Chapter 761 Amitabha God of the Immortality, we are the real Americans

The rain covers the mountains and forests of Tennessee. On the muddy road, three thousand Mongolian American cavalry formed a long column and walked forward. They wore pointed hoods, fur robes with bison leather, scimitars hanging around their waists, and Mississippi rifles were tied beside their saddles. The rain dripped along the brim of their hats, soaking the copper cross on their chests. It was a holy object of the "Tanic True Career Sect" with "Amitabha Heavenly Father God".

Hongyun Khan rode on his horse and listened to the military songs chanting by the soldiers behind him: "We are real Americans, high mountains,

Plains, lakes, from the ocean to the ocean, are all the lands of our ancestors. Until the white devil comes, we take away everything and we want to take revenge! We want to take back our land! Amitabha God of the immortal emperor, Amitabha God of the immortal emperor...:...

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The singing was low and long, like the wind on the grassland, or like the flowing water of the Mississippi River. The red clouds squinted their eyes and the rain slid down his cheeks. He remembered that a few years ago, he was just a small chief of the Alapaho tribe in Colorado.

The tribe members scattered and were driven away by the white cavalry and fled like a hare. Until General Zhao Si's devil, "Amurfo" came to the Great Plain with the gospel of Amitabha's Heavenly Father God and told them:

"You are not Indians, you are Americans! You must be nomadic like Mongolians, riding and shooting like Manchus, and fighting like Taiping!"

Lord Amurfu is not a charlatan who only knows how to speak out, but he brings three hundred "Tanutist True Care Sect" priests who can ride and shoot well and shoot with armed dance masters and "Ende Axe Man". Many Indians in the Rocky Mountains...:::.No, he has been "crossed" by the American tribes. He followed him to chant "Amitabha God of the Immortal Emperor", and also learned to nomadic and war like the Mongols.

So, a tribe with loose sand began to unite, and they learned the Mongol riding skills, the Manchu tactics, and the discipline of the Taiping Army. They were no longer "Indians", but "Americans" and real Americans!

"Bang!"

A gunshot suddenly came from the rain curtain in front of him.

Hongyun Khan suddenly grabbed the reins of the horse, and the cavalry team behind him stopped instantly. The Protector Shutonga, beside him, slowly raised his hand. This was a bishop of the "Tianshi True Sect" wearing a monk's robe and holding a prayer drum. He was one of the 300 "Tianshi True Sect" priests who followed Lord Amurfu to "transfer" the Rocky Mountain tribes. The prayer drum in the hand of Shutonga stopped, and the copper bell on the prayer drum made a crisp sound in the rain. He listened with his ears, and the rain slid down his bald head.

"There may be two or three hundred people in the northeast direction, three and a half miles away." Shu Tonga whispered, "It should be the Kentucky militia who encountered our people."

Hongyunhan nodded and turned to look at the "Black Tornado" beside him. The black knight commander was wearing the gray tweed uniform of the Southern Army, with a sabre on his waist and a spear on his back, and a cold look on his eyes.

"Tom, you bring a battalion of black cavalry to deal with them." Shutonga's Protector raised the prayer wheel and chanted a scripture in a low voice, "God of Amitabha, the Emperor of Immortality!"

Tom grinned and showed his white teeth: "God of Amitabha, the First Battalion attacked one by one!"

He suddenly squeezed the horse's belly, and five hundred black cavalry rushed out of the rain like a strong wind, the horse's hooves stomped through the mud, and the spear was raised high, rushing towards the direction where the sound of the gun came.

The rain pierced into the mud like a silver needle, and the square formation of the Kentucky militia swayed in the mud. The captain Boone had water droplets hanging on his beard. He squinted his eyes and looked at the dark shadows in the rain, and the sound of horse hooves rolled in like thunder.

"Hell! It's the nigger cavalry!" The new recruit Billy's voice was trembling, "There are still... behind them...:::.God, are they Indians? How do you wear the robes of the Mongolians?"

Old Boone pressed the trigger of the flintlock with his thumb. His early experience in fighting with the Mexicans told him that these black soldiers in the front row were not ordinary cavalry. The black soldiers in the front row were wearing regular army gray uniforms, but followed by Indians wearing Mongolian hats, with brass crosses hanging around their necks and rifled guns inserted into their saddles.

"Let's hollow square formation!" Old Boone's roar was swallowed by the sound of rain. The militia rushed to raise their guns, and someone slipped in the mud, and the flintlock spear broke out and pierced through the companion's calves. Amid the screams, Black Tom's cavalry had rushed into fifty yards.

"Open fire!"

Because many people's gunpowder was tide and could not be started at all, so they could only pull the lead bullet to tear open the rain curtain, and the three black cavalry in the front row fell like a broken sack. But more black shadows were swept in front of them like whirlwinds. Billy saw the face of the leading black soldier clearly: it was a face that looked like a gorilla, with a big nose, a protruding eyebrow bone, and a thick neck under the head that was not too big.

