Chapter 743 The Indian Altai Batel Khan

Most of the stained window glass of Topeka Church was broken, and the cold wind blew the dead leaves under the bench. More than two hundred white women were huddled in front of the altar. Seventeen-year-old Emily buried her face in her sister's apron, which contained her father's blood. Last night, the black local soldier with gold earrings stabbed the old man's throat with a bayonet, and the blood splashed up.

"Get your legs together, girls," Bell Watling sat at the door of the confessional chamber with her legs crossed, and her scarlet nightgown slid to the base of her thighs, "to save you from getting sick from freezing." She only had a satin slipper left on her feet, and the other one was not dragged on her feet when she was caught last night.

Several Kansas peasant women squeezed her around, as if they wanted to use the fiery red shadow as a talisman.

The sound of leather boots treading on the ground suddenly came from outside the door. The women hugged them like electric shock. Emily's sister covered her mouth tightly. Bell took out half of the cigarette butt and lit it with the altar candle. Mars jumped in the dark.

The door shaft sounded, Xianfeng, who was wearing blue tweed military uniform, walked in, stood with a backlight, and his shadow was dragging it.

Linshu held the booklet and read: "Two hundred and seven people aged 18 to 35, forty-nine people aged thirty-five...\n." Before he finished speaking, a baby cried in the corner. Zeng Ke strode over and lifted a woman wrapped in a forced protection like a chicken: "There is still a person with a cub!"

Xianfeng's self-light swept through the crowd. Bell vomited a smoke ring, the collar of his pajamas slid to his shoulders, revealing a large piece of freckles on his chest. She remembered that when the nigger pressed her on the floor of the hotel bedroom last night, she looked like a wolf and a tiger. If an officer hadn't said he wanted to leave the beautiful woman for the big man to use first, she would have been irritated by countless niggers now...:::. If I had known, I wouldn't have accompanied the Kansas profiteer back to my hometown. The unlucky guy was dragged out of her bed, and I don't know if he still has his life?

"It's her!" Xianfeng suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the woman who was smoking calmly.

Lin Shu saw Bell's white thighs in his finger direction, and the Adam's apple moved. Zeng Ke's whip slapped on the bench: "Wearing in red clothes! Get up!"

Bell stood up in a single slipper, and the cigarette butt squirted in the holy water pool. When passing by Emily, the little girl suddenly grabbed her skirt: "Please...::.\n:" Bell opened his cold fingers and whispered something. Emily, who later married a black officer, still remembered that this prostitute was the most ugly word in Atlanta slang.

After Xianfeng picked up the woman, he didn't stay in the church for even a second before turning around and leaving. Bell wanted to follow him, but was stopped by Linshu. Bell glanced at the tall and strong Chinese old man, squinted his eyes and asked, "Old man, you have to line up...\n. It was the gentleman who ordered me first."

Lin Shu laughed, then said to Zeng Ke beside him: "Have you ever tied up someone?"

Zeng Ke nodded: "I have tied it up, and I often tied it up when I was a housekeeper at Master O'Hara's house."

Lin Shu pointed at Bell: "Bundle this bitch and send it to the Governor!"

"Yes, sir!" Zeng Ke looked at Bell Watling's physique, then looked at Governor Zhao Si's back, and immediately understood Lin Shu's thoughts... If this woman attacked Governor on the bed, she might have sent Governor to see Hong Xiuquan.

The big bed in the governor's bedroom in the state government building roared...:::. It took a full minute!

Bell stared at the shaking kerosene lamp on the ceiling, and the pain of the hemp rope slid into his wrist became a good thing. At least it would make her not laugh. This was the first time she had received such an easy job::::

"Your Southerner's cotton quilt cover is soft, almost the same as your body..." Xianfeng, who was lying on the bed smoking, suddenly spoke, and the ashes fell on the embroidered pillow cover of "Medein California". Bell looked at the silver photo frame on the bedside table. The old man in a striped suit in the photo was the governor who had his head cut off last night.

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor, and the voice of Heidhai came in from outside: "Governor General Zeng has something important to do..."

Xianfeng cut off the cigarette butt and sat up, looked at the woman beside him, and then reached out to take his clothes.

Bell suddenly spoke, "Hey, you are the leader of those black people, aren't you?"

Xianfeng's hand stopped in the air and his eyes turned to Bell Watling, "Woman, what do you want to say?"

"You are bad! Very, very...\n. Bad!" Bell didn't know where he got the courage, but he actually accused the man who "bullied" her for a minute.

"Um?" Xianfeng was not angry, but just squinted his triangle and looked at Bell.

"Your black slaves..." Bell said angrily, "How can they do this? Kansas is a free state, and most of the people in Topeka are abolitionists!"

Xianfeng laughed and said, "That's right, my black men are not abolitionists."

"What?" Bell stared at Xianfeng with his eyes.

"They...:... are all slaves!" Xianfeng smiled and said, "What? Is it difficult to understand?"

