Chapter 742 This is the real Black Lives Matter!

In the Kansas Prairie in October 1862, the withered grass waves fluttered in the autumn wind and extended to the horizon!

Xianfeng rode on a pitch-black war horse, squinted his eyes and looked at the vast plain ahead. He felt a little sad that such a good grassland should be placed in China, either full of cattle and sheep or developed into wheat fields. I wonder how many people can be raised?

And in the United States, it's just a waste... If he is so rich in territory like this, he will be the emperor and manage a peaceful and prosperous era, but those white skins don't know what medicine they take wrong?

There was a civil war because of abolition or slavery, and how much tariffs were required... I really didn't know the principle of peace at all!

But that's fine, he, the king of the devastated country, can play for two more times!

Thinking of this, Xianfeng turned around and glanced at his "black, red and yellow" flag flying in the wind of the prairie... It looked quite imposing!

"Report...!" A horse rushed over and raised a piece of dust.

"Little Heizi, go and have a look."

Xianfeng withdrew his gaze and gave orders to his "Goshha" Heidhai.

This Haidhai is an eighteen-year-old black young man. He looked very smart. He was a former slave of the O'Hara family. He is now wearing a brand new blue military uniform and two Colt revolvers on his waist, looking like a young officer.

"Christ!" Heidehai agreed, then rode his horse to meet him, stopped the white scout who came from the Pegasus, and after asking about the situation, he returned to Xianfeng.

"Say. "Xianfeng tied the reins of the horse, and the Arabian horse underneath stepped on his hooves uneasily.

"The spies in front came to report that most of the Topeka defenders were transferred to Kansas City, and there were only some old, weak, sick and disabled people left in the city!" Hedhai's voice trembled with excitement. "It was the state militia commander who took them to meet with the Yankees from Illinois!"

Xianfeng laughed: "There is also this good thing...

He turned to look behind him-

A team of 113,000 people is like a "gray-black giant python" and peas are on the Kansas grassland.

Zeng Ke, the "Black Wall" of the First Black Brigade, was riding on a horse and whipped a slightly slower black soldier with a whip. This black general who raised the white flag was becoming more and more capable of leading troops!

Guarjia Yuanbao, the commander of the Second Black Brigade, shouted loudly, to speed up the sudden horse of the Songkeng Team?

He is considered a long-standing general who has been through the battle formation and is now quite good.

"Go and call me the Black Tornado." Xianfeng thought for a while, but decided to let the "Black Tornado" of McMullen's house take action.

After a while, Tom rode on a horse. This tall and burly black man was once the bodyguard of McMullen's daughter. Now he is the leader of the First Black Knight Cavalry regiment, leading thousands of Black Knights under his command, all of whom were heroes on horseback!

"Tom," Xianfeng pointed to the northeast with his whip, "Bring your most elite battalion, one man and two horses, march quickly, and take me the Topeka."

A trace of grimness flashed across Tom's black face: "Do you want to keep a living, Governor?"

"The state government's vault and archives must be complete," Xianfeng narrowed his eyes, "As for the others..., it's up to you."

Tom laughed, revealing a white and rashed teeth. He turned his horse's head and shouted loudly in English. At once, three hundred black knights separated from the team, each holding a spare horse. Most of these were veterans who watched him fight the Battle of Manassas, and most of them had already been raised to two yellow flags.

After the battle is over, it is almost time to carry the two white flags into it.

Thinking of this, Xianfeng immediately stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Young men, let the white skins in Kansas see how noble their black master is!"

Tom raised the silver saber, and the lettering "Miss McMurlen" on the hilt flashed in the morning light.

Three hundred sharp spears pointed to the sky together, reflecting dazzling light in the sun. "Master Hei...

Life is precious!" They shouted the motto of "Black Brigade" and "Black Knights" in unison, and then rushed to the northeast like a black whirlwind.

Xianfeng looked at the cavalry that was leaving, turned around and shouted to the team behind him, "My black warriors! Work harder!

While the reinforcements from the Northern Heroes did not arrive, we entered Topeka and let the white-skinned masters kneel down and call us masters!"

"The Black Master's life is precious!" The roars of more than 10,000 black soldiers shocked the ground squirrels on the grassland to flee in all directions.

The team speed significantly accelerated. Those "black coats" carrying heavy and heavy squirrels all started to trot, sweat flowing down their black spines, but no one dared to slow down. Most of them were brought by the "black, red and yellow" legion when they passed by Missouri. They were brought from the white plantation. Because they did not make meritorious contributions, they were still coated slaves with the "two black flags". They were responsible for carrying the "black masters", but those black masters...:::. It seems to be more fierce than Mr. Bai!

In the evening, Xianfeng's main force camped twenty miles from Topeka. As soon as the smoke from cooking was raised, a faint explosion came from the northeast. Xianfeng stood outside the tent, looking at the black smoke rising above Topeka, and said to Lin Shu, deputy commander and military judge beside him: "Listen to this movement, the Black Tornado Tom must have lit the gunpowder depot of the state government."

