Chapter 755 Namo Gatlin, there is Master Zhao Si in the north (please ask for monthly tickets, and ask for monthly tickets!)

In late February 1863, outside New York.

Twelve carriages ran over the gravel road and headed towards a newly completed Federal Army barracks. Lincoln sat in his first carriage wrapped in an old woolen coat, and laying on his knees the military information report from Sherman early in the morning - the "Joketown-Harrisburg Battle" that had been on the verge of several months. Finally, after a series of battles surrounding these two fortresses and the Sakhaquinas River, a Southern Army mobile army led by General Robert Lee, crossed the Sakhaquinas River and ended with a South Army mobile army led by more than 100,000 people across the Sakhaquinas River.

Although the Northern Army lost a total of 100,000 people in this series of battles! The Southern Army lost only 70,000 at most (Sherman claimed 140,000, and Lincoln gave him a half-deal), Robert Lee's army retreated after all. So Lincoln was still very proud at this moment - if the enemy retreated, he won!

This "Yorktown-Harrisburg Battle" was the first real victory of the Northern Army since the beginning of the American Civil War!

And this is just the beginning.

The coachman held the reins and John Nicholas's voice rang in Lincoln's ears: "Sir, here."

On the muddy playground, six twelve-pound Napoleon cannons formed a semicircle, with a black iron monster in the middle. A doctor named Richard Gatling was wiping the barrel with an oil cloth. It was not a single barrel, but a total of six barrels on a cast iron bracket, which looked majestic!

This gun with six barrels is the famous Gatling machine gun! It weighs 300 pounds, and brass bullets are neatly arranged in the ammunition box on the side, shining with an industrial luster in the morning light. In January this year, the production of copper shell ammunition in the Northern Federation has exceeded 2 million rounds, which is definitely the world's number one!

"Please see, this is a miracle of industrialization. Its appearance will save countless lives!" Richard Gatlin seemed a little excited to hold the shaking handle and said something ridiculous to the extreme.

The doctor who treated and saved people felt that there were too many people who killed with a front-mounted rifle gun, so he invented the Gatling machine gun so that people would not kill with a front-mounted rifle gun. It was really a compassionate person!

"Let's go, Doctor Gatlin!" President Lincoln, who had already sat on the wooden viewing platform, waved his hand vigorously and issued an order to open the fire.

"As for order!" Dr. Gatlin turned the shaking handle clockwise.

The British Consul Francis Claire Bahrain (Baring of the Bahrain Bank) frowned. John Pierpont Morgan, who returned to the United States from China after the Civil War began, took a sip of the cigar, and an extremely solemn expression appeared on his round doll's face.

Suddenly, the barrel began to rotate.

In an instant, the tranquility of spring was torn to pieces. Six barrels spewed out flames, and the shells poured on the mud like a rain of gold. The pine board target a hundred yards away first opened a honeycomb-like bullet hole, and then collapsed. The smoke wrapped in wood chips rose three feet high, which shocked the horses pulling carts near the viewing platform neighed continuously.

"Two forty rounds per minute!" An engineer from Gatling factory roared and introduced, "Just three people operate - the loader! The handle shaker! The aiming hand!"

The commander-in-chief of the Northern Army, Sherman, quickly walked down the wooden viewing platform, walked up and bent down to pick up a hot shell. The copper shell was stamped with the steel stamp of "Springfield Arsenal 1863" on the bottom, and there were still patterns of milling cutter processing on the side.

He remembered several battles between himself and Robert Lee. If his army could have 500, no, 100 such revolver guns that could fire 240 bullets per minute, Robert Lee would have been defeated long ago!

"The South cannot make this." Navy Commander-in-Chief David Farragut walked to Sherman at some point. He stretched out his right hand wearing deerskin gloves and pointed at the gun frame: "Look at this crankshaft, this is made of steel made from Bessemay converter. The south's country bumpkins are still using crucibles to make steel, and the output is pitifully small."

At this time, Gatlin let go of the shaking handle, the last shell fell to the ground, steam-like white smoke rose from the barrel, and all 500 rounds of 14.7mm-caliber brass children were shot. Twenty wooden human targets had already turned into pieces all over the ground, and the farthest bullet hole was even hit on the stone wall 200 yards away.

On the other side of the viewing platform, Huang Shiren tapped a tin cigarette box with an ivory cigarette mouth. Not only did there be cigarettes in the cigarette box, but there was also a secret power sent in a code word. The content of the secret power was translated into: Zhao Si faked down, and the bonds were on the rise.

