Chapter 759: One hundred thousand black slaves and one hundred thousand soldiers, the beautiful loyal minister Zhao Siye

Prince Vasily narrowed his eyes, which were soaked by vodka, and looked at the man in front of him who called himself a "loyal minister of America". The king of conscience has a conscience, but conscience does not mean it is easy to deceive. He always felt that the words of Mr. Zhao were mixed with vodka, and he smelled and burned, and had a great potential.

Father Tupolev stood aside, his rough fingers twisting the silver cross, and his knuckles turned white due to force. This Orthodox priest knew Xianfeng's background better than Vasily, where could the Qing emperor who escaped from "heaven" one by one?

But this cannot be said. The land in Missouri is still soaked in blood. The white master's head is hung on the belt of a black slave. Who dares to talk too much?

Moreover, "Xianfeng from Heaven" belongs to the secret of heaven. It is difficult to say whether it is "escape" or "sent" to come. If it is "escape", then it belongs to the "devil". If it is "sent" to come, it is undoubtedly a "angel"... In short, it is not easy to mess with.

"General Zhao," Vasily thought about the words, and the strong Russian accent made English slimy. "Washington's side has some doubts about your slave liberating...:::.

doubt?

The men in Washington wished to nail Zhao Si to the cross! The foundation of the Southern Federation is white supremacy, black slaves in cotton fields, and state power is sacred and inviolable. But what did Xianfeng do? He asked the slaves to take guns, let the white people farm, and stuffed the white girls into the slaves' tent! The gentlemen on Capitol Hill were so angry that they threw the crystal whiskey cup. If Grant's muzzle was not against Tennessee, they would have sent troops to suppress the rebel.

Xianfeng spread his hands slowly and said helplessly: "If the black slaves are not liberated, where will my soldiers come from? Grant has 200,000 white soldiers, and Johnston has only 30,000! If I hadn't recruited the Black Flag Army in Missouri, the Northern Army would have fought to New Orleans!"

He paused, and suddenly took out a yellowed document from the inner bag of the military uniform. The fire paint mark on the parchment was still intact: "Besides, I have clearly authorized the war zone commander to confiscate the property of the rebels in accordance with Article 8 of the Confiscation Act of 1861." Xianfeng's fingers were heavily stamped at the signature, "President Jefferson Davis personally signed, and the seal stamped by the men on Capitol Hill. Now it is just black people confiscating white people, so why are they becoming traitors?"

Vasily's Adam's apple rolled a little. The Tsar sent him to help the Americans carry out progress in serfdom, from slavery to serfdom, it also made progress, but he did not teach him to deal with such a counter-Tiangang matter. Moreover...:::. The serfdom did not stipulate that white people should not be serfs!

Tupolev's cross tightened. This bill really exists! At the beginning of last year, the Washington newspaper also discussed it, saying that it was a weapon against northern spies. But who would have thought that one day the black slaves would ride on the heads of white men with it?

The oak in the fireplace crackled, and the flames cast a jumping shadow on Xianfeng's face. He suddenly stood up, and the Spurs made a harsh sound on the floor. The battle map on the wall was lifted, revealing another hand-painted military deployment map. A black arrow was inserted from St. Louis to Memphis.

"Prince, please see," Xianfeng's baton was at Sullivan Farm on the south bank of the Missouri River. "Not counting the Third Black Brigade who stayed in Denver, I have: 7,200 Black Division, 8,400 Black Division, 3,000 Black Cavalry Brigade, 2,100 Red Cavalry Brigade (Indian Mixed) and 2,100 Black Cavalry Brigade, and thousands of Black Coats." The tip of the stick crossed the Tennessee border, "If I were to cross the river...\n..\nIn three months, this number could be four times more to reach a hundred thousand."

Vasily's blue eyes suddenly shrank. One hundred thousand black local soldiers! There were much more white local soldiers in the south along the Mississippi River! But when he saw the supply line marked on the map, he suddenly realized something: "Your arms...:...\n

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"Colorado's gold, Nevada's silver can be exchanged for enough guns from the West Coast," Xianfeng's mouth curled up a dangerous curve. "Next month, a Mississippi M1841 rifle will be shipped to New Orleans, enough to arm tens of thousands of new recruits. As for the food...:...:" He suddenly used a baton to lift the curtains, and the black coat outside the window was transporting trucks of wheat from somewhere. "Tennessee's plantations are ten times larger than Missouri."

The conversation was interrupted by the rushing sound of horse hooves. Zeng Jia Linshu almost fell into the hall, and the mud-stained military boots dragged out stains on the carpet: "General! The Northern Army of St. Louis has moved!"

The express message he handed over was issued by the Western Theater Command in the South. Xianfeng took the letter and opened it and read it: "The Western Theater Command was urgently ordered by the Western Theater Command. April 12, 18623. To General Zhao, the Colorado Legion: Scout report, the Northern Army Grant team had about 75,000 people, with twenty siege artillery, and went south from St. Louis this morning by transport fleet. The vanguard had arrived in Cairo and was expected to launch an offensive against Memphis within 48 hours. The defense of Fort Henry was exhausted and the situation was very critical. Now let your troops advance east immediately and must arrive at the Memphis fortification before the Northern Army arrived. The handwritten by General A.S. Johnston."

Almost at the same time, Tupolev also received the telegram from his accompanying Russian staff. This was issued by the State Department of the Southern Federation: a secret telegram from the State Department of the United States of America. On April 12, 1863, to His Highness Prince Vasily: Resolution of the President and the Cabinet: In view of the threat of the Grant Legion approaching, General Zhao's troops were allowed to cross the river to fight. He authorized him to recruit no more than three black infantry divisions in Tennessee, and the required ordnance was raised by him. However, it must be made clear: 1. All black officers shall not exceed the rank of major; 2. Slaves or serfs owned by white planters shall not be confiscated in Tennessee; 3. The disposal of prisoners of war must comply with the "Prisons of War Regulations 1862". Signed by Secretary of State Benjamin Acting President.

At the same time, the conference room of the New York Presidential Palace was filled with smoke. Army Secretary Stanton placed a telegram on the conference table, and his voice was a little awkward:

"Our informant just heard that Davis suppressed the voice of dismissing Zhao Si and ordered him to enter Memphis...::.:" He pointed to the curved Mississippi River on the map. "President, General Grant must take Memphis before those nigger legions!"

Finance Minister Chase suddenly interrupted: "President, this Zhao Si...:::.Have you surrendered to us?"

Lincoln slowly took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes with his rough fingers. The bell on the wall was pointing at three in the morning, and the rain was getting heavy outside the window.

"Now it looks...:...I'm afraid not!" Lincoln's voice was low. "Although he led his army into southern Missouri controlled by the south and liberated the slaves there, he did not clash with the southern militias in southern Missouri. And he also used the gold from Colorado and Idaho to compensate the slave owners in southern Missouri...:... Maybe not much, but it was somewhat respectful of private property."

"Then, what should we do with our gold bonds?" Chase said tremblingly, "We will issue a batch of gold bonds next month, with an estimated annual interest rate of 6%. We are preparing to issue bonds worth 30 million pounds, not only in New York, but also in London and Paris. If Zhao Si is still loyal to the South, then the 30 million pound bonds will...:...,

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"First block the news, you can also tell the outside world that Zhao Si has accepted the military ranks and positions we have granted...:::. It is important to ensure the successful issuance of the second gold bond!" The president said in a hoarse voice, "Prepare Memphis at all costs. If you see the troops wearing the black, red and yellow flags...\n.\n" He paused, his eyes swept over the Army Minister, "Preferential annihilation!"

On the banks of the Mississippi River before dawn, Xianfeng was tapping his palm with a horse whip. The outline of Tennessee on the other side was looming in the morning mist, and the first ferry ships were already set off with the Third Regiment of the Black Army. Zeng Jia Linshu trotted and handed over the telegram he had just forwarded from Memphis:

"Master, it is true that I sent the New Orleans Cathedral to send a code-word telegram."

Xianfeng unveiled the telegram, and there was a code message on it: "Brother Zhao Mingjian: 50,000 Jinhua hams (referring to M1841

2 million peanuts (specified loading), 1,000 barrels of sugar (referring to gunpowder), 100 barrels of sugar (referring to cannons), and 20,000 pickled winter melons (referring to shells) have arrived in New Orleans and will be transferred to Memphis soon. If Memphis is not insured, the goods will be temporarily stored in New Orleans, waiting for brother Tainan to pick up the goods. The Bishop of New Orleans Xinli telegrammed."

The river wind suddenly became cold, and Xianfeng's cloak roared. He looked east, and there was a faint sound of cannons coming from there. Grant's vanguard had already had a fire with the defenders of Fort Henry on the other side.

"The order," he suddenly turned around, "tell the First Black Division that the white plantation in Tennessee...now it is called the 'wartime production cooperative'." A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's wartime, everything is for the front line...:::. If the South is defeated, the Tennessee slave owners will not be able to save anything!"

Lehman Brothers Headquarters, 23 Wall Street, New York.

Huang Shiren pinched the telegram sent by Bishop Lingli of New Orleans in his fingertips. The code words on the telegram have been deciphered. "Zhao Si has arrived in Memphis, and the black army is loyal to the south, and has been allowed to expand its army to 100,000!"

Outside the window, the sound of carriages and hawking sounds of Wall Street mixed together, and the subscription orders of gold bonds flew to major banks like snowflakes. But at this moment, a sneer appeared on the corner of Huang Shiren's mouth.

"Gentlemen," he turned and said to Lehman Brothers, J.P. Morgan, who was sitting at the long redwood table, and Sir Bahrain, the British Consul, "Selling."

Morgan's finger tapped the tabletop gently, and his eyes were sharp behind the gold-rimmed glasses: "Now, the market is still grabbing Southern bonds, and the yield has reached 6.5%.

Huang Shiren pushed the telegram over the table: "But Zhao Si was not here to surrender, he was here to fight the Northern Army!"

Sir Bahrain frowned, his thick beard trembled slightly: "But the Lincoln government just released news that Zhao Si had secretly accepted the rank of Major General of the Northern Army..."

"Lie!" Huang Shiren sneered, "Memphis informant saw the black army landing with his own eyes, and the military flag was black, red and yellow.

It's not the star and striped flag of the north!" He suddenly pulled open the curtains and pointed to the crowded exchange downstairs, "Look at those people, they are still betting that the south cannot last for 1864! But once Zhao Si's 100,000 black army stood on the side of the south to participate in the war, Grant would definitely eat in Memphis!"

The Lehman brothers looked at each other and quickly reached a consensus.

"Notify our brokers," Old Lehman said in a deep voice. "Before closing today, we will short all northern bonds and cotton futures, and sell all the railway company stocks."
Chapter completed!