I, Zhu Houzhao, join the US imperialist chat group

Chapter 285 The Space-Time Army is in the right position! Washington wants to attack Washington! Zhu Houzhao is completely released
After the fire covered Gettysburg two days ago.

Relying on his good deeds and reputation, Lincoln conquered the remnants of Rosecrans' army in one fell swoop.

Then, because Johnson and others retreated early, the Secretary of War who stayed behind was at a loss as to what to do without the necessary resources, and he also retreated quickly before the commander-in-chief on the Eastern Front arrived.

With this retreat, Lincoln took over the territory previously conquered by the Northern Army with great force.

In just two days, they opened up the Mississippi River, a transportation hub that ran through the Confederacy's eastern and western lines, revitalized the entire Confederacy, and brought the war situation between the North and the South back to the balance of confrontation.

During this period, they only fought three battles.

Under the advantage of firepower, the Northern Army surrendered one after another.

This resulted in Zhu Houzhao and his men only enjoying themselves for a moment or two, and then they were done with it, without getting any satisfaction.

It was thought that Lincoln would take advantage of the victory and destroy the Northern Army's effective forces in one fell swoop.

But after conquering the Mississippi River, Lincoln was unwilling to march towards the capital Washington. Instead, he wanted to move westward.

The reason was to take this opportunity to completely integrate the southern states of the Confederacy.

This was a direct erosion of the Confederacy's political reputation at the strategic level, gradually replacing Davis and others by controlling the vast Confederacy's territory. At the same time, Lincoln also wanted to establish his own industrial base in the Confederacy, so that he could confront the Federation and Davis and others without the support of the chat group.

This path was naturally the right one for Lincoln.

Lincoln could have completely eliminated all the problems since the founding of the United States and truly rebuilt America by fighting at the same time.

This is clearly going to be a protracted war.

But for passers-by like Zhu Houzhao, they can't wait any longer.

Once you get addicted to firearms, it's not easy to quit.

So, they joined forces with Jackson and prepared to do something big and have a good fight before leaving.

"More than two days, more than two days... President Lincoln, we really, really want to have a good fight. I may never see such a war again when I go back. In the past few days, we have only fought three wars, none of which were exciting, and our soldiers did not learn enough. If I go back, I will definitely regret it for the rest of my life!"

"We can't fight a war like this!"

Xu Pengju simply begged with a stern face, and even clasped his hands together pitifully, uttering the word: please!

This was his true thought, and Zhu Houzhao did not force him.

"Lincoln, let's go. I'm here to keep an eye on His Majesty Xiao Zhu and the others. Even if we run into danger, we can always choose to return to our own time and space. This trip will be no problem!"

Jackson also cooperated and spoke.

When he opened his mouth, Lincoln was speechless.

"Are you sure you don't need our soldiers to follow you?"

"Just two thousand of you?"

Lincoln finally looked at the army behind the two men with concern.

"Yes! We only need a team of two thousand people. It would be better if we can capture New York. If we can't, we will run out of ammunition and leave." Jackson nodded: "You can send a team of one hundred people to follow. If we capture New York, your people will take over."

"Okay, okay! I approve your attack on New York..."

"Besides...even if I don't agree, you will still go, right?"

Lincoln waved his hands helplessly, knowing that he couldn't stop them.

"No, no... Lincoln, you are our nominal commander. How could we act on our own without your order?" Xu Pengju laughed and his eyes lit up instantly.

Jackson also smiled: "Don't worry, Lincoln, we are on your side. In fact, if we can really take New York, it will also speed up the integration of the Confederacy for you... You also urgently need a real victory to let Davis and the Federation see your strength."

"Let's not talk about this anymore! Do you need a train?"

Lincoln was too lazy to listen to their bragging and just wanted them to leave.

"No need, this motorcycle is enough!" Xu Pengju couldn't wait to sit on his motorcycle.

Germans Daimler and Marber invented the world's first motorcycle in 1885. This motorcycle is a three-wheeled motor vehicle driven by steam and fuel engines, known as the "Daimler-Marber motorcycle". In the 20th century, the development of motorcycles entered a period of full mass production. In 1898, the Orient-Astor Company began to produce motorcycles, marking the beginning of the full mass production of motorcycles.

These one thousand motorcycles were naturally sponsored by Roosevelt.

He contributed a lot in such a war.

"Um... well, I wish you all the best."

Lincoln then realized that their troops did not need to carry baggage and heavy artillery. The heavy artillery had been received by Jackson in the chat group space and could be taken out whenever needed.

Thinking of this, he could only wave his hand and wish the two of them a safe journey.

"Wait for our good news! Goodbye, President Lincoln!"

Boom boom!

Xu Pengju turned the motorcycle, said hello to Lincoln, and rushed out first with Jackson.

Boom boom boom...

The next moment, a neat roar rang out, leaving behind a cloud of smoke, and Zhu Houzhao and Jackson's team moved forward in the direction of New York.

The roar of a thousand motorcycles, accompanied by their shouting and a trail of black smoke, gradually moved away, causing Napoleon and Washington to drool with envy.

"President Lincoln... I think so too... Napoleon and I will lead the army to attack Washington! No one should be more familiar with every tree and blade of grass in Washington than me."

Washington was also encouraged and volunteered to attack Washington.

Lincoln's mouth twitched, and looking at Napoleon's undisguised envy, he could not help but shake his head: "Go, go, President Washington, treat your Washington well... Consider it my parting gift to you."

Let it be chaotic, Washington and Napoleon will leave after this time anyway.

He couldn't keep her, and he was too lazy to keep her.