He glanced at the Lehman brothers who were applauding. The three Bavarian immigrants were all agents of Luo Yaoguo. They should have used HSBC's bank to buy a lot of bonds issued by the Treasury Department of the New York Federal Government. JP Morgan, further away, was whispering to the deputy minister of the War Department. Look at his excited look, could he be discussing investing in the production of such revolver guns? Well, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom must also have such a killing weapon!

"Mr. Huang is also interested in the murder machine?" The British consul suddenly came over.

"Consul is joking." Huang Shiren took out the Havana cigar, "I am only concerned about the interest rate of the gold bonds that will be issued soon. I wonder how much the Bahrain Bank is preparing to pay?"

As he spoke, Huang Shiren stretched out a slap and flipped around.

The consul's face changed slightly, and he lowered his voice and said, "Is that high? The north seems to be about to win."

Huang Shiren smiled slightly and took back his slap.

Lincoln's speech was arranged in front of an elm forest. He deliberately stood on the left side of the Gatling machine gun, as if the steel barrel could provide guarantees for his bonds. It didn't seem that it was really possible!

"Some people say that this war is a battle between factories and plantations. But I want to say that it is a decisive battle between civilization and barbarity!" Lincoln began to speak again. Although his voice was a little hoarse, he was confident-he had Gatlin, but not to the south!

This is called Namo Gatlin!

In addition to Gatling, Lincoln also has an ace.

"When the South was still picking cotton with black slaves," Lincoln suddenly raised his tone, "we are creating the future with the wisdom of the free man!" He slapped Gatling's barrel. "This weapon can never be made by the slave plantations in the South! Their factories have no rolling mills, no steam hammers, and millions of workers who voluntarily devoted themselves to freedom! Of course, they do not have the respected Mr. Richard Gatling."

As he said that, Lincoln pointed his hand at Gatling beside him and then took the lead in applauding.

Applause was the first to be heard from the Wall Street representatives, and the Lehman Brothers slapped red. They knew that the front page of the New York Herald will be published tomorrow, "Gatling's shocking display, the Federal Reserve is sure to win."

At this time, Lincoln took out another Chinese-style envelope, which read two very eye-catching Chinese characters "Zhao Si". He waved the envelope: "Gentlemen, this is the best general of the Southerner. He trained a group of black slaves who only know how to pick cotton into the best military general Nicholas. Zhao Si wrote to me. In the letter, he clearly expressed his willingness to surrender to the federal government!"

As soon as these words were said, most of the people on the viewing platform were stunned: Zhao Si is going to surrender to Lincoln? Lincoln's left hand Gatlin and his right hand Zhao Si Ye Bei will definitely win!

After the demonstration, everyone moved to the temporary tent for lunch. Zhang Bao, who returned to New York as a California Navy Colonel, deliberately landed at the end, and even walked to the Gatling machine gun while the person was not paying attention and carefully looked at it - good thing, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom must be in hand!

"Mr. Zhang is very interested in mechanical structure?" English sounded behind Leng Bufang.

Zhang Bao froze all over. He turned around and saw J.P Morgan also looking at the Gatling machine gun, as if he was looking at a product to be estimated.

"Mr. Gatlin said that the most exquisite thing about this gun is the cam locking device." Morgan put on his glasses and looked at the machine gun in front of him: "I think His Highness, King Wu, must he want to get its manufacturing technology?"

Before Zhang Bao could respond, JP. Morgan said to Zhang Bao in Chinese: "You can't buy a patent for producing it. No matter how much money you spend, the US Secretary of War will not approve it. But I have a way. I am the cousin of New York Governor Edwin Morgan, and we both belong to the Welsh Morgan family."

In a corner of the tent where the lunch party was held, Huang Shiren was fiddling with the peas on the plate with a silver fork. Beside him was Bahrain, the representative British Consul of the Bahrain family, and the three brothers of the Lehman family, J.S. Morgan, J.S. Morgan. Several foreigners were surrounding Huang Shiren to inquire about Zhao Si's rebellion against the Northern Federation, while Huang Shiren was "Huang looked at the interests of the people around the world" - always raising the topic towards the interest rate of gold bonds.

While several people were testing each other's trump card, suddenly, the voice of US Treasury Secretary Chase came from the side: "Some of you are here. Can you talk with me? Can you discuss the bond interest rate?"

At the same time, the permafrost in the Nebraska grasslands had not yet been melted, and a strange army was moving eastward along the remaining snow. Nicholas Zhao Si, the Southern Army general who was called the "Missouri Demon" by the federal newspaper, was now riding a pure black Virginian war horse and wearing a gray military coat toward eastward.
Chapter completed!