"This...\n.\n.\n.\n:" Bell struggled with the rope and thorns pierced into the flesh: "Every girl in my brothel dreams of getting rich...::.\n. But they don't want to kill someone and set fire." She looked at Xianfeng, looking like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. "You must have taught those black slaves to do bad things!"

Xianfeng laughed: "The lion in the New York Zoo ate the animal trainer. Do you think the lion learned the cruelty of the animal trainer, or is it bad in nature?"

Bell seemed to have figured it out again and sighed, "I know there is a girl in the Atlanta brothel who was beaten by Lao Tung and was covered in bruises, but later she became Lao Tung and was more cruel than anyone else's hitting people!"

Xianfeng laughed: "You woman is quite interesting."

Bell blinked: "Then what are you going to deal with me?"

Xianfeng smiled and said, "It's a pity to throw you to those niggers and ruin it...:::

He took out a paper cutter from the drawer and broke the rope tied to Bell into several pieces. "Go north and don't go back to Atlanta..." He threw the paper cutter into the corner, and then took out a bag of gold from his military uniform pocket and threw it to Bell, "Go to New York, the future of the United States is in New York!"

"In New York?" Bell looked at Xianfeng in surprise, "Aren't you a general from the south? How...:,

Xianfeng waved his hand and said in Chinese: "It's too late, it's too late..." Then he said to Bell in English, "Go to buy a shop in Chinatown, New York to live a good life!"

After saying that, he put on his clothes and pushed the door open and left.

...The Missouri River turned a desperate bend in the Montana grassland, like a frozen gray snake. The black bear squatted on the high slope of the river bank, chewing a piece of salted and dried bison meat. The fishy smell mixed with bloody smell drilled into his nose. He looked at the dense deer-skin tent in the river bay, remembering that his Cheyenne tribe had been as desperate as his black feet in the river bay two years ago.

At that time, Lord Amurfu brought hundreds of Mongolians and hundreds of white cowboys from California to the grasslands of Colorado, chasing the people of the Cheyenne tribe, and finally drove the people of the Cheyenne tribe to a valley like a bison. He also killed all the bisons of hundreds of miles around.::::. It was not all for eating meat, but for cutting off the Cheyenne tribe's food and forcing the Cheyenne tribe to surrender.

"It's all rotten..." The black bear sweated and sipped with meat, "It smelled like Nanjun's socks."

There were dozens of wild buffaloes lying on the river beach, and there were scary bullet holes on the cow's heads. These were driven to massacre by soldiers from the "Red Man Brigade". They had been dead for some days, and maggots were drilling in and out of the cow's eyes.

"The Buddha said," the interpreter of the Red Man Brigade held the yellow silk edict and recited in a language that could be understood by black feet, "Those who surrendered to the Altaibatel Khan, divided the pastures and appreciated the salt. They resisted... "He warned the Indians who were starving under the slope, "Feed the vultures. The Buddha also said that the herds of bison within a radius of three hundred miles were killed, and even if you could rush out, you would starve to death!"

The prayer flag of Lord Amurfu was tied to the air outlet, and the sheepskin scriptures were blowing loudly. When Hongyun Sweat lifted the curtain, the Archbishop was adding oil to the butter lamp with a golden spoon. The fire shone out the neatly arranged scars on his bald head.

"Subdued," Hongyunhan took off his wolf-skin hat, "The chief with black feet wants to see you."

"The grace of Altaibatel Khan," Archbishop Amurfu clasped the Buddhist beads, "Those who surrendered will not kill...:::. Not only will they not kill, they can also be named Khan! Altaibatel Khan will also help them drive the white devil out of their grassland!"

The "Altai Batel Khan" he mentioned is actually the new khan name that Xianfeng gave him. Altai means "Kingsoft", while Batel is "Warrior", and if it is added, it is "Kingsoft Warrior Khan".

The surrender ceremony was held at noon the next day, and thirty-seven Blackfoot tribes raised white flags. Thirty-seven chiefs from Blackfoot led more than 10,000 people to leave their camp and came to the front of Lord Amurfu and the two brigades of Indian Mongolian cavalry led by him.

The sound of Lord Amurfu's chanting was mixed in the wind, and the True Covenant scriptures on the prayer flags were white by the sun. All the Indian Mongolian cavalry took off their Mississippi rifles and fired their guns into the sky.

"By Buddha, surrender." Hong Yunhan handed over the pampered scroll written in blood, with thirty-seven tribal totems on it. Amur did not pick up the pampered scroll, and the copper bells on the prayer drum were jingling in the wind. He looked at the endless grassland in the north and couldn't help but think of his distant hometown...:.\n.\n Although the glorious past of the Mongols was unimaginable to the Indians on the American grassland, when the industrial wheels rumbled over,

No matter how hard the Mongolians work, they still cannot change their destiny...:.:

"Master Buddha, it's time to give me blessings." Black bear sweat reminded him in his hand holding a salt bag.

Amur grabbed the salt and sprinkled it on the crowd. The salt grains were like a light snow in the sun.

The oldest chief among the black feet held a salt bag in his hands and asked in English: "Great Bishop, can your immortal emperor God really help us regain the land of our ancestors?"
Chapter completed!