On the earthy road in Louisiana, a long team was moving quickly. Their characteristics were that they were wearing neat green uniforms, a green iron shell on their heads, and a spear on their backs. There was nothing else.

What a strange team. When the people of Louisiana saw these individuals, they were very different. They had never seen such an army before... They should be an army, but it was too strange.

Fortunately, there are not many such people after all. Louisiana is in chaos these days, so if you can, you can hide...

"Zhoutou, do you think we can really be ahead of those Yankees in such a hurry?"

"Zhoutou, let's talk to us."

Xiaoshanzi's platoon was supplemented to the First Army. This has many benefits. On the one hand, it is to supplement the number of the First Army. After all, now we have three-three systems and we have to expand it. In addition, we are training new recruits, and it is not enough to make the First Army a monolith.

After all, if it is all Irish, it is not easy to deal with... This method is normal, and it has been like this all over the world throughout history.

But in the face of these questions from his subordinates, how can Xiaoshanzi answer?

"What are you asking so many questions? Let's do whatever we want! Obey orders!" To be honest, Xiaoshanzi had no answer. Anyway, these things were all done by his emperor's father, so let's do it well.

"No." The guy who had complained about the green steel helmets had come out to explode the thorn again, "I said Zhoutou, we are worried about the troops. The place we are going to now is Vicksburg, right? Yes, this place is called Fort, which should be on land, but the problem is, everyone knows, there is a Mississippi River, right? Then you say, we pioneers and the Lightning Force, we only brought these light weapons in our hands. We didn't even come over, and we could build a pontoon bridge before, but what should we do now?"

You really don't know, this question is really reasonable. However, there are not only Chinese people in this row, but also blonde and blue-eyed white people.

"The Mississippi River is so wide. I guess the thing like a pontoon bridge is not enough." As a white man, he is probably a local American, and he probably has a better understanding of the geographical conditions of the United States.

"What should I do?"

Yes, if we rushed to the Mississippi River quickly, but we could not cross the river, wouldn't that be done?

Is there any way Xiaoshanzi can do?

"Don't talk too much nonsense! Obey orders! We are soldiers! The duty is to obey orders!"

In fact, Xiao Shanzi had no choice but to do anything, and he couldn't understand at all. What if this team rushed to the river bank?

But he knew one thing. His own emperor's father would not make any mistakes. He would definitely make sense to do this...

It should be said that it is less than 60 miles from Monroe to the west bank of the Mississippi River, but this distance cannot be achieved overnight. Although the Emperor* team spent a lot of money to buy almost all the horses they could see, the horse is not as easy to run as expected.

The one with the best endurance of the horse in the United States is the Conestoga horse. Yes, that caravan is actually equipped with this horse. But no matter how good the endurance is, it is impossible to keep running. Even this kind of horse usually moves forward in a trotting posture.

In fact, when Li Mengyang was a thief in the central and western regions, the reason why he was able to ride his horse was actually because the town there was small... Yes, the town was small enough. I rode a horse and sprinted quickly for a short time, which gave the people in the town a feeling of coming and going like the wind. But in fact, I slowed down after leaving the town.

This kind of horse can only last less than 10 kilometers at high speed, which is still a good horse!

In other words, it is difficult for the empire to get faster, but this is not considered crossing the river yet. So, what about Sherman's troops?

On the Mississippi River, dozens of steam boats were flying against the current, and these ships were Sherman, the general of the American Northern Army, and his troops. They were just on the side of the ship, looking at the surging river water, and the bright sun in the sky, Sherman was somewhat frowning.

After passing from Houston to New Orleans, and from New Orleans to the Mississippi River north, Sherman, a famous general who has experienced battles, felt somewhat exhausted. His eyebrows were entangled, as if he couldn't open it no matter how he did it.

"General! No matter how you look at it, we will arrive in Vicksburg first, you don't have to worry." Greg was beside Sherman. The two of them had really escaped from death before, but this also brought their friendship one step closer.

