Chapter 765 Everything is ready, just wait for the south wind (please ask for monthly tickets, please double monthly tickets)

July 1863, on the Mississippi River, America.

The sunset once again dyed the scorched earth of Vicksburg blood, and the charred tree stumps pointed weakly into the sky. Xianfeng, wearing a military uniform of the Southern Army and carrying the rank of lieutenant general on his shoulder, walked into the front trenches with broken iron spikes all over the ground. In front of the trenches, half of the Northern Army's blue uniform was hung on the barbed wire net wrapped in wooden stakes. When the wind blew, the cloth shook, as if someone was struggling.

Chen Yucheng, who had returned from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, was squatting next to a white cannon position, holding a 12-pound heavy salt sugar blasting bomb in his hand, and the words "Medein Mexico" were engraved on the shell. He heard the footsteps behind him, and he didn't raise his head: "Governor Zhao, am I right? Is this white cannon and salt sugar blasting bomb a weapon to break the Northern Army's Gatlin? As long as those 'Mexican' shells, as well as Chilean and Cuban sugar, we can keep guarding!"

Zeng Jia Linshu knocked the wire mesh with a horse whip. "General Chen, your Taiping Heavenly Kingdom blacksmiths are getting more and more skilled," he grinned, revealing a few yellow teeth. "The wire is surrounded by iron thorns.:::..How did it be made?"

Chen Yucheng quickly shook his head and said, "Lao Zeng, don't falsely accusing others of innocence. This barbed wire and this shell are all made in Mexico... Look, the shell is engraved with 'Medein Mexico', which has nothing to do with the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!"

These barbed wire fences at the front of Vicksburg and the 12-pound white cannons with flowering shells were all brought by Chen Yucheng from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, but the origin was washed into Mexico. In theory, they were all transported by Old Mo after rubbing hands and transported them to the United States by Mexican "Ball Owl" with a small steamer, which has nothing to do with the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

Xianfeng sneered, his eyes swept across the mountainous bodies of the houses outside the barbed wire. Vultures hovered on the houses, swooping down from time to time, pecking at a house with a captain's epaulette.

"Made in Mexico...::.:" Xianfeng snorted, "Okay, but how should the Northern Army's navy be broken into two ironclad ships a month? In a few months, the southern coastline will be blocked by the Northern Army. At that time, Mexico's "Bomb Owl" can still smuggle shell shells? And Cuban sugar, how should Chilean nitrogen come?"

Chen Yucheng waved his hand: "What do you want to do so far? Maybe if you win this Mississippi battle, you will be able to negotiate peace between the north and the south."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of a steam boiler came from the river bay. It was Zhang Bao's steam "patch boat" dragging iron cables and floating boats to adjust the blockade line on the Mississippi River. In addition to the trenches, barbed wire and fortresses on the land, the black legion of Xianfeng also pulled a "floating boat blockade line" composed of iron cables and wooden boats on the Mississippi River to cooperate with the shore to resist the Northern Army's fleet.

During this period, every night, the black legion would launch a "fireship night attack". Before the night attack began, Zhang Bao had to command the steam "patch ship" to drag a "iron cable floating boat" to allow the "fire ship" to pass through.

At this time, the new commander of the Second Black Brigade, Heidhai, came out from the depths of the trench, and the uniform of the gray trench was covered with mud.

The bandages wrapped around his forehead were oozing black blood. He saluted Xianfeng, his voice hoarse: "Governor, today the northerner rushed for ten rounds during the day! They all took twelve pounds of Napoleon cannons and various breech guns to plow the ground...::::" He gestured the trajectory of the shelling, "knocked off our six more barrel guns, and the barrels of the three Mitliusto guns were crooked."

Chen Yucheng frowned when he heard this: "It's crooked? Can it still be used? This French gun is so powerful. Fifty barrels are fired, and the shotgun will be hit by iron rain!" He waved to a multi-barrel gunman from the West Coast, "You learn it for Zhao Shuai. How do you clean up the scattered line of the Yankees during the day?"

The gunman was a "native Californian native". He spoke in a Guangdong accent and danced: "The Northerner rushed through the pile of corpses with a star-striped flag. As soon as he touched the wire, we Mitlius opened fire! Fifty barrels of guns were sprayed together. The Northerner in the front row fell like a wheat harvest. The back stepped on the body and arched forward, but was caught by the wire mesh and could not move...::.

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Xianfeng turned his head and looked at the front outside the trench. Outside the barbed wire, two Northern Army corpses overlapped in strange postures. The young soldier's hands were still holding the veteran's belt, as if he was dragging his comrades at the last moment before his death.

"What happened later?" Xianfeng kicked away the broken limb at his feet.

"Later, the Yankees's supervisory team forced the man to charge with a pistol," Heidhai wiped the blood left on his forehead with a handkerchief. "Three barbed wires were crushed by the corpse, and a major rushed into the trenches with more than 20 people...\n."

The sound of iron tools colliding suddenly came from the corner of the trench. Everyone turned their heads and looked at them. Three black soldiers were poking the Gubei military body with bayonets for fun. The intestines flowed out of the cracked abdomen and dragged the sticky marks on the scorched earth.

"It's this bastard!" Heidhai spitted, "When he brought people in, he shouted to send the nigger to hell." I used a revolver to smash my head!"

As the dusk gradually subsided, cheers erupted at the corner of the trench. Dozens of black soldiers stood in a row, one by one with a bulging belly.

The eyes were shining with a wolf-like green light. Zeng Jia Linshu opened the flag-raising certificate and pronounced in English with a Hunan accent:

"Tom Jefferson! 180 points, lift it into the Black Flag! Give 80 acres of good fields in Colorado and the Louis Valley!

