Chapter 744 The Mongols wearing the tricolor flag invaded the United States!

The only decent building in Bannac town is the "Bison Horn Tavern" on the mountainside. The chairman of the security committee, John Calhoun, put his boots on the oak counter, and the whiskey smell was circling around the house with all kinds of sour smells. He stretched out his little finger and slid his ears. The gold ring wrapped around his little finger flashed under the oil lamp: "Every Chinese guy charge another five dollars of capitation tax.

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"But Mr. Chairman," Mr. Mike, the owner of the tavern and sheriff, stopped while rubbing the copper mug's hand. "They just paid the capita tax last month."

"That's called health tax!" Calhoun's beard shook, "The yellow-skinned monkey camped by the stream, making the whole town smell bad." He said as he sputum on the ground, landing at the feet of a "Chinese" gold hunter huddled in the corner. The "Chinese" was wearing clothes with very wide sleeves and trousers, two long and short knives and a Colt revolver on his belt...:.:

The back door of the tavern was suddenly knocked open, and the cold wind rushed in with a blood-faced cowboy. Calhoun's confidant Tom stood up with a rifle and said, "Jimmy, is it a black-footed man sneaking into the scene again?"

"Not an Indian!" Jimmy roared in her left ear, which was broken halfway, "It's a Mongolian! She is wearing a leather robe and wearing a three-color black, red and yellow flag...

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The Mongolians wearing the tricolor flag.:::::.The style of painting is really strange!

The laughter almost overturned the pine roof. The miner at the gambling table slapped his thigh: "Jimmy must have been kicked in the head by a big horned deer!" Even the "Chinese" huddled behind the bar were laughing until Calhoun's Colt revolver hit the oak table with a "bang".

In the dead silence, the tin wine glass hanging on the wall began to tremble gently, and the whiskey bottles jingled. Finally, the floor of the entire tavern trembled like a sieve. Calhoun knew something was wrong, so he rushed out of the tavern and rushed towards the watchtower.

The morning mist has dissipated. The cavalry rushing from the valley to the east swam across the ridge, all of which are covered with leather hoods and guns on their shoulders! There are suddenly hundreds of "black, red and yellow" tricolor flags erected in the pine forest on the south slope, and hundreds of yurts have been set up on the northern high ground at some point. The most dazzling thing is the early morning sunshine, and the dozens of doors are mounted on the northern high ground.

Pound Cannon!

"Open the gunpowder depot!" Calhoun's roar was filled with crying voice, "Men and women all go up to the city wall! Be sure to be quick...

No one agreed.

He looked back and found that the tower was empty, he was the only one with long legs, Tom was running towards the horse with a rifle, and bartender Mark was running towards his hut where he hid gold. Even the "Chinese" gold hunter was holding a long knife and rushing towards the mine by the stream...:

"Run quickly! The Mongolians are here!"

"Mongols wearing the tricolor flag have invaded the United States!"

"O God, Genghis Khan's descendants are here in the United States...

In a short while, the town of Bannerk was already in chaos.

Only Calhoun was standing alone on the tower, looking at the gold diggers, small businessmen and prostitutes all over the city.

They all rushed to the western pass like frightened rabbits.

Suddenly, Calhoun woke up suddenly, rushed down the tower, rushed towards the horse, grabbed a flower squad without a saddle, and ran on it and fled westward.

The people of Bannerk had just escaped for three miles when a dull horn sounded suddenly in front of him. Calhoun lay on his horse's back and looked up, and saw a wall of cavalry suddenly erected on the hillside to the west. The "Mongolian Cavalry" had long been ambushing there waiting!

What's worse is...\n.Everyone has a gun!

As a gunfire flashed, the fleeing crowds fell on the mountain road on the eastern foot of the Rocky Mountains, just like cut wheat. Only Calhoun and three confidants rushed out of the "Mongols" ambush circle. They ran along the Snake River, and the strange screams of Indians and the sound of gunfire came from behind.

When the walls of Lewiston, the capital of the Idaho Territory, appeared in sight, Calhoun and his companions shed tears of excitement as they looked at the flying American twenty-one starry banners.::.

The guy from the Lewiston Telegraph Office was dozing off and suddenly woke up by the tremor of the glass window. He looked up and saw four cowboys running into the door. The bald man in front held his right hand with two broken fingers and pressed a bloody hand on the counter: "Hundreds of thousands of times! The Mongolian cavalry crossed the Rocky Mountain.::::.Get power to President Lincoln, Genghis Khan's cavalry invaded America!"

William Wallace, the newly appointed governor of the Idaho Territory, was chewing a cigar and reading the war report, and his glasses were almost shocked. One thousand or twenty thousand or thirty thousand Mongols wearing the "black, yellow and red flags" invaded the United States... Is this possible? Mongolia and the United States are not bordering!

But he soon remembered the secret report received by a merchant who traded on the Montana Trail last week, saying that he had seen a Mongolian-style riding land in the Yellowstone Valley. At that time, he thought he had drunk too much nonsense in Erguotou, California, but he didn't expect it to be true!

