Chapter 740 Nicholas Zhao Si's "Black, Red and Yellow" Army

On the long oak table in the New York Presidential Palace, one in 50,000 battle map was scorched by cigar ash.

Lincoln's confidant, Commander-in-Chief of the Northern Federation, Sherman, used a copper ashtray to press the Pennsylvania boundary, and his index knuckle hit the contour along the Susquehanna River: "Our army now controls the line from Harrisburg to Yorktown, and built a basin fortress in the western part of the river in Harrisburg, deployed 120 12-pound cannons, and also built a fort on the east bank of the Susquehanna River, deployed 18 64-pound cannons, 36 32-pound cannons, and also deployed 3 San Francisco-class inland armored gunboats on the Susquehanna River! If Robert Lee dares to launch a strong attack, the Southerners will drown in their own blood!"

"But it's hard for us to open up the situation on the Eastern Front, right?" Lincoln held a pipe in one hand and hit Baltimore on the map with the other: "How many troops did Robert Lee deploy and how many lines of defense have he built?"

"General Li's men dug three trenches, with twelve pounds of rifled cannons hidden behind each trenches." Sherman grabbed the military newspaper and shook, "Yesterday, the Navy's men found a large 5,000-ton ironclad ship in Chesapeake Bay."

Navy Secretary Wells took out his handkerchief to wipe his silk glasses: "That's one of the two 'glorious' orders from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and France."

"General Farragut, how is your armored fleet?" Lincoln asked.

"At present, twenty 2,000-ton ironclad ships have started construction," said Faragette, the commander-in-chief of the Navy, confidently. "Just wait until they are all put into active service, we can make up for the quality disadvantages by relying on our quantity advantages."

"That is," Lincoln said, "At present, we can't do anything to get those two 5,000-ton ironclad ships?"

"Yes, Mr. President," said Farragut. "Although our naval ships are much more than the Sanskrit, the two large ironclad ships."

"Then change the direction," Lincoln's thin fingers cut across the blue line of the Mississippi River in central America: "Ulysses, the 'Pine Plan' you mentioned last time."

Grant stood up from the shadows and saluted the President of the United States: "Mr. President, please give me a hundred thousand people. In six months, I can hold the entire Mississippi River in my hands." He held his right hand tightly, "The cotton, gunpowder, and cured meat in the south all went through this waterway, and cut off the Mississippi River, just pinched the slave owners, no, it was the throat of the niggers who wanted to be white people!"

Hearing Grant's words, Lincoln couldn't help but sigh, "Why did he become a black slave?" By the way, it was all Nicholas and Zhao Si's fault!

"There are also Nicholas, Zhao Si and his black, red and yellow army!" Lincoln punched the Colorado territory on the map, "Ulysses, I give you 100,000 people, but they must be wiped out. In the future, the United States will not allow armed forces of people of color!"

Hearing Lincoln's statement, the senior officials of the Northern Federation in the conference room nodded one by one to express their support, but at the same time they all showed solemn expressions.

Because of the armed forces of people of color, not only Nicholas and Zhao Si's black, red and yellow army, but also militias from the three Chinese states on the West Coast!

"President," Grant frowned, "If the Black, Red and Yellow Legion were to be wiped out, a hundred thousand might not be enough."

Vice President Hamlin's silver pocket watch chain jingled: "The militia in Kansas and Missouri can raise 50,000 more people"

"There are also the shallow-water armored gunboats launched by Brooklyn Shipyard," Grant added, "at least three. In addition." He turned to stare at Farragut, "I want to use the Mississippi River and its tributary network to transport supplies and ammunition. Can the Navy provide enough tugs and cargo ships?"

Faragette took out a notebook and looked at it for a while: "The Navy can squeeze out 18 inland tugboats and 200 unpowered cargo ships!"

"Enough!" Grant slapped the table and smiled, "With so many ships and the Illinois rail network, my army can have endless shells along the Kansas River!"

Lincoln looked at Grant's eyes and shines: "Ulysses, you will definitely get endless shells because we have the second most powerful industry in the world!"

Washington, White House.

The crimson velvet curtains were swept up by the night wind blowing from the Potomac River, and cigar smoke filled the brightly lit East Hall conference room.

President Davis stood directly in front of the long table, his sharp eyes swept over the senior military and political leaders in the South - Vice President Stephenson, Army Secretary Breckenridge, Secretary of State Hammond, Army Commander-in-Chief Robert Lee, Navy Secretary Mallory, and McMullen, who had just rushed back from the Baltimore frontline.

"Twenty-five thousand black slaves are carrying smoothbore guns to fight for freedom - gentlemen, this is the magic of Nicholas's Eight Banners Law and the Three Feudal Law!" Davis's voice was low and firm, and his fingers gently tapped the report on the table.

