you can say that you are white. Otherwise, even if you use lime to brush yourself white, you will still be black in the eyes of Mr. Bai."

Although his English is not very authentic, he talks about the simplest principles in the world. The black coat below also understood it as soon as he heard it, and they all started to scream.

But the white coaches sent by McMullen all looked a little ugly - how can you Chinese know everything and dare to say anything to the black slave? What should you do if you ruin the black slave?

"Boom boom boom"

Just as these naughty coaches were thinking about whether to reason with Yuan Bao, the sound of cannons suddenly came from the front!

"The regiment commander is the Yankees' artillery position!"

A white officer from the Southern Army immediately realized that his team had completed the detour and raided the artillery of the Northern Army!

Yuan Bao rushed to the edge of the forest and looked out, and saw twenty-four 12-pound guns of the Northern Army firing on the north bank of Bull Creek. Guarjia Yuan Bao pulled out his sword and pointed forward, and his stiff English mixed with bloody smell: "Did you see, the white man's gun tube is our flag-raising ladder! The attack is 'enough' and 'enough'!"

The black panthers in the third regiment had long been encouraged by Yuan Bao. When they heard Yuan Bao's roar, they immediately rushed out with a bayonet gun holding a bayonet.

"Packing a shotgun, loading a shotgun"

The artillery officers on the Northern Army's positions suddenly saw thousands of black shadows rushing out of the pine forest - everyone rushed up with a bayonet rifle, and hurriedly ordered their subordinates to fill the shotgun and turn the gun.

"Let's fire! Open fire." A major artillery in the Northern Army shouted, "Kill these niggers!"

"boom"

Eight 12-pound cannons roared, and thousands of projectiles turned into iron rain. The more than 40 black shadows rushing in front suddenly turned into blood gourds. Black-coated Mark's left arm was broken with shoulder-length shoulders, and blood was flowing, but he still rushed forward with a single hand holding the Miner gun, shouting while rushing: "Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, and kill, and kill, and shouting: "I, Mark, want to be Master Bai!"

Yuan Bao, who was following the black coat, held up his sword and shouted in English: "Run! Rush and grab a cannon and reward three hundred points!"

Three hundred points are equivalent to three Yankees, and you can promote the Master of the Black Banner!

Inspired by a step of "raising the flag", the dark tide that rushed out of the pine forest instantly swallowed up the Northern Army's artillery positions.

As soon as the two Northern Army gunners raised the push rod, they were nailed to the cannon stand by four bayonets at the same time. More than a dozen "black artillery soldiers" trained by Father Tupolev took the opportunity to turn the gun: "Let the white man taste his iron grapes!"

When the first 12-pound cannon sprayed a shotgun, the pocket watch of the white instructor of the second regiment had just reached 5:07:00 - a quarter of an hour passed when Yuan Bao ordered the attack.

When morning light enveloped the artillery position, the fourteen-star striped flags from the south were already flying on the twenty-four 12-pound cannon positions. Yuan Bao stepped on the sternum of the Northern Army Major and poured himself a big sip of rum, and announced loudly to the black coat beside him: "Tell Lincoln, the black men in the United States are here to seek freedom!" At his feet, the broken-armed Mark was being bandaged by the medical soldiers, while holding a Northern Army ear tightly with one hand - this is the proof of his killing of the Northern Army!

At the same time, the third black brigade led by Su Shun had already detoured into the forest on the south slope of Henry House.

"The turtle grandsons are lying down! The harem's discovery is coming!"

With Sushun's shout, the black figures instantly sank into the woods, and a spurted barrel of rifled guns quietly poked out from behind the pine trunk.

The blue uniform of the Fourth West Virginia Brigade finally appeared in Sushun's sight. He lowered his voice and muttered, "Get closer, get closer." Suddenly, he shouted: "Let the fire!"

Thousands of gun flames suddenly burst out between the dead branches and leaves.

"Release the flag! Lift the flag!" The black soldier lurked in the woods and roared and kept shooting. The officer of the Zhenghuang Banner under the brigade judge Lin Shu held the account book and recorded, "Tom Smith, kill one person - take one hundred points!" The black-clothed soldier who was named actually had a gunshot wound on his shoulder and couldn't get off the fire. He gritted his teeth and continued to load and shoot, and fired while making a crazy howl: "Kill eleven more! I want to inlaid the white flag!"

When McDowell's infantry launched the third wave of charge, the needles in the entire pine forest were shaken by gunfire. Su Shun suddenly pulled out the Shun knife and ordered loudly: "The first row of squat shooting and withdraw the bullets, the second row of erected volleys suppressed, and the third row of bayonets prepared to charge!"