"Sacramento has called back!" The secretary rushed in with a telegram. "Ten thousand California militias have completed the assembly in Sacramento and will arrive at a maximum of twenty days. But......" He swallowed, "Governor Smith of California asked us if we regard Indian war land as Mongolian cavalry?"

"Indian warriors? How is this possible..." William Wallace suddenly felt something was wrong. "Ten thousand California militias have completed their assembly and can arrive in twenty days...\n.\n.\n.\n. Is this too fast?"

The gas lights of the New York Federal Government Building were dim on a rainy night. War Minister Stanton used red and blue pencils to draw three "blood marks" on the map: fierce battles on the east bank of the Susquehanna River on the eastern front; Manassas on the central front; Grant on the western front had just pacified Kansas City and St. Louis, but Topeka, the capital of Kansas, was raided by the "black army" led by Nicholas Zhao Si.

The civil war in America...is getting worse and worse!

"We have the information we have in General Lee's crossing time twelve hours ahead of schedule." Navy Secretary Wells shook the telegram in his hand. The armor of the "Virginia" and the "South Carolina" ironclad ships were stronger than we expected, and our 64-pound shore defense cannons could not destroy them at all::::

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Secretary of State Seward took off his silky glasses and rubbed his blood-covered eyes: "President, it seems we need to equip picy shells."

Then let DuPont in Philadelphia find a way.::

The words of the US president were cut off by the rapid footsteps in the corridor. Presidential secretary John Hay rushed in with a telegram. The young man who was at the center of American power was now like a panicked newspaper boy: "Idaho's urgent telegram! Bannerk was captured, and he was attacked... 20,000 Mongolian cavalry!"

"Twenty thousand Mongolians?" Finance Minister Chase almost knocked over the ink bottle. "How is this possible...\nIt must be an Indian mercenary hired by the Southern Kids, right?"

Lincoln raised his head from the pile of maps, quickly received the telegram and looked carefully: "Lewiston's Wallatu said they were wearing the black, red and yellow flags...:::: "The president's voice was hoarse and tired, "just like Zhao Si's black army's flag!"

"President...:.:" Secretary of the Army Stanton said in a worrying tone, "In the past, it was difficult for Indians to assemble a thousand people, but now they can assemble thousands of people...\n."

"Gentlemen!" Lincoln suddenly pounded the table, "Robert Lee took the armored voyage to pierce the Susquehanna River in the east, and the Nicholas Zhao Si set fire to Topeka in the west! Now 20,000 Mongolian or Indian cavalry are emerging, are our spies blind?"

Secretary of State Seward gritted his teeth and said, "Southerns sold their souls to niggers and redskins...:::. We have to let the whole United States, no, let the whole world see their true faces! They are not white supremacists at all!"

General Grant's telegram was delivered to him at this moment. John Hay received the telegram and read it: "It has been found that the main force of Zhao Si's black army moved along the southern foot of the Yanshan Mountains, and its frontman was only twenty miles from Lawrence City."

Stanton showed joy on his face: "It seems that Zhao Si doesn't know that Grant has a 100,000 army, otherwise he wouldn't dare to bump up...::::" He turned to Lincoln, "President, this is the best time for us to destroy the 'black, red and yellow' legion!"

Lincoln nodded: "And Zhao Si.::::.Tell Grant, I don't want to be captured." The president's gray beard shook slightly, "That Zhao Si's head is worth 100,000 federal dollars!"

As the rain gets too low, the telegraph room sends new telegrams. "President," John Haydow, "It's still from Lewiston. Governor Wallace reports that California has concentrated 10,000 militias and can arrive in Lewiston within 20 days!"

"California...:..." President Lincoln's face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping from water. "They were probably in the same group as the so-called Mongolians, right?"

"President...:.:" Seward quickly reminded, "We need the three states of the West Coast now... When we defeat the South and build the railway to Denver, the doomsday of those yellow-skinned monkeys on the West Coast will come!"

Lincoln nodded: "Go and call Wallace back and ask him to accept the support of the California militia! In addition, generate electricity for Grant, telling him that Zhao Si may have distributed some of his troops to the Montana Prairie. Denver must be very empty now, so let him send cavalry to attack!"

The Mississippi Legion Command in St. Louis was heavily guarded. Grant stood in front of the combat map with a cigar in his arms, and white smoke hovered under the gas lights. Bell Watling leaned against the ammunition box in a mink coat, and his red nails streaked across Topeka on the map: "About ten thousand nigger soldiers, including many cavalry and cannons, there were many yellow officers. The commander was a pockmark in his thirties, short and thin, and he could only be energetic on the bed for a minute...:::"

The smiley expressions of the staff members were frozen in the general's frown brows. Grant glared at the Georgia prostitute who was captured by his patrol cavalry yesterday afternoon: "To be more detailed, what... \nOne minute?"
Chapter completed!