I, Zhu Houzhao, join the US imperialist chat group

Chapter 278 Everyone gathers for the Civil War between the North and the South! Lincoln votes for the South on a huge stage!
"welcome everybody!"

“Let us toast to this gathering that transcends time and space!”

In a room in the camp, Lincoln raised his glass and invited everyone.

Before us is the rich food that America can offer.

At the dinner table, the presidents included Washington, Jefferson, Jackson, Wilson, and Xu Pengju.

Among the unfamiliar faces was 21-year-old Kang Weiyou, who represented Grant.

The fifteen-year-old Napoleon, representing Louis XVI, was participating in this scene for the second time and seemed very calm and mature.

John Joseph Pershing, 36, representing Cleveland.

and, Roosevelt’s Secretary of War, William Howard Taft, the future 27th President.

It can be said that people from all time and space have come.

This combination made Xu Pengju, Kang Weiyou and others, who were originally nervous, no longer nervous at all.

“Thank you President Lincoln for the dinner! This is indeed a magical trip!”

Wilson was the first to agree, and Xu Pengju, Kang Weiyou and others followed suit and drank a glass as well.

Zhu Houzhao and Wang Shouren watched obediently from the side.

"So, after the dinner, it will be you, President Lincoln, who will...convene the entire army to give a speech, right?" Taft went straight to the point, wanting to confirm the details of the trip again.

"Yes! General Taft, the next itinerary is indeed like this... However, you may not know it, so I will take this opportunity to tell you again."

Lincoln glanced at the strangers. Taft, Pershing, Napoleon, Kang Weiyou and others were not in the chat group. Especially the big guys representing each of them were not present. It was obvious that the plan they had discussed in the group before had to be repeated.

"My surrender today is divided into the following five steps!"

"The first step is for Grant to go find Davis and the others and ask them to cooperate with our plan! This plan has been successful!"

"The second step is the mobilization speech for the entire army! This step has been notified. Everyone, including the logistics personnel, has been notified and they are not allowed to bring any weapons."

"The third step is for everyone to take advantage of the mobilization speech of the entire army and the weakest guard force in our warehouse. President Washington will lead General Pershing, Napoleon, and His Majesty Zhu's 4,000-man army to seize all the logistics. President Washington will be responsible for directly recharging these logistical materials to the God Space! Then... after your action is over, my mobilization speech will directly turn into a declaration of surrender to the enemy..."

"The fourth step is the most dangerous here! If my surrender declaration works, it would be best if I could lead a part of the Northern Army, or even Little Grant! If I can't, President Jackson will lead General Taft's 1,000 men, President Jackson's 1,000 men, President Grant's 1,000 men, plus President Wilson's 100 mercenaries, to forcibly cover us and escape directly from the scene!"

"Step 5. President Washington, you guys will directly detonate the logistics warehouse... We will split into two groups and directly meet in Richmond! Old Grant will lead the Confederate Army to support us! In this way, the entire surrender to the South is completed."

Lincoln laid out his entire plan.

This is the general direction, and there are many details involved, which have naturally been discussed long ago.

"Now, there are still two hours until the mobilization speech for the entire army at 8 o'clock..."

"If anyone has anything else to add, we will try our best to improve it now!"

As Lincoln spoke, Li Yewei, the translator next to Xu Pengju, was also translating for Xu Pengju, so that Kang Weiyou, Wang Shouren and others could understand.

At the same time, Jefferson was quickly translating into French for the young Napoleon.

"President Lincoln, I have a question..."

"Can President Jackson really lead our new army? Of course, I don't doubt President Jackson..."

"But the time between us is too long... our fighting methods are different..."

"My suggestion... General Taft and General Pershing should lead the troops this time..."

"The more teams that participate, the more difficult it is to command. It would be fine if we had more time, but now we only have two hours..."

Wilson naturally offered his opinion.

"I think so too... I have no problem with President Lincoln and President Washington leading me, but the specific command authority should be determined by me..." Pershing also took the opportunity to offer his professional opinion.

"Me too! President Jackson leads us..."