Amid the screams and screams of the Northern Army infantry, Guarja Yuanbao and the Second Regiment had already snatched one of McDowell's artillery positions and began to surround McDowell's flank. Seeing the Northern Army's turmoil, Su Shun decisively ordered the trumpeter to blew the horn to launch a bayonet charge!

On the north bank of Bull Creek, another wave of attacks from the Northern Army was shattered. When the Northern Army in blue uniform retreated, the streams of Bull Creek were dyed red. Linshu held the credit book and was still shouting in English: "Brother Jack killed three people - raise the black flag straight!" The thin soldier called "Brother Jack" was kneeling in the blood of Bull Creek, tremblingly cutting his ears from the body of a Northern Army soldier. He suddenly looked up, and blood was flowing from the black eye sockets - a stray bullet that flew from somewhere unbiasedly hit his right eye, but he was still murmuring: "Nine are missing. Nine are missing."

Xianfeng, who was supervising the battle on a high ground behind the First Regiment, looked at the Northern Army that had temporarily retreated, breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered: "Hold on, hold on."

"Not yet." General Boregade, who was standing beside Xianfeng, suddenly interrupted, "The Northern Army has several times more people than us. We have to hold on for at least 6 hours. General Li has already taken two troops to come from Baltimore by train!"

Xianfeng smiled faintly: "You can keep it! My black wall will definitely be able to keep it." He suddenly closed his smile, "When they keep it, the black slaves will usher in the real liberation!"

When General Boregade, who was a slave owner, was stunned when he heard Xianfeng's words: "What are you talking about Zhao? Aren't we defending slavery?"

Xianfeng turned his head and looked at the general of the southern American slave owner and smiled sinisterly: "In fact, we are the real liberators!"

An hour later, at the gap in the stone bridge, Zeng Ke's first group was red in his eyes.

McDowell did not retreat because one of his artillery positions was raided and attacked - he had tens of thousands of men and more than one hundred cannons, and it was impossible for him to give up easily.

So after confirming that there were only a few thousand "black traitors" standing in front of him, he immediately issued an order to attack!

The blue uniformed Northern Army rushed in like a tide, wave after wave, but it broke into waves in front of the "black wall" in Xianfeng. A black-clad soldier was stabbed through his stomach by a bayonet, and actually hugged the leg of the captain of the Northern Army, and roared at Zeng Jia Linshu: "Remember the merits! I want to carry the flag to remember the merits!" The tin of the military judge's pen pierced the paper, and the black ink mixed with blood from unknown places. He wrote on the merit book: Andrew of Charleston, killed one, captured one, died in battle - carried into the black flag

"boom!"

Father Tupolev's artillery company suddenly fired volleys, and the Russian flowering bullets exploded behind the Northern Army. The flying shrapnel cut off the passage for reinforcements for the Northern Army's follow-up troops. The black gunner wrapped in a headscarf was madly manipulating 8 12-pound cannons on the position. While firing cannons, they shouted: "Release the flag! Fire the fire! Fire the fire!"

On the rear position of the Northern Army, McDowell, the commander of the Potomac River Legion, looked like a face: "Let the Irish people from New York go on a brigade! The president said, kill a nigger and reward you with $10!"

Three thousand strong red-haired Irish men poured whiskey into their mouths and rushed out of the trenches. But before they could finish singing the third line of "Long Live Colombia", they ran into the more crazy "black sound wave".

"Kill twelve of them, I am the Master of the Inlaid White Flag!" Zeng Ke, who was rushing in front, smashed the bridge of the Irish flag bearer's nose with a stock, and suddenly an inhuman howling burst out behind him - hundreds of red-eyed black soldiers held bayonet rifles and launched a hand-to-hand charge at the Irish who were three times more people than them!

When the sun at noon shone on the top of Henry House, Xianfeng was already standing on this commanding heights overlooking the entire battlefield - the Northern Army's offense temporarily stopped, and the fierce attacks for several hours caused them to suffer heavy losses but gained nothing.

Mr. O'Hara's cigar was burning to his fingers near Xianfeng, and his Irish accent trembled: "God, are they really black slaves?"

Xianfeng smiled with a pockmarked face: "No, they are not black slaves, they have been truly liberated!"

He turned his head and raised his eyebrows at General Boregard: "Tell General Li that when the 'Black Wall' rise, the black slaves had been truly liberated. They liberated themselves!"

General Boregaard was trembling and speechless. At this time, he saw three red flares rising ten miles away - that was the signal of General Li's reinforcements arriving!
Chapter completed!