"Haha, don't worry, I will! I promise to only fly the Confederate flag on the White House! The White House... To be honest, I haven't even lived in it yet, and now I'm going to attack it... Just thinking about it makes me a little excited!"

Washington was in his forties, and after getting Lincoln's permission, he even jumped onto the motorcycle that Napoleon was riding with a dexterity that was not even in line with his age.

"Lincoln...I..."

After Washington and Napoleon left, Jefferson had just opened his mouth when Lincoln said, "President Jefferson, you are not going to attack any important place as well, are you?"

"No, I didn't bring so many people with me. I wanted to go to Virginia to see how the University of Virginia, which I founded, is doing..."

"Also, taking this opportunity, if there is still time and everything goes well, I would also like to visit Philadelphia and see what has become of the largest city in America today."

Jefferson also expressed his wish. He only had ten people with him and was now completely restricted. Even if he wanted to lead troops to attack Philadelphia, he was powerless.

He also didn't like war very much.

"No problem, five motorcycles are enough, right?" Lincoln breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's enough!" Jefferson nodded.

So Jackson and his bodyguards also left on five motorcycles.

"President Lincoln...I'm not going anywhere. Since the situation has come to this and I've been delayed for four days, I'm going back too."

"I will stay here and help you with these 100 people."

Fortunately, Wilson was not a fighting maniac. After everyone left, he also chose to leave.

"Okay, Wilson, I won't send you off. I will discipline your 100 people." "It's okay. It doesn't matter if I can't discipline them. I don't believe they are willing to live in this world..."

Wilson had no intention of taking these 100 mercenaries away. It would be difficult to deal with them if he took them back, so he left them to Lincoln.

Wilson also knew that these one hundred mercenaries should all be smart people. After witnessing the magic of their group, they knew that even if they had advanced weapons, in this era, without Lincoln's help, they would be no different from firewood sticks.

Of course, joining Britain, France and their original countries is also an option.

But that depends on their own thoughts. Wilson respects their fate very much.

"Row……"

Lincoln naturally didn't mind.

And when everyone else left, only Pershing and Taft were left.

"President Cleveland has given instructions..."

"President Roosevelt also gave instructions..."

Pershing and Taft naturally did not have such lax discipline and still obeyed Lincoln's command.

"Well then! Let's head west according to our plan..."

Lincoln was somewhat comforted by the two men, and after calming down, he took them back to the headquarters.

"Um...where's old Grant?"

However, when he called everyone to a meeting, he discovered that old Grant was missing.

"President, my brother left long before President Jackson and the others left, saying... he wanted to give you a surprise."

Young Grant answered with a strange look on his face.

"What surprise?" Lincoln's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Grant nervously: "Did he tell me where he was going?"

"No." Grant shook his head, then hesitantly added: "But from what I know... he seems to be somewhat dissatisfied with President Davis. I also saw that their motorcycle team went in the direction of Richmond."

Lincoln's heart instantly sank to the bottom, and he couldn't help but ask, "He, he's not going to blow up Davis, is he? Is it that serious?"

This time, Lincoln finally realized that none of these teammates were reliable!

……

"Hahaha! Great... This is the most correct way to use our space-time assistance!"

"Fighting with the army is not fun enough!"

The biting wind blew on his face, the snow was splashed all the way by the motorcycle, and Zhu Houzhao was driving on the ups and downs of the American mountain road. He was like a monkey that had broken free from its reins. He kept shouting and yelling, and even drove the motorcycle up the slope specifically to release his rare refreshing mood at this moment.

At this moment, he really had a feeling of freedom, as if the sky was high and the birds could fly freely, and the sea was wide and the fish could leap freely.

Especially when he was riding a motorcycle, pressing the accelerator to the bottom and sprinting across the American land, the unprecedented excitement and speed made his adrenaline surge rapidly, turning him into a motorcycle ghost-fire boy.

Only at this moment did he feel that this was what a man should do.

"Your Majesty! Slow down... We are not in a hurry! No hurry... Your dragon body is more important!"

Wang Shouren held on to the back seat of the motorcycle tightly. As the motorcycle sped along, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and kept reminding Zhu Houzhao.

"Wang Shouren... shut up! Don't force me to kick you out and drive another car when I am happiest..."

Zhu Houzhao listened to the advice and instead increased his speed at this moment.

"Come on! Let's compete! Jackson... you can't be incapable!"

"Who can get to New York before us?"

He swiftly turned the steering wheel, suddenly passed the cars, and drove side by side with Jackson, provoking Jackson.

“General Xiao Zhu… I’m old, not as good as you…” Jackson, who was sitting behind Xu Pengju, looked helpless.

"Your Majesty... come and compete!"

"Whoever of us stops first will be the grandson!"

However...Xu Pengju was also a show-off. When provoked by Zhu Houzhao, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward.

"Xu Pengju, you are the one who will take over as my grandson!"

Zhu Houzhao also stepped on the gas again to catch up with Xu Pengju, and then when he had some free time, he turned around, raised his middle finger and shouted to the team behind him: "Come and compete with me if you have balls!"

Boom boom boom!

This provocation completely angered some American soldiers. They were not willing to tolerate Zhu Houzhao and increased their horsepower, starting a race of hundreds of horses on the wide road.

For a moment, on this vast continent, the roar caused the snow on the nearby trees to fall down.

The instigators Zhu Houzhao and Xu Pengju became even more excited when they saw this scene.

During the dinner, the two men clashed with many people several times. As for Jackson and Wang Shouren, they could only shake their heads and sigh when looking at each other, and even felt a little regretful.

But fortunately... the excitