Chapter 756 "Liberator" Nicholas Zhao Si (please ask for monthly votes!)

Xianfeng narrowed his eyes and looked at the smoke from the Northern Federation Army's outpost in the distance, and suddenly laughed: "Who said I want to cross the Missouri River?"

Lin Shu was stunned: "But you ordered the entire army to prepare for the crossing of the river last month..."

"Soldiers are the devil." Xianfeng whispered, "I want to go south to southern Missouri!"

Linshu showed a worry and whispered: "Master, even if we really want to surrender to the north, we don't have to march into southern Missouri, right? Lincoln didn't let us do this! Besides, we have controlled the entire Colorado, and Lord Amurfer has occupied Idaho again. In the Utah Territory, Brigham Young's Mormons are willing to exchange salt and grain for autonomy. If we return to Denver now and take Nevada in the autumn, we will be back to the Rocky Mountains and look at the Great Plains..."

Xianfeng shook his head: "No matter how big the territory is, no one will farm and grazing. The big valley in the Rocky Mountains can indeed cultivate land and raise soldiers. If gold and silver mines are dug out, they can get foreign guns and cannons, but what we lack is living people - last year, in Kansas, Missouri, and Nevada for half a year, it took only a total of 20,000 or 30,000 people to capture a total of more than half of the 20,000 to 30,000 people, most of whom are white."

"But southern Missouri is the territory of the Southern Federation. Lincoln recruited you on the surface, but in fact he was not at ease..." Linshu wanted to speak but stopped.

"That's why!" Xianfeng gritted his teeth, "We are going south under the banner of liberating black slaves, and we can not only grab people, but also grab grain, and also be called "liberator". After hundreds of thousands of black slaves entered the mountain, who would dare to underestimate us? Even if the war between them white people is over, as long as someone has guns and food, we can guard the pass of Rocky Mountain and the West Coast to make a separatist! Otherwise, when the white people fight to unify the world, we will be finished!"

After saying this, Xianfeng's horse whip suddenly pointed south, his voice suddenly increased, and he ordered in English: "Send the order! The whole army turns - target southern Missouri!"

The soldiers on the wasteland were in agitation. Bell Watling, the female coat supervisor, thought for a while, and reminded softly: "Governor General, you are the governor appointed by President Davis. Southern Missouri is the territory of the Southern Federation."

"I am the governor of the South, can't I go to the territory of the South?" Xianfeng asked Bell Watling with a smile.

Bell nodded quickly and said, "Of course you can go, so you are going to southern Missouri for the sake of."

"Go to the South" Xianfeng's English suddenly became straightforward, and each syllable was as clanging as the striker of the Gatling machine gun, "Liberate the black slaves!"

Xianfeng opened his throat and shouted, "Listen! Millions of black brothers are locked in the plantations in the south, and Lincoln's "Proverb of Liberation" is just empty talk. The Eight Banners Act and the "Three Feudal Franchise Ordinance" passed on Capitol Hill in Washington were also turned into something similar to waste paper by those insects that held the banner of state power. From today on, the Black Wall Brigade will be the real liberator!"

The reins in Bell's hand fell on the saddle. It was one thing to surrender to the north. Can you take the initiative to go south to liberate the black slaves? This means that you will be completely betray the South, which means that they will directly be enemies with all slave states!

A terrifying light burst out from Zeng Ke's eyes, and a strange silence appeared after the Black Wall Brigade next to Xianfeng. Only the prayer drum of the Zhenyou Sect's military priest continued to rotate in the wind.

Suddenly, Zeng Ke pulled out his sabre and slashed in the air, and shouted: "Liberation!"

"Liberation!" "Liberation!" "Liberation!"

The roar spread like wildfire, and the black soldiers smashed the ground with rifles, knocked stirrups with their boots, and slapped their chests with calloused palms.

Xianfeng let the strong wind blow his red cloak. He caught Lin Shu marking the march route on the sheepskin map. Bell's blue eyes were looking at the direction of his hometown Atlanta. The "Black Wall" Zeng Ke had already galloped towards the front of the queue - holding a "Black Wall" flag in his hand was flying against the strong wind, flew towards southern Missouri.

In Lincoln's office, the flames in the fireplace crackled, reflecting his face sunken due to long-term hard work. His fingers holding the telegram were trembling slightly, as if they were holding not a thin piece of paper, but the fate of the entire Federation.

"Gentlemen!" He looked up suddenly, his eyes were like torch, his voice was hoarse but full of power, "The balance of war has finally tilted! America has won again, again!"

During this period, Lincoln really "wins every day"! First, it was "Namo Gatlin", and then the New York shipyard was launched or started construction every now and then. Now Nicholas Zhao Si really turned against him. It’s a big deal!

Half an hour later, the east hall of the Presidential Palace was filled with reporters, and the dazzling white light of the spotlight flashed one after another. Lincoln stood on the podium, behind the star-stripe flag and the Federal Eagle Eagle Emblem, his figure looked particularly tall under the light.

"Citizens of America!" His voice echoed in the hall, "Just today, we received a news that was enough to change the situation of the war - Nicholas Zhao Si, the general of the Southern Army who once suffered a lot from the federal army, has now turned his gun and marched south!"

A burst of exclamation broke out from the audience instantly, and the pencil slid wildly on the notepad. The reporters widened their eyes, fearing that a word would be missed.

"He was not here to surrender!" Lincoln slammed his fist and smashed the podium, "He is going to liberate the black slaves!"

The cheers almost overturned the roof. Lincoln took a deep breath and continued: "What is the foundation of the Confederacy? It is slavery! And today, a general of the Southern Army is destroying this foundation with his own hands! What does this mean?"

He paused for a second, glanced across the audience, and then said firmly:

"This means - victory is already in sight! We are going to win!"

Wall Street, New York Stock Exchange, is full of people.

The prices of Northern Federal bonds soared like rockets, the roars of traders were deafening, the numbers on the quotation board were pounding wildly, and each refresh attracted a burst of cheers. Huang Shiren stood in the box on the second floor, looking down at the capital carnival in cold eyes. He held the priceless telegraph paper in his palm - "Zhao Si faked down, bonds were bullish", and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Huang," the boss of Lehman Brothers squeezed over with a smile on his face, "It seems that you have bet right again. We can make at least $1 million this time."

Huang Shiren smiled faintly and did not answer. $1 million is more than $1 million! $1 million is just about longing Northern Federal bonds in New York, stock returns, and shorting Southern Federal bonds in London and longing cotton! Although the returns in London have nothing to do with him, Huang Shiren, how could the King of Luo Wu, who "knows finance the most", not make this money?

Morgan Building, top floor office.

Doctor Gatlin rubbed the teacup uneasily, and outside the window was the hustle and bustle of Wall Street. His Gatlin machine gun had just shined on the shooting range, but at this moment, Gatlin, who had a "bodhisattva heart", seemed worried.

"Mr. Morgan," he hesitated, "if the war is over soon, my patent..."

"That's why," Morgan interrupted him, with a shrewd smile on his round face, "Now is the best time to sell patents."

He took a check out of the drawer and gently pushed it in front of Gatling.

"Hundred thousand dollars." Morgan's voice was low and tempting, "Buy out your patent rights - including all improved models."

Gatlin stared at the check and his saliva was almost flowing. This was the 100,000 green-backed dollar of the Northern Federation. As soon as the war ended, the green-backed dollar would become as valuable as the "gold dollar" and the "silver dollar".

"Think about it, doctor." Morgan lit the cigar, and in the smoke, he threw out even more attractive conditions. "I also plan to set up a 'Morgan Gatling' gun company, which is responsible for the production and development of post-loading guns, machine guns and copper shell bullets. If you are willing to join as chief engineer, I can give you 20% of the shares! Although the American civil war is about to end soon, the world is not peaceful, and there must be many people who need our machine guns!"

Southern Missouri, Sullivan Cotton Plantation.

As the sun sets, dozens of black slaves gathered in fear in the manor square. In front of him was Zhao Si's army - the black soldiers of the Black Wall Brigade were carrying rifles, Hongyun Khan's Indian cavalry carried scimitars, while General Nicholas Zhao Si rode on the pure black Virginian war horse and looked down at everyone from a high point.

The slave owner, Mr. Sullivan, is a middle-aged man with a fat face. At this moment, two black soldiers were pressing their shoulders and their faces were pale.

"Listen," Xianfeng spoke in English, with a low voice, but it made everyone hold their breath. "Under the Eight Banners Act and the Three Feudal Franchise Ordinance, slavery in the United States was abolished."

The black slaves widened their eyes and were incredible. What are the Eight Banners Laws and the Three Feudal Laws? Why haven't they heard of it? Is this the law in the south or the law in the north?

"You are serfs now!" Xianfeng then announced.

What a surprise!

The black slave turns into a black serf in seconds.

The slave owner, Mr. Sullivan, suddenly looked up and hissed: "What's the fucking difference? Isn't it still a cotton plant?"

Xianfeng glared at him: "Of course there is a difference - progress comes at a price! Even if it is just progressing from slaves to serfs, so they are now going to join my 'black, red and yellow' legion and start from the bottom of the pack!"

Master Sullivan roared: "You are robbing!"

Xianfeng smiled, and he bent down, lifted the slave owner's chin with a horse whip, and whispered: "There are gold mines in Colorado, and silver mines in Nevada... According to the rules of Colorado, Nevada, and Idaho, black people divide farms, red people divide pastures, yellow people do business, and gold and silver mines are mined by the 'white banner people'. You voluntarily hand over the serfs and the stored grain, and I will divide you a small gold mine."

"Really, really?" Sullivan's eyes changed.

The slave owners in Missouri cannot compare with the wealthy slave owners on the East Coast. They have a smaller industry and fewer slaves. If they can exchange their own slaves and food for a small gold mine, they will be profitable.

"Of course! I, Zhao Siyan, have a belief!" Xianfeng stood up and looked around the slave owners: "If you are willing to surrender, you will be able to take your family to dig gold tomorrow."

The slave owners all looked as if they were knocked out by gold - they all knew that there were gold and silver mines in Colorado and Nevada.

Xianfeng nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand: "Take it away!"

The black slaves were organized into the team, and the slave owners were taken to the camp to "discuss cooperation". As night fell, the bonfire was lit, and Xianfeng stood under the flames, looking at the undulating mountain shadows in the distance, and murmured to himself:

"This American cake is too oily and it's enough to make it!"
Chapter completed!