Although the report was made by the Army Department chaired by Breckenridge, he himself did not agree with the Eight Banners Act and the Three Feudal Law: "President, now the planters in Missouri and the abolitionists in Kansas have become the dogs of the Yankees!" He photographed two telegrams sent by St. Louis and Topeka on the conference table, "This is the Missouri Legislature and the Kansas Congress passing the White Supremacy Act. The slave owners and abolitionists in these two states actually opposed us and surrendered to the Yankees!"

Robert Lee frowned slightly, his gray-blue eyes swept across the map: "The rebellion in Missouri was not accidental..." He paused, "Slave owners and abolitionists in the Midwest have always regarded the Midwest land as their own property, and were unwilling to share it with blacks, Indians and yellows, so the whole West is now shaken."

"But Kansas and Missouri have a total population of only 300,000 to 400,000 people!" Davis said, "and during this period there were as many as 250,000 black slaves alone. At the same time, the riots of slaves in the eastern slave states also decreased by 95%. If we now abolish the Eight Banners Act and the Three Feudal Law, can we let the 250,000 black ghosts carrying guns hand over their weapons and go back to be slaves?"

Navy Secretary Mallory was smoking a Cuban cigar, and the smoke obscured his sad face: "If we cannot achieve a decisive victory on land before the Yankees complete their Navy Iron-Ship expansion plan, then our failure will be doomed!"

"So we need more black soldiers!" Davis exhaled, "Robert When can you start the Battle of Harrisburg-Yorktown?"

"It's OK at any time, but" Robert Lee frowned, "The Northern Army is well prepared. My suggestion is to launch a restrained battle in the west to attract some of the main forces of the Northern Army to leave their Blue Mountains-Sasquehanna River defense line."

"General McMallen," Davis looked at the Baltimore City Defense Commander, "You and Nicholas are old friends, aren't you?"

McMullen immediately understood what the president meant, stood up and saluted: "President, I will take people to recover Missouri and at the same time let Nicholas send troops from Denver to attack Kansas. We have many cotton-carrying merchant ships on the Mississippi River, enough to send troops to St. Louis."

Davis nodded with satisfaction: "Great, McMallen will take the Georgia Third Division to Nashville tomorrow." His cane pointed to the location of Colorado on the map, "Send a quick message to General Zhao, let him move east from Denver - Don't the Kansasians want freedom? Let Zhao Si's Black, Red and Yellow Army give them some freedom to taste!"

The strong wind on the Great Plains swept the sand and roared past the temporary military camp outside Denver City. Xianfeng stood on the platform, and behind him a brand new military flag roared in the wind - this was a three-color black, red and yellow flag.

"Black, brothers who symbolize our two black flags!" Zhao Si's voice echoed in the wind, pointing at the four black brigades lined up in neatly below the stage - they all had already raised the flags and divided the land in the valleys in western Colorado. Although the land was deserted, one person finally had 100 acres, which was equivalent to 600 acres! If you want to put it in China, you must be "big" to evaluate a landlord!

"Red, symbolizing our Indian warriors!" He turned to the other side, and the three entire cavalry brigades of Sioux, Apache, and Cheyenne warriors were all wearing Mongolian leather robes, Mongolian-style hoods, and carrying M1841 rifled rifles from "Medein California". They all held their heads with their heads in a way that was a winner.

"Yellow symbolizes our Chinese brothers." Finally, Xianfeng changed into Chinese and looked at the fewest but extremely critical Chinese officers and soldiers. These people were all technical troops and instructors of the "Black, Red and Yellow Army". Except for the four or five hundred Mongolians of Archbishop Amurfu, all of them were California Chinese militia brought by Chen Yucheng and Lei Laohu, and they were not considered Xianfeng's people.

However, Xianfeng still added a "yellow" to the military flag and created a "black, red and yellow" three-color flag.

Sushun stood in the audience and whispered to Yuan Bao: "Master's three-colored flag is raised... I'm afraid there are many white skins on both sides of the north and the south that cannot sleep."

Yuan Bao grinned and lowered his voice: "It's better to not be able to sleep, let them know that this American continent is not only the white world, but also the Eight Banners' children!"

Xianfeng pulled out the command knife from his waist, and the blade was shining with cold light in the sun. He was about to say something, but suddenly he heard a rush of horse hooves. Xianfeng turned his head and saw that it was O'Hara. The guy ran and shouted loudly: "I discovered it, I discovered the Governor, our people found gold in Kripur Creek! God bless, there is really gold there!"

"Hahaha..." Xianfeng laughed out loud--now was stable. With the gold of Criple Creek, he was the God of Colorado White Skin!

Now the whole Colorado is pinching in his hands!

And just a "tith tax", he would receive hundreds of thousands or even millions of pounds from the gold mine in Kripur Creek every year.

The money for raising soldiers and buying arms is now settled!

Archbishop Amurfu, who was standing beside him, saw Xianfeng laughing, immediately raised the prayer wheel and shouted: "God of Emperor Namo, the immortal emperor."

"God of Emperor Namo, Blessing!"

Nearly 30,000 of the seven brigades below the stage burst into a deafening roar, and the three-color military flag rolled in the strong wind, like a ball of burning flames!
Chapter completed!