"Amitabha God of the Immortality!" Black Tom's spear penetrated Billy's throat. In the last sight of the young man,

The bloody gun tip was pulled out of his neck...:::

The square formation collapsed instantly. A militia wearing glasses knelt in the mud and vomited, and his chest was shattered by the horse's hooves. As soon as the old Boone's saber hit the thigh of a black cavalry, his left arm flew out shoulder-to-shoulder. He knelt and turned around and saw an "American" wearing a hood swaying the blood from the scimitar.

"You... niggers...\n... Mongolian bastards...\n" Old Boone's curse was mixed with blood foam. What he responded to was the copper bells of the prayer drum. The strange man in the monk's robe was standing in a pool of blood and chanting scriptures. He was holding a Buddhist bead in his hand, but a brass cross.

Hei Tom, who has always been ruthless, has made a lot of progress this time. He did not kill him all, but deliberately let dozens of people go away.

Let them escape back to the towns in Kentucky to spread fears, "The Indians returned from Mongolia and learned arts, and they were going to take revenge!"

After the battle, Hongyunhan and Tom's cavalry gathered together and continued to advance. As the rain gradually dipped, the outline of a white plantation gradually became clear on the hills in the distance.

"There are black slaves there," Tom whispered.

Hongyunhan nodded and raised his scimitar: "Run in and free them!"

Planter owner Cartwright stood under the porch, holding a double-barrel hunting rifle in his hand.

"Steal the gate! Don't let those niggers come in!"

But there were only twenty white gunmen on the manor guards. They hid behind the stone wall and pointed their guns at the cavalry that was coming like a tide. But they couldn't even withstand the first wave of charges launched by the black cavalry and the American cavalry.

The oak gate of the manor collapsed, and Black Tom rushed in with a tall horse, stepping on the fragments of the door panel, holding the reins in one hand and holding the Colt revolver whose muzzle was still smoked.

"Nigga!" Cartwright whipped, holding his already empty shotgun in both hands, and was still pulling the trigger, "Nigga...:...\n.Bring your monkey soldiers back to Africa!"

Hongyun Han appeared silently behind Hei Tom, with blood flowing from his leather robe. Cartwright suddenly laughed wildly: "Another yellow-skinned monkey! You damn Asian guys...:..."

The sword flashed. Cartwright felt his chin cold and the scimitar of red clouds sweat flew away half of his beard.

"My father is a Shawnee," Hong Yunhan said slowly in Kentucky accent, "Mother is Cherokee. Before the Europeans came, my ancestors hunted deer here...:...For generations!" The tip of the knife cut across Cartwright's carotid artery, "You said...who should get out?"

Cartwright covered his neck with his hands, and could not say anything. The last thing he heard was the chanting of unknown scriptures: "God of Amitabha, God, God...

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Cheers suddenly broke out in the direction of the barn. Black Tom's personal soldiers split with an axe, and more than forty thin black slaves rushed into the rain. A one-eyed old man suddenly rushed towards Cartwright and took a hard bite on the face full of horror and long lost breath.

The sound of Shutonga's prayer drum penetrated the rain curtain: "Amitabha God, God of the Immortality, today the punishment is punished. When the cavalry left with the liberated black slaves, the rain had stopped, and the fire in the manor granary reflected the red rain clouds. There was a leather bag next to the saddle of the red clouds, one by one, which contained Cartwright's scalp.

In the morning mist at the Memphis Pier, a rusty steam steamer dragged more than a dozen barges slowly to the dock. The barges had a deep draft, and the decks were piled with wooden boxes nailed with Russian letters. The clever bishop stood at the bow of the boat, his golden curly hair was shattered by the river wind, and his young face looked a little tired from the running of the moon, but his blue eyes were astonishingly bright.

"General Zhao!" He opened his arms from a distance, with an unconcealed excitement in his pure London accent, "50,000 M1841

The rifle, two million bullets, 1,000 barrels of gunpowder, one hundred cannons, and twenty thousand shells, all arrived!"

Xianfeng strode forward, and his military boots treaded in the springboard. He pressed his arms around Linli's shoulders, and his fingers almost fell into the other party's robe embroidered with a cross: "You smart! I've heard that King Luo Wu has a capable foreign brother under you. When I see you today, it's true that he is worthy of his reputation!"

"It's all blessed by the Emperor Amitabha, God," Li blinked playfully, and pulled out a stack of documents from her sleeve. "This is the document signed by Prince Napoleon by His Highness Rinko. The French are now the backstage of the Southern Federation, and New Orleans is a French-square area. I've been very smooth all the way."

Bell, who was standing aside, looked as boxes of arms were moved from the barge by Zeng Ke's black local soldiers, his face turned paler. This beauty, once as beautiful as a rose, is now a little haggard, with deep eyes and a few red marks on her neck. She left behind after she was arrested last time. She mechanically recorded the unloading list, and the quill cuts trembling ink on the paper.

"Big White," Xianfeng suddenly turned around and pinched Bell's chin intimately, "Now you can send a message to your General Grant, saying that my main force has marched towards Nashville, and there are only four thousand old, weak, sick and disabled left in Memphis."
Chapter completed!