Chapter 737 The rise of Xianfeng!

The city of Denver on the eastern foot of the Rockies trembled in the morning breeze. Governor John Evans, holding the monocular telescope, trembled—where he could see tens of thousands of yurts covered the grassland like white waves. The "Ancient Train Carriage" surrounded by a large carriage seemed like a city wall that appeared overnight, which had surrounded the small Denver city.

The black bear Khan of the Cheyenne tribe rode his horse past the formation. He saw him wearing a Mongolian-style leather robe, a Mongolian hood, a Mongolian scimitar, and hundreds of "Mongolian Warriors" dressed up like him, carrying a scimitar and a foreign gun on his shoulder. It was very difficult to deal with!

"Why are these Indians dressed like this? They look like Mongols!" John Chivington, the leader of the Colorado First Volunteer Group, was covered in cold sweat on his forehead!

He is also an old rival to the Great Plains Indians, and he also knows that these barbarians are not easy to deal with - individual Indian warriors are very powerful, no worse than Western cowboys at all.

But the Indians were very scattered, and it would be considered too many to gather dozens of "warriors".

Although the Colorado First Volunteer Corps has a total of 1,000 people, as long as hundreds of people are sent at a time, they will basically walk across the prairie.

But now, the Indians have made progress, from hunting to nomad!

This is a big deal. Nomads are easier to gather than hunting than hunting. Most of them cannot catch prey. But tens of thousands of people are nomads together, and there is no problem to "swim" by the water and grass.

Tens of thousands of nomadic Indians could easily pull out tens of thousands of "gunmen" and gathered together, and the First Volunteer Corps of Colorado, which had only 1,000 people, was beaten!

Jacob Adel, the "Great Pastor" in Denver City, drew a cross, his voice trembling: "They will even build horse-rejecting horses and dig trenches. God, who is the one in red robe?"

On the hills in the distance, Archbishop Amur's crimson robe was flying in the wind. The golden light of the prayer drum in his hand shone dazzlingly, the red clouds beside him waved the flag, and the Alapaho warriors who were riding off the horse and putting up the bayonet M1841 Mississippi rifled rifle, and the inscription "Medine California" on the barrel shines - well, they are all made in the United States as fake, so there is no need to add "Lincoln tariffs"

At noon, four 12-pound cannons were dragged to the front of the formation by Lei Laohu's mule team. The gun body also had "Meiden California". When loading it with California-made silk, several Indian artillery wearing Mongolian hoods and Mongolian leather robes were in California dialect: "Don't throw your mother, put live ammunition! Oppose the city wall!"

boom!

The first shell tore the air and made a big hole in the wooden wall in Denver.

Colonel Chivington of the First Volunteer Corps hit the forehead with a piece of wood that flew from somewhere, and fell to the ground. Venus was rising in front of him. As he buzzed his ears, he heard the roar of Governor Evans: "Damn yellow-skinned monkeys, they gave the 12-pound cannon to the Indians. Immediately melt the copper bells of the church and cast the shells, and all men went to the walls!"

Boom! Boom! Boom.

Then there were a few more cannons, and 12-pound shells arrived one after another, hammering one after another on the wooden walls of Denver City, one by one, one hole after another!

Denver City needs to guard against dozens or hundreds of Indians, and there is no need for any bastion stone wall. It is enough to have a wooden wall.

Just when Governor Evans was in vain, Chivington, who covered his head with a blood-stained handkerchief, was supported by his two subordinates and said with a grin: "Governor, we cannot be shot like this. We must fight back!"

"Counterattack?" Evans looked back at Chivington, who was in a mess, "How to fight back? There are at least tens of thousands of enemies outside!"

"Night attack!" Chivington gritted his teeth, "I'll attack at night tonight!"

That night, each of the five hundred volunteers filled a large cup of whiskey with a gully, wrapped in a horse's hooves, quietly left the city, hoping to raid the chariot formation. As soon as Chivendon, the leader rushed to the chariot formation, the sudden lit up to illuminated Cheng Bao's grim face, and then hundreds of torches threw them towards Chivendon's head. Before the torch landed, five hundred Cheyenne gunmen poked out the barrel from the gap between the caravans. The volley of the Mississippi rifled rifles was like a sickle to cut wheat, killing the charge Colorado cavalry.

"For Tengger!" Shutonga pulled out the scimitar and pointed forward. The Kiowa team rushed out of the car formation like a tide and swept over. Chivington turned around and wanted to escape back, but after running two steps, he was pulled off the saddle by the scattered mascot. He also wanted to struggle for a few times. A bullet from somewhere pierced his ankle, and then a cold scimitar was placed on his neck.

When Adel walked into the golden tent with a white flag, he sent the Archbishop of the Colorado Territory, Lord Amurfu, to sit cross-legged in the futon, holding a prayer drum in one hand and a gold-plated cross in the other.

Pastor Adel looked at the "Biedo Buddha" who didn't know which god to worship, sighed and whispered: "Great Khan, let's hand over Denver and retreat to Kansas."