You know, before the start of the civil war, Sherman was also a complete loser. He seemed to be unable to live a normal life, and was even removed from the US military because of serious violations of discipline... Of course, this may be because there was nothing wrong with it, because the US military had no important combat mission at that time, and Buchanan was constantly reducing military expenditures.

The one who made Sherman become a new person was Greg, who brought Sherman back to the army after the civil war began.

"Greg, I know we will be faster, but I am always not at peace." Sherman was an ever-winning general, but after facing the American Empire, he was constantly defeated or futile.

"General, don't worry. Why not sleep in the cabin? When you wake up, we should be able to arrive in Vicksburg. At that time, you still have a lot of work to do. The tyrant may not have any vicious tricks waiting for us!" Greg is also very good, at least he is really good to Sherman...

"Oh, okay, it seems that I have to do this." Sherman's mood was messy at this time. He always felt that something might happen, but he didn't dare to think about it in that direction. Just go to bed!

These dozens of ships can be said to be a fleet, Yankees' military transport fleet, and these ships are steam ships. They can be said to be relatively good things in this era. They can also be said to be excellent in terms of speed, and there are not many ships that are fastest.

And after all, it is on the water, so there is really no barrier. So, will the Northern Army led by Sherman have the last laugh in this speed competition?

On July 21, early in the morning, Sherman appeared on the side of the boat again. Yesterday, he had a good sleep. It should be said that he had not slept like this for a long time. He has been very tired recently and has no choice but to rest. There is no way, and the war is tense.

"Oh! Mr. Greg, you are simply a prophet, look, that's the Vicksburg I'm familiar with!"

I saw Sherman's river bank was far away, and there was a messy town, which was Vicksburg.

"Yes General! But the problem now is that Vicksburg was destroyed too seriously. Should we rebuild it?" Greg was naturally familiar with the place, but he knew more that the place was almost broken and the entire town almost did not exist.

You know, the Yankees don’t need this place to do anything for transportation, especially Grant hates this place, which has been hiding him for nine months, so the Northern Army simply wanted to erase this place, so naturally there was no reconstruction.

"We don't need to rebuild anything, we just need to dig trenches!" Sherman took the telescope and looked again. There were many memories of him here.

It seemed that the Northern Army first arrived in Vicksburg, because there were no troops nearby, and Sherman's fleet was not attacked. Sherman turned around and observed the Mississippi River with a telescope, and he was even more certain.

There are only a few merchant ships, although there is a little more, but there is no problem with this.

The Mississippi River is the most important waterway in the United States, with many tributaries, so those who do business have to rely on this river to make a living, so everything is normal.

"Order the soldiers! Let's land!!" Sherman took the telescope and said to Greg.

"yes-private!" Greg replied with a salute.

Soon dozens of troop transport ships began to dock. The port on Vicksburg was still very wide. This was the most important port before, and merchant ships traveled very frequently.

"Brothers! Come on!"

"Don't let that general kick our ass!"

"Hahaha!……"

Teams of American soldiers came down from the ship. Among these individuals were Sherman's remaining soldiers, the American soldiers he collected along the way, and the guys who were recently recruited. Simply put, this was a defeated soldier and a group of new recruits.

But don't underestimate these new recruits. The tough folk in Texas, shooting and killing people, riding horses... and so on, they are not vague at all, but their discipline is a little lacking.

"..." Sherman frowned slightly in the face of such a subordinate, but now he can only be like this. What he wants now is the ferocity of his subordinates.

"Okay! The whole team!"

"Look at it!Look at it!"

"Go in step!"

Although it is the era of trenches, it is the case for normal marches. Soon, Sherman's troops arrived near Vicksburg in an orderly lineup with whistles and drums!

"Very good, keep moving forward!" Seeing that his team was about to enter Vicksburg, Sherman finally smiled, but in an instant, his smile froze!

Bi buckle! Bi buckle!

Twist! Twist...

Boom! Boom!

Only rows of gunfire sounded, and many grenades flew out from Vicksburg!

"What's going on here?!"

"Look at that! Those bastards are all wearing green emperors!"

"Fake!"

Screaming, panic, death, fleeing... It turned out that the troops that were still intact changed instantly! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!