Chapter 735: It’s broken, Mongolians are growing on the grasslands of America!

The winter snow in Washington covered the White House dome, and the fireplace in the Oval Office crackled. President Davis's pen hovered over the commission for a long time before signing his signature.

"Nicholas," the president's gray-blue eyes stared at Xianfeng, "you have to understand that this is not a real governor's position, it is just a temporary wartime authorization."

Army Secretary Breckenridge snorted coldly and added: "Nicholas, according to the US Constitution, the territory's governor can be directly appointed by the president, and the governor must be elected to be born! Moreover, if the Colorado territory wants to become a state, the state constitution must be formulated first and then approved by Congress!"

Xianfeng's pockmarked face flashed and darkened under the fire. He understood what Breckenridge meant? This man was quite worried about him, the "yellow-skinned monkey"!

When the constitutional dispute in Washington State occurred, this was Buchanan's vice president!

It was not handled well that time, and a "Chinese Exclusion Act" was created, which also triggered a civil war in California.

"Mr. Minister, don't worry, Colorado will not be another California!" Xianfeng patted his chest and assured Breckenridge, "It belongs to whites, blacks and reds who have made contributions to the Union."

"Red people?" Vice President Stephenson looked disdainful, "Are you sure those savages will comply with federal laws to fight for us?"

Davis said coldly: "If it really doesn't work, just kill them all!"

Xianfeng smiled and said, "Mr. President, you may not know much about the situation in Colorado. The red people there have also made considerable progress in the past two years."

"What? The Indians will also make progress?" Breckenridge looked incredible. "What can they make progress?"

"They learned to be nomadic!"

"Learn to nomadic?" Davis's brow frowned, "Who did they learn from?"

The Colorado Territory has always been pro-Republican and is now loyal to the federal government in New York, so Davis doesn't know about the situation in Colorado, only knows that there are many gold diggers from the north from the past, who often clash with local Indian clans.

The Indians in Colorado mainly rely on hunting North American bison for a living. The number is small and very scattered. It is considered a trouble for white people, but it is definitely not a threat - the three Chinese states on the West Coast are the threat!

"Maybe I learned it from the Mongolians?" Xianfeng tilted his head, looking like I didn't know much - in fact, those Mongolians were his subordinates!

"Mongols?" Davis was stunned.

"Why did the Mongols get to the American prairie?" Breckenridge already felt something was wrong. Although the Mongols were nomadic peoples, they could not "swim" across the Pacific Ocean!

How did they "swim" here? Is someone doing something bad?

"They aren't really people who have sex, are they?" US Vice President Stephenson frowned and looked at Xianfeng.

Xianfeng shrugged: "Maybe, but please rest assured. It's not the Middle Ages now. Even if Mongolians grow on the prairie in the central and western regions, they can only herd sheep for us whites!"

"We are white." Davis, Stephenson, and Breckenridge looked at Xianfeng - he was indeed "white"! Not only were white people identified by the California court, but he also raised the "Zhengbai Banner" and even had a fairly white skin.

It’s a “white man” who is like a fake one!

"Okay!" President Davis received two more signed letters of appointment and handed them to Xianfeng. "Nicholas. This is for O'Hara and Hampton III. I have appointed them as the commanders of the First Black Division and the Second Black Division."

Xianfeng understood that Davis could not trust him and sent two white-skinned "military supervisors", but he was not a loyal American minister, so he was not afraid of military supervisors. So he smiled and accepted the letter of appointment: "Oh, and Hampton III, he is the richest planter in South Carolina, right?"

Davis nodded: "He is also a person in our circle. This time he is going to collect a black brigade out of his own pocket to go to the West with you."

The Sandcrek Basin on the eastern foot of the Rocky Mountain ushered in the most violent snowstorm of the decade. Amur sat cross-legged in a large tent with a crimson robe covered with American bison leather, and the scriptures engraved on the prayer drum in his hand were all excerpted from Hong Xiuquan's "True Covenant".

"Master Buddha!" ​​Shu Tonga, the "Mongolian missionary" sent by Senggelinqin, lifted the curtain and was covered in cold air. "The Xiayan tribe sent fifty young warriors, all of whom wanted to learn Mongolian riding and shooting."

There were cheers outside the tent. Through the wind and snow, hundreds of Indian teenagers were practicing horse strolling. A burly Indian chief wearing a Mongolian leather robe and a Mongolian hood on his head strode, and a string of rosewood beads hanging around his neck - it was the "black bear sweat" of the Cheyenne tribe.

"Battle," Black Bear Khan clasped his hands together and bowed to the Archbishop of Colorado, the True Job Sect, and then gestured with the flintlock rifle loading, saying in stiff Chinese, "Foreign gun, replace, bison leather." He patted the brand new Tianli four-year revolver on his waist, which was replaced from Archbishop Amur with thirty pieces of bison leather.

Cheng Bao, another "Mongolian missionary" from the Korqin grassland, came in with an account book: "God Buddha, Hongyun Khan from the Komanqi tribe brought us a thousand good horses and wanted to exchange for a thousand foreign guns. Hongyun Khan's people also said that after the beginning of spring, Hongyun Khan would bring a thousand tents to the alliance."