The priest's voice was interrupted by the playful children outside the tent. Through the felt gap, he saw several Cheyenne boys swaying their shirts and practicing wrestling under the guidance of a strong Mongolian man, and several Mongolian women were teaching Indian girls to milk goats.

"No!" Amur interrupted in stiff English and slapped the gilded cross on the short table. "If you want to survive, then convert to the True Covenant Sect and become a believer of God of Heavenly Father." The Mongolian nobleman, who was turning the prayer and wearing a monk's robe, said to Pastor Adel in stiff English, "and then wait for the arrival of the new Colorado Governor Zhao, appointed by Washington, to arrive."

"You are Nicholas Zhao Si's men?" Pastor Adel looked at Amur, "He, what do he want to do? Colorado is the land of the United States of America!"

Amur smiled: "Which United States of America? You have not expressed your loyalty to Washington or New York so far?"

A horn suddenly sounded outside the tent. Cheng Bao lifted the curtain and entered: "God Buddha, Bishop Lei asked if he wanted to bombard Denver City with a picy sour flowering bullet?"

Amur looked at the trembling Adel: "Go back and tell Governor Evans that Bishop Zhao needs him and three or four thousand white people in Denver to decorate the storefront, and cooperate well to live! If you don't cooperate, you will die!"

A day later, a star-striped flag symbolizing the New York federal government rose from the city of Denver. Pastor Adel wore a red hood of True José and trembled as he sprinkled holy water on a white immigrant who had converted. As he looked out of the city, there were smoke from thousands of yurts' silences - there were milking women, trained horses, and trucks of ammunition, food, guns and cannons transported from California.

At the same time, the Archbishop of the True Job Sect, Amurfu, stopped chanting scriptures and turned his attention to the east: "The Emperor of Eternal Life, God, and the descendants of Genghis Khan finally took root in this new continent."

Half a month later, on the grassland outside Denver, the tents of the First Black Army were scattered like gray mushrooms. Xianfeng's hands holding the telescope remained motionless - the 21-star flag of the Northern Federation was floating on the top of the city, and a chuckled at the corner of his mouth.

"Damn!" O'Hara sipped whiskey, and the Irish accent mixed with alcohol, "Didn't it mean that the red-skinned savages occupied the city? How did it become the flag of the monarch?"

Hampton III's voice was extremely solemn: "Governor General, my scout saw with his own eyes that the troops in blue uniforms entered and left the city, probably the Northern Army and Indians in California joined forces to take down Denver. Otherwise, we retreated back to St. Louis first, then asked Washington for help, and wait until the reinforcements arrived before recovering Denver."

Xianfeng smiled slightly, "How can we retreat? Why are we here? Isn't it to bring the three states on the West Coast into our camp? Don't think that the three states on the West Coast are worth 20 million pounds per year! Our entire south exports only 45 million pounds a year!"

Hearing that the three states on the West Coast could dig out so much gold in a year, Hampton III could not hide the greed on his face. He no longer mentioned retreating, but reminded Xianfeng: "Governor General, we don't have much rations anymore, and we can last for a month at most."

"Then send Zengke to St. Louis to urge grain." Xianfeng deliberately raised his voice, "Tell the red necks of Missouri that I can't deliver 500 tons of flour in half a month, so I will take the black army back to eat with the big ones!"

That night, Zeng Ke took the 4,000 black soldiers from the "Black Wall" brigade on the way to the east.

Hampton III stood high, and the pointer of the gilded pocket watch in his hand stopped at two o'clock in the morning. He looked at the smoke and dust that was leaving the "Black Wall Brigade" and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Without the "Black Wall Brigade", what else can the yellow-skinned monkey protect himself?"

The next night, the campfire was gradually extinguished. Hampton's confidant, his direct descendant, distributed the tent of the Fourth Black Brigade, to the soldiers: "Brothers, the Yellow Governor will starve us to death on the grassland! Follow General Hampton to fight out and go to Kansas to be a free man!"

At midnight, the sound of steps and commands tear the tranquility. The black slave soldiers who went up to Nanka had already pointed their guns at the central army's tent. Hampton kicked open the curtain, but found that there was no one in the tent.

A fire suddenly broke out outside the tent. Tom of McMarenga led the three hundred black knights to suddenly come out of the darkness. The horse's hooves broke the rebels' cross-square team, and the sabers dispersed the panic soldiers. Hampton III, who knew something was wrong, shouted "Hollow square formation", and wanted to stabilize the situation.

At this moment, the soldiers of the "Black Wall" brigade under Zeng Ke had already surrounded Xianfeng and appeared on the periphery of the Central Army's tent. The torches illuminated the smug face.

"Hampton, I knew you wanted to rebel for a long time, and your rebellious intention was written on your face!" Xianfeng said loudly in English with a southern accent, "You should surrender, and you will be spared if you surrender. If you want to resist stubbornly, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Chapter completed!