Lin Shu smiled heartily, stroked his bearded man and said, "It's still the master's wise...\n. Those white-skinned masters would never have dreamed that one day they would be trampled by their black slaves!"

Xianfeng frowned slightly, as if he thought of his deceased Qing Dynasty, and he suddenly lost interest. So he walked into the tent, spread out the map, and began to plan tomorrow's march route.

Outside the tent, black soldiers surrounded the bonfire and discussed how much land they would rob and how many white women they would marry after they had to knock down Topeka.

"I want that blonde girl," said a black soldier with half an ear, "it's the one drawn on the post office wall."

"Come on, you," his companion smiled, "That kind must be from the superiors. It would be great if we could divide a widow."

Further away, Zeng Ke was speaking: "Everything is done! Topeka is just a small town, and there is not much oil. When you take Archison, Lawrence, Levenworth, all gold, silver and treasures are handed over. Women must first check it out for adults! Then, the assignment is made.::::. Who dares to keep it privately?" He patted the revolver on his waist, "I will let him know what the family law of the Black Master is!"

The local soldiers burst into laughter, and some people shouted, "Mr. Zeng Ke, when can we have our own black slave?"

Zeng Ke grinned and said, "What's the hurry? After capturing Missouri, some of them will be black cubs who will be serfs for you!"

The night was getting darker, but the firelight in the direction of Topeka was getting brighter and brighter. Xianfeng stood at the edge of the camp and could vaguely hear screams and gunshots coming from the wind. Of course, he knew what the Black Tornado Tom was doing... They were doing the good things that the white master taught them by example and deeds.

In Topeka's state government building, Tom stepped on broken glass and documents, his military boots were covered with blood. His local soldiers were rummaging through boxes and cabinets in various offices, piled up the cash and bonds he found in the center of the hall.

A well-dressed white man kneeled on the ground, trembling all over.

"Please," the white man sobbed, "I am an abolitionist, I have always opposed slavery."

Tom grabbed his hair and lifted his head up. The white man with a neatly trimmed grey beard and expensive gold-rimmed glasses looked like a teacher or lawyer.

"Do you know who I am?" Tom slapped the white man on the cheek with a saber.

"You...you are a liberated black slave..." said the white man tremblingly.

Tom laughed, and the laughter echoed among the marble walls. "No," he leaned into the white man's ear and whispered, "I'm a slave owner."

The white man's eyes widened, and before he could react, Tom's saber had cut his throat.

Blood splattered on the state government's seal, dyeing the golden eagle emblem dark red.

"Move all these away," Tom ordered the soldiers, pointing to the mountains of documents and archives, "Sir, these are the deeds of our Black, Red and Yellow Legion!"

Outside the window, the whole Topeka was burning. The black local soldiers plundered from house to house, dragged the white man to the street and shot him, and concentrated the woman in the church. A young black local soldiers ran in excitedly and reported: "Sir! We found more than a hundred black slaves in the basement of the state government!"

Tom frowned: "What black slave?"

"It's...our black compatriots," the soldier was a little confused, "locked by iron chains."

Tom's face turned gloomy. He strode towards the basement, and his boots creaked on the broken glass. In the basement, there were indeed a group of black men in the garment, men and women, looking at the group of fully armed "Black Masters" with dull eyes.

"They are prisoners of war," a white official escorted explained stammeringly, "the rebels captured from Missouri, because General McMurlen brought a division into Missouri, so some slave owners turned against each other again.::

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Tom pulled the trigger before he could finish his words. The official's brain splashed on the wall.

"Let them go," said Tom's opponent, "and...... to the Spokes Team."

The local soldiers said in a very good manner: "Sir, isn't this...::

"It's the coat slave!" Tom yelled, "If a black slave wants to carry the flag, he must be the coat first!"

Topeka's crying continued until dawn. The next morning, when Xianfeng's main force drove into the city, they saw rows of white corpses piled on the roadside, and many trembling white women in the church. Tom stood on the steps of the state government to greet his Governor, behind him was a pile of trophy.

"Good job," Xianfeng patted Tom on the shoulder, "From today on, you will be the brigade commander."

Tom was overjoyed and quickly knelt on one knee: "Thank you Governor!"

Xianfeng walked towards the governor's office, followed by Lin Shu, Zeng Ke and a thousand confidants. When he passed by the newly recruited black men, he didn't even blink. There was a map of Kansas hanging on the wall of the office.

Xianfeng drew a circle on it with a red pen.

"Send the order," he told Zengke. "All the black soldiers participating in this battle will each receive a hundred acres of land...:::.The land in the red circle should be enough." He paused, "As for the labor force for farming...:::. We will have it when we enter Missouri!"
Chapter completed!