Chapter 732: The Americans have the Eight Banners, are they still missing the Three Feudatories?

In the Oval Office on the second floor of the White House, the copper lamp on the oak table made the figure look old. President Davis's knuckles knocked loudly on the American Field Acre Flyer, and two cold lights shot out from the gold-edged glasses: "Gentlemen, now the red necks in the south are asking----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"This is treason!" Breckenridge punched the North American map on the oak table. "Someone is deliberately inciting the red neck and niggers in the south to cause trouble. The treason must be pulled out and hanged on Pennsylvania Street immediately!"

"But who is that traitor?" Davis asked with a dark face.

"It must be the Chinese who likes to pretend to be a ghost!" Breckenridge said gritting his teeth, "He should be arrested immediately!"

As soon as he said this, there was silence in the Oval Office.

Although Breckenridge did not directly point out Zhao Si's name, everyone in the Oval Office knew who the Army Secretary was referring to?

But it is not easy to arrest Zhao Si! Because Zhao Si's black brigade has now been expanded into a black division, and it is stationed in the District of Columbia. How to arrest him? If he arrests him, will the black division mutiny?

If they want to mutiny and break into Washington, it will be a big fun. Will it bring all the brains of the Southern Federation of America?

The door creaked, and the office door opened halfway, and a White House secretary penetrated halfway: "Mr. President, Brigadier General Nicholas Zhao Si and Colonel O'Hara asked for a meeting."

"Let Zhao Si and O'Hara come in!" Davis yelled in anger.

Xianfeng walked in with a tingling face with a smile on his face, and a southern accent had already been mixed into his fluent English: "Mr. President, who are you angry with?"

He was followed by O'Hara. Although this Irish man always held the airs of a white master in front of Xianfeng, he looked trembling when he walked into the Oval Office of the White House.

Vice President Stephenson's pipe creaked in his teeth. He didn't look at O'Hara directly, but glared at Xianfeng: "Teacher Zhao is here just right! Look, did you do this shit "American Field Acre System"? "He shook the red seal on the flyer, "Now the whole South knows that killing the Northerners can lead the local owner!"

"Mr. Vice President, you are wronged!" Xianfeng was not afraid of the vice president at all because he had done "righteousness". "You should take a closer look at how good the flyer is printed?" He also took out a flyer from his pocket and slapped it on the oak table. "Is this what our small workshop in the south can print? It is clearly printed by a large factory in New York, Philadelphia, and Boston! If I were to say, this must be the work of Hong Renyi in the north! He has Americanized the "Celestial Land System" of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom."

"Enough!" Secretary Harmon, Germany, suddenly interrupted, with a hoarse and low accent in South Carolina. "The problem now is that yesterday, three thousand poor white people signed up for the army in Charleston Harbor - they all pointed to the exchange of military achievements for the property in downtown Charleston!" He raised a stack of letters and threw them on the table. "These are seventeen letters of protest I have received, and the gentlemen of Charleston demanded that the villains who forged the documents be hanged!"

O'Hara's blushing face suddenly turned into a pig's liver: "Mr. Hammond, isn't it a good thing to have three thousand poor white people sign up for the army? Haven't our troops been insufficient? If we could have more than one hundred thousand troops, General Li would definitely be able to conquer Harrisburg, and then we would have a reliable line of defense."

"But how much land should we exchange for these 100,000 troops?" Breckenridge asked with a sneer, "Mr. O'Hara, would you take out your Georgia and South Carolina estate?" The Secretary of the Army almost poked the tip of Xianfeng's nose, "Or you yellow-picken handed over the California gold mine?"

"Ba!Ba!Ba"

Navy Secretary Mallory suddenly slapped the oak table, and his New Orleans accent sounded very solemn: "Gentlemen, the Northern Army started construction of ten ironclad ships in shipyards in New York and Boston at one go. All of them were imitated according to the North Koreans' "Oriental"!" He unfolded the crumpled drawings, "This is a pattern sent by New York spies. This class of ironclad ships was designed by the British and used mature technology and craftsmanship. It is not difficult for the northern shipyards. If you drive at full power, you can build more than twenty or thirty "Oriental" class in a year! So time is not on our side!"

Death silence suddenly enveloped the room.

The productivity of the world's second industrial country is not just a joke!

The northern United States builds more than 200,000 tons of ships a year, of which more than 20,000 tons of steamships. Now the Northern Federation has used all the production capacity of steamships to build ironclad ships, and can produce ten "Oriental"-class lines a year. If the next step is to transfer the production capacity of the large sailboat to the ironclad ships, it is really not difficult to turn twenty or thirty ones a year - don't think it is difficult to turn a large sailboat into a steamship. The second industry in the United States is one of the best in the entire industrial chain under the conditions of an industrial revolution!

Moreover, the United States also has the world's number one and is the world's number one railway with a cliff-like lead! With more railways, more steam locomotives, more steam engines, and naturally there is no shortage of power systems for ironclad ships.

As for steel, the United States is also the second in the world.

Therefore, the "Oriental" class that even North Korea can build can be mass-produced in today's northern United States!

President Davis's face turned pale, Breckenridge's beard trembled slightly, and even Stephenson's pipe was turned off. Only Xianfeng, who had really died, was still calm. He suddenly sneered: "I say to everyone, since you know that time is not on our side, you should try all the ways to win. If you lose, the land and the black slaves will belong to others."

"This is the United States of America!" Attorney General Benjamin suddenly screamed in Louisiana, "It is not your savage Eastern country!" The Jewish little man shouted, "Private property is sacred and inviolable by the Constitution."

"Mr. Attorney General," Xianfeng really didn't want to argue with this Jew, "then we will find a solution to the problem without infringing on private property and state rights!"

"Mr. President," Xianfeng suddenly reminded him loudly, "As long as we can promulgate the "Three Feudal Francisco Ordinance" to allow those Americans with poor skin to set up some highly autonomous "vassal states" different from the eastern states in the desolate and barren Midwest. I can guarantee that the three Chinese states on the West Coast will sooner or later turn against us! At that time, we will get a large number of Chinese mercenaries, gold and silver from the West Coast. Victory will not be out of reach!"
Chapter completed!