A rotten black man walked out of the queue with a crutch, his eyes flashing. Zhao Si personally put a bronze cross on him and whispered in English: "Do it well, and after the war is over, you will earn him one or two hundred points. They are all used to exchange for black serfs. Then you will be the master."

No wonder Xianfeng had to stare at McMallen before to ask for black serfs. It turned out that they were not only cannon fodders, but also cannon fodders to be killed by trophy. They made meritorious and became masters. They were not made meritorious and were beaten to death, so they were black serfs. They were given to the black serfs as prizes. "Peter Adams! Kill two northerners and awarded two black coat contracts!

A black sniper soldier walked up to Xianfeng with a Minie gun, saluted, took the contract for the coating, and grinned: "Haha, I have two black slaves now. ::::. After this battle, I will be the real black master!"

Xianfeng patted his shoulder and chuckled in a low voice, "What's the point of having a black slave? Fight hard, accumulate another 300 points, and change to a big white wife!"

Amid the cheers, Xianfeng suddenly saw a trembling new recruit, and asked his new guard captain Hei Fugui to pull him over: "Did you see that corpse?" He pointed to the Major of the Northern Army hanging on the wire mesh, "Yesterday he was still a master,

Today, even his black slaves can become landlords by stepping on his family body! This is called kings, princes, generals, and ministers. Would you rather have a genitals!"

The recruit's Adam's apple rolled. He couldn't understand the Chinese sentence Xianfeng said last, but he suddenly grabbed a broken bayonet on the ground and shouted: "Kill the Northern Man! Be the master!"

That night, the Mississippi River.

Twenty slabs were hidden in the reed marsh, and the bows were piled with tiny oil tanks stuffed with white tampons. In the shadow of the shore turret, three hundred black-coated suicide squads were tied to their bodies. A 16 or 17-year-old boy suddenly cried: "God of your life! My mother is still growing cotton in Tennessee...:..."

Zhang Bao grabbed the scabbard and smashed it to the ground. The boy fell to the ground with a humming moan.

"Cry!" Zhang Bao glared at the young man fiercely, "Kill ascend to heaven to death, be reincarnated as Master Bai! He burned the ship of the Northern Heroes, and when he came back, he would carry you as a flag manager and reward you with 100 acres of land in Colorado. That would be the real master!"

Several black coats wanted to sneak away, but were shot and killed by the "American" supervision team looking around. When the house body was thrown into the river, Zhang Bao stepped on the boat and smiled grimly: "Did you see it? This is the fate of the deserter!"

At this time, Xianfeng had already rode his horse to the shore, and the horse whip swept over the crowd: "Everyone who survives tonight will receive 10 more points!

Dead, my family will give you 50 points!"

At midnight, the steam patch ship sprayed thick smoke. Under its supervision, thirty wooden ships rushed towards the river bay like black fish. As a result, halfway through the road, they encountered the Northern Army patrol ship "Monet-7". This Northern Army's inland ironclad ship fired several flares.

The sneak attacked the board fleet suddenly became in chaos.

"Fire!" The captain roared and ordered, and two Gatling machine guns spewed out flames. A piece of wood chips was shot out at the bow of the wooden ship in front, and the tincture oil tanks piled on the bow were lit. The whole ship was engulfed by the fire. The black coats on a boat next to him jumped into the river, but were burned by the burning tincture oil floating on the water and made waves of ghost cry.

"Surrender! We were forced!" The black soldiers on the third boat threw away the torches and knelt on the bow of the ship and raised their hands. The Northern Army sailors hooked the boat gang, and the prisoners immediately cried: "There are only three broken steamboats left in the Southern Army...\n. They are all Zhao Si and his yellow-skinned monkeys that forced us to die.:::"

The firelight deep in the river bay was reflected in the Xianfeng telescope, and he could only hear him whisper: "I have been sent to you for ten days in a row...:::. The Northerners should be relieved, right? Now, I'm just waiting for the south wind! Everything is ready, I only need the south wind!"

Amid the roar of machine guns, flames surged on the Mississippi River. The Northern Army inland ironclad ships and naval officers and soldiers on transport barges squeezed in the U-shaped river channel near Vicksburg gave out bursts of cheers.

The next morning, on the flagship "Queen of the River", the Northern Mississippi Fleet, Grant was holding a cigar and looked at the prisoners on the deck with a cold eyes. A black boy trembled, cried and looked like he was collapsed.

"How many ironclad ships do the Southern Army have?"

"Report, report to the general..." The boy's teeth trembled. "The Southern Army has only three inland iron armored ships left, and they dare not fight at all... Those yellow-skinned monkeys force us to row wooden boats..."

Grant lifted the boy's chin with the tip of his boot: "I heard that your master used the land to replace the head?"

"Yes...\n...\n.\nOne point per acre...\n...\n. No, it's all lie!" The boy suddenly collapsed and cried, "The Colorado deeds are not worthy of wiping his butt in Tennessee!"

The naval staff approached and whispered: "General, the Southern Army has used fire attacks for ten consecutive days, all of which are wooden ships, and the number of wooden ships is getting smaller and smaller every day."

Grante nodded and turned his gaze to the south of Vicksburg-South Army's navy was no longer good, but their army was still very strong, and this war of attrition was easy to fight!

Suddenly, a gust of river wind came, making Grant's eyes a little unable to open. The "Queen of River" also shook. Grant whispered to the left and right: "It seems that it is going to be a strong wind...::. The hurricane blowing from the Gulf of Mexico is so powerful!
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