The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 1474 Compromise
After all, continuing to fight like this will not benefit either side. The Kingdom of Spain has become corrupt, and the Austrian Empire has not yet taken over this land. Perhaps this will be an opportunity.

There were many people who had this idea. After all, the main force of La Concha seemed to have abandoned the eastern region and allowed Narciso López's army to do whatever it wanted.

This is actually very abnormal, but also easy to understand. After all, the western region is developed, most of the powerful people live in the west, important farmland and facilities are also in the west, and a large number of black slaves are raised in the west.

Although there are sugarcane fields in the east, most of them are not top-quality fields and were developed relatively late. Most of the residents are mixed-race people and native white people.

In the eyes of others, the West is not only about sugar cane, but also coffee and tobacco. These are the essence of Cuba. De La Concha must want to leave a good impression on his new master, so he sacrificed the car to save the master.

The native white people in the East already had opinions about the powerful people in the West, and coupled with the long-standing whispers of the American spirit, they felt that they might be able to escape their current predicament by becoming Americans.

Narciso López did not want to continue fighting these people after the previous battle, instead he needed them to help him deal with La Concha and later the Spanish or Austrians.

San Diego.

In an inconspicuous little farm, a dim oil lamp flickered.

Narciso Lopez's face was also gloomy. The strength and ambition of these native white people in front of him were greater than he had imagined.

The man sitting opposite Narciso Lopez was Don Peoli, the representative of the native white Cubans in the negotiations.

At this time, Don Paoli covered his mouth and nose with an exquisite lace handkerchief and said with a look of disgust.

"Mr. Narciso Lopez, a slave in New Orleans sells for $1200. The five hundred slaves you freed are worth $.

But I guess it's hard for you to understand since you don't even have a decent outfit.

But our legal property has been violated, don’t you think we should do something?”

Narciso Lopez was staring at the pile of human heads lying nearby in a daze. Those heads belonged to his soldiers and volunteers. He was familiar with some of them, but at this moment only the heads were looking at him ferociously.

"I don't think you have the sincerity to negotiate. My men are fighting for freedom and ideals. They don't deserve this."

Narciso Lopez said, shaking his head.

"Mr. Narciso Lopez, I am a businessman, and fairness is my top priority. Whether they are fighting for their ideals or for freedom is not my business. But they came to my territory to cause trouble, so I punished them."

Don Paioli played with the jeweled ring on his finger.

"You want me to give up abolition?"

"Of course not. But you shouldn't be like the Mexicans. You should liberate people like us, not black people."

(In the book, Mexico had already issued the Emancipation Proclamation in 1836.)
Narciso Lopez smiled.

"Do people like you still need liberation?"

Don Peoli sat up straight.

“No one wants more freedom, including us. The Peninsula people on this island have absolute power, and we can only let them do whatever they want.

As long as the US government is willing to help us drive out the Peninsulars, promise not to abolish slavery, not to infringe on our legal property, and let us govern ourselves, then Cuba can become the 30th star on the American flag. "

(According to the history of the book, Texas and California did not become territories of the United States, so there are only 29 states in the United States at present.)
Narciso Lopez sneered.

"Aren't you the most fair? You have made so many requests, but where is your sincerity? Where are the supplies we need? Where are the soldiers?" Don Peoli put on his gold-rimmed glasses and took out a document that had been prepared long ago.

"As long as the U.S. government agrees to our conditions, we can have as much supplies and troops as you want."

"Washington is 3652 kilometers away from here. By the time the news from Washington reaches me, I will have already become a prisoner of La Concha! Do you think Washington will still send troops if I am captured?"

In fact, Narciso Lopez is just using the title of general as a banner. To put it bluntly, he only proclaimed himself a general, and his official position has never been recognized by the US government.

Narciso Lopez didn't know whether the United States would send troops, and he didn't even know whether the US government would approve of his actions.

Narciso Lopez is a native white man in Venezuela and even has a relative relationship with Bolivar. However, when Bolivar started a rebellion, he chose to oppose him.

After Narciso López was defeated and went into exile, it was while living in New York that he came up with the idea of ​​liberating Cuba.

In fact, the Lopez family had many industries in Cuba at that time, but most of its family members lived in Havana and were irreconcilable with Narciso Lopez.

"One thing for another, an exchange of equal value. As for La Concha, we have plenty of ways to deal with him. Don't worry, you just need to give our terms to Washington and make them agree to our terms.

Your mission is accomplished.

If you do well, we would also like to be friends with you.

You won't lose out if you make friends with us. We have everything you want here. If you don't like Cuba, we can also give you enough money to live a life of luxury anywhere in the world."

Faced with this favor that seemed like alms, Narciso Lopez really wanted to stab the other person to death, but reason stopped him.

It seems to be a fair deal on the surface, but in reality the two parties in the transaction are in a completely unequal position.

Since Narciso Lopez wants to use the tiger's skin as a banner, he has no choice but to do it to the end, otherwise he will die a miserable death.

Narciso López wrote a letter exactly as Don Peoli had intended and handed it to him in person.

Only then did Don Peoli nod with satisfaction.

"General Narciso Lopez, my men will leave tonight to deliver this letter to New Orleans. I wish you the best of luck in our cooperation."

A black butler in a black dress came out of the shadows with a tray and spoke in fluent English.

"Sir, would you like wine, rum, or tequila?"

Don Peoli introduced with great interest.

"This is my butler, Whittaker. His family has served me for generations. Ask him if he needs to be liberated?"

Narciso Lopez did not speak, he did not want to go along with the other party. But Whitaker would not give his master face. He was able to get the position of butler, so he naturally understood Don Peoli's thoughts.

"Black people need guidance and correction from white people. It is the greatest honor of my life to serve Mr. Don Peoli."

Narciso Lopez listened to this disgusting speech without answering, but simply drank the wine in his glass.

(Don't worry, the following plot will explain it clearly.)