Amur nodded and ordered, "Brother Cheng, go and tell the people of Hongyun Khan, Archbishop Amur is waiting for him in the Sandcrek Basin!" After saying this, he said to Black Bear Khan again, "King Khan, we have muskets, it's okay to exchange them with cowhide, but the Indians must be united to defeat the white devils from the East!"

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from outside the tent. A scout covered in blood, rolled down from the saddle: "God Buddha, the white devil's cavalry sneaked into the reindeer camp in the north! Women and children are all."

Amur's prayer drum snapped onto the table, "Black Bear Khan," he switched to blunt English, "It's time for the White Devil to know that there are not only the heroes on the grassland, but also the descendants of Genghis Khan!"

That night, the three hundred Mongolian-Indian coalition forces attacked against the blizzard. Shutonga's cavalry tore open the camp of the 7th Cavalry Company of Colorado like a pack of wolves, and Captain Custer's blonde hair was decorated with horse reins.

The sea breeze from Charleston Harbor slapped on Xianfeng's face and blew Sushun's cross necklace to the sound of the sound. Xianfeng stared at the iron armored ship on the dock, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's 14-star flag was hung from the south, and the steel cannon tube was burned with the inscription "Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau". Steam smoke mixed with cinders sprayed into the sky, stirring the ash clouds at the port even more turbid.

"Zhou Quanhao," Linshu squinted his eyes and recited the English inscription on the bow of the ship. "The King of Wu in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom can do business. He teaches the north to build turtle ships and sells ironclad ships to the south."

Chiyoko next to Xianfeng suddenly waved to the "Shu Quan". She only watched a very graceful woman walking down the gangway. Rinko was wrapped in a white fox fur and wearing the most popular dress in Paris. She walked down the gangway with a Taiping Heavenly Navy officer.

"Fourth brother," Rinko's Chinese language was Hakka, and she looked at Xianfeng with a smile, "Have you become an American general?"

Xianfeng smiled and said, "I have a good official career. I have become the commander of a black army and I am about to lead troops to the west. This one is."

Xianfeng glanced at the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom naval officer behind Linzi - the three golden threads on the collar are particularly dazzling. This should be the naval colonel of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

"This is Colonel Kikyemoto," Rinko pointed to the naval officer behind him. "He is the captain of the 'Shu Quan'. After the 'Shu Quan' is delivered, he will also serve as an adviser to the US Navy."

Ji Qingyuan saluted Xianfeng: "Biden Zhao, please take care of him."

Xianfeng also returned the gust and smiled, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." He glanced at the 5,000-ton "Zhou Quan" and nodded, "This boat is exactly what General Robert Li needs. I'll take you to Washington to visit him in person."

Rinko interrupted and asked, "Fourth Brother, are you going to the west? When will you set off?"

Xianfeng smiled and said, "You will leave after spring. You will have to recruit some more troops. When the weather is warm, you will go to Colorado." He then asked again, "Rinko, you are here in the United States."

Rinko blinked: "Napoleon III is going to send troops to Mexico! Prince Napoleon will be the commander-in-chief of the Expeditionary Force, so I will fight for him."

There was a long queue in Charleston's recruitment office, and the details of the Eight Banners Law and the Three Feudal Francisco Ordinance were shiny on the signs.

Su Shun was holding a team of black soldiers to maintain order. The roster he had registered had 8,000 names. Linshu counted supplies in the warehouse: "Bissary, the sugarcane wine smuggled from Cuba is enough to drink for three months, but the ammunition is only enough to fight two battles."

"Enough." Xianfeng checked the Minie rifle that Rinko had gotten for him, "When it reaches the west, Amur will be ready enough for us to take down the ammunition in the entire Colorado."

De Ling hurried over: "Master, Hampton III's troops have arrived, carrying two hundred trucks of supplies!"

Outside the camp, Wade Hampton III was whipping a black soldier with a horse whip: "Bad! Who allows you to look directly at the white officer?" He turned around and saw Xianfeng, smirked, "Nicolas, the Second Black Division of the Federal Army reported to you."

Xianfeng squinted his eyes and looked at the two hundred trucks: besides food and ammunition, there were actually gilded tableware and silk sleeping tents. "General Hampton," he pointed to the training ground in the distance, "Your troops are stationed in the West. Remember, work is worthy of duty, and everyone here - including you - must respect me, "Governor General," and obey every command of my own!"

In the middle of the spring of 1862, in the western United States, the Sandcrek Valley on the eastern foot of the Rocky Mountains was full of green. Archbishop Amur of Colorado stood at a high place, looking at the yurt that stretched for ten miles and the newly built rammed earth wall. Cheng Bao came to report: "God Buddha, the forward who explored the horse to repay his master has arrived in Kansas!"

A sudden sound of horse hooves sounded outside the valley. An Indian boy dressed in Mongolian was flying over, with bloody heads hanging on both sides of his saddle - it was the tax officer sent by Governor Evans.

"Tell the Khan of the tribes that they will come to the Sandcrek Valley to meet," Amur turned his prayer tube, and the prayer flags roared in the wind. "Tell them again that the flag of the King Pingxi of America will soon be inserted into the city of Denver."
Chapter completed!