Taft said: "I think that for safety reasons, General Pershing and I should be the only ones in charge of the entire scene... Then, Your Majesties, you should lead your 1,000-man army and evacuate early to avoid casualties. After all, they are only here to watch and experience the cruelty of hot weapons warfare..."

"We have taken care of the details here..."

"You two, I know you are worried..."

"But please note that my mobilization speech requires all soldiers to participate, and they are not allowed to carry weapons..."

"Although the armies of President Jackson and Washington are somewhat behind, they should not suffer any casualties when facing the unarmed Northern Army."

Lincoln naturally resolved the problems one by one. He had long known that the armies of different time and space could not be integrated, and he also expected that those who joined in the middle would be unlikely to trust them. He also had plans for these problems.

After all, this is a real drama and they have to mobilize more than tens of thousands of people, so no matter how detailed it is, it can't be too much.

"General, is this scene really safe?"

"I always feel like this is a joke..."

"They... two thousand people, want to escort us out of the encirclement of a hundred thousand troops..."

While listening to the translation, Wang Shouren expressed his concerns to Zhu Houzhao with some concern.

After all, he was a little insecure because his own safety was not in his own hands.

"Don't worry... Wang Shouren, there's no problem on my side... I have the blessing of my ancestors, even if their cannons hit me, I will be fine..."

"Now, we just need to cooperate! As for you, you should pay attention to your own safety and don't get lost... If you get lost in America, I won't be able to find you."

Zhu Houzhao naturally made up his mind to be a spectator throughout the whole process, and he left all these things to the protection of Lincoln and the chat group.

"Well, General..."

Since he couldn't persuade Zhu Houzhao, what else could Wang Shouren do? He could only take things as they come and follow the host's wishes.

……

As night fell, the stage for the mobilization speech was set up in the large open space of Harrison Fort.

The 100,000 troops gathered here had already been ordered by Lincoln to enter the open space in an orderly manner in square formations. At the entrance of the open space, Grant personally asked the soldiers in each square formation to line up and put down their weapons.

"General, after the president's mobilization speech is over, can we really launch an attack on Richmond? We haven't fired for almost a month, and my pistol feels rusty!"

"And this damn weather is too cold! I need the overheated barrel to keep me warm!"

Sherman, who was as famous as Grant, was smoking a cigarette, standing beside Grant, rubbing his hands, stamping his feet, and chatting casually. "This is what the president told me! After tonight, we will launch a full-scale offensive! The federal government has prepared sufficient ammunition, no matter how we consume it! Such a war should also end." Grant didn't seem to feel cold, but looked expectantly in the direction of Richmond.

"It's time to end..."

"But... General, did you notice?"

"Some strange troops have come to our army..."

"They're so weird!"

Sherman glanced casually and saw Jackson, Washington and their troops appear nearby, and immediately there was a topic of conversation again.

After all, Zhu Houzhao and his space-time support troops numbered nearly 10,000, and their uniforms were different, which had already attracted Sherman's attention.

"The president said that this is a secret army prepared by the Federation! It will play a miraculous role in this battle!"

Grant naturally noticed this different army, but he still chose to trust Lincoln unconditionally.

"Really? But...are there any Indians to help us in our war?"

"That army, what era is it in? They are still wearing medieval armor. Aren't they tired?"

"What miraculous effects can such a team have?"

Sherman pointed again, and Grant looked. It was the army of Zhu Houzhao from the Ming Dynasty. A thousand soldiers in Ming armor appeared here, looking out of place.

"Uh..." Grant was stunned by the question.

……

"Andrew, is this the case with our troops on the front line?"

"Why do I feel like there are still knights from the Middle Ages..."

"Aren't we in the rear, given a lot of supplies?"

In a small house far away from the stage, senior officials from the federation naturally discovered that Zhu Houzhao and Grant brought an army that was in stark contrast to the environment, and they raised the same questions.

"The president said that this was Grant's secret army... Grant and his men were able to win because of these troops..."

Vice President Andrew Johnson also explained in confusion, and was naturally wondering in his heart...Does their federal army have such an army?

"A secret army...really? Who cares! We have already given almost everything we have for this decisive battle...I hope that this time, we can defeat the Confederacy in one fell swoop! I don't want to live through this war again!"

"Yes! We should have done this a long time ago!"

"This war should also end..."

"The final victory will definitely be our Federation!"

When it comes to war and the military, these federal congressmen and high-ranking officials are naturally laymen. They did not dwell on the composition of these teams, but quickly talked about other things.

Listening to these senior officials and congressmen, Andrew Johnson always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Vice President, gentlemen of the Court..."

"The president has informed us that we can take our positions now."

While they were chatting, a soldier came to inform them to go on stage.

"Alright! After attending this damn mobilization speech...it's time to go back! This place is too cold! It's not a place for people to stay!"

The federal officials walked out of the room reluctantly, and happened to run into Lincoln who was walking out of another room. Behind Lincoln, of course, were Washington, Jefferson and a group of people.

Lincoln gave Washington and his companions some final instructions, and then they left.

"Mr. President, your guests look so strange! Why are there a few Asian faces... Are they from the Indian tribe?"

Andrew Johnson couldn't help but ask.

"Well, sort of! We'll need all the strength we can get for this decisive battle."

Lincoln explained and then walked in front of the group of people. This explanation was barely acceptable. Even if they had doubts, everyone had to follow Lincoln's lead.

"Let's welcome our Mr. President!"

There were even media hosts warming up the stage. When they saw Lincoln and his team come out, they immediately began to introduce them to the entire army. The army, which had been waiting impatiently, saw Lincoln lead the way out. Someone started applauding, and then amid the deafening applause, Lincoln led the Northern Federation team to appear!

The cannons prepared nearby also fired sky-high shells, announcing the start of this special conference.

In the huge square, around the bonfires, 50,000 of the 100,000 troops arrived, and it was already a sea of ​​black. Driven by such an atmosphere, some people even began to whistle.

Fortunately, Roosevelt and his men had obtained some magical sound equipment. Even though tens of thousands of people were making a fuss, when Lincoln's voice came through the speakers, the entire audience quieted down.

“Brother Kang, how does it feel to be here?”

At this moment, Wang Shouren came to Kang Weiyou's side.
After Lincoln began his speech, Wang Shouren, who could not understand the bird language, simply found Kang Weiyu next to him to chat.

"It's amazing... I never thought that I could come to America more than ten years ago and participate in their civil war..."

Kang Weiyou naturally didn't know that the person in front of him was Wang Shouren. Feeling the unique smell of the battlefield, he still couldn't hide his surprise on his face.

"How about you... Brother, when we met earlier, I heard that you were from the Ming Dynasty. How do you feel about coming here?"

"Just like you! Shocking is totally inadequate to describe it..."

Wang Shouren naturally told the truth, and at the same time he also noticed that Zhu Houzhao honestly walked behind Xu Pengju and stood behind him, joining in the conversation between Washington, Jackson, and Wilson.

His Majesty doesn't want him for the time being, so he has a little freedom.

"Yes! Shocking... indeed indescribable! Especially since... Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Houzhao, personally led the Ming army here. He shouldn't be here. He should have appeared directly in the Qing Dynasty, in the seventeenth year of Chongzhen..."

Kang Weiyou also glanced in the direction of Zhu Houzhao and couldn't help but sigh: "If Emperor Chongzhen was replaced by Emperor Zhengde, maybe the Ming Dynasty could have lasted a few more years... How could it be like this, being killed by the Tartars..."

"So... Brother Kang, I want you to tell me about this aspect of history... What happened after the Ming Dynasty?" Wang Shouren took the opportunity to ask.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes, I really want to know... Otherwise, the action will start in at least an hour, and we can't just sit here and listen to President Lincoln say something we don't understand." Wang Shouren nodded firmly.

"That's right... Then let me tell you about the history of the Ming Dynasty... and the history of the Tartars..."

In this way, Wang Shouren learned about the history after the Ming Dynasty. In just a few dozen minutes, his worldview was obviously shocked again.

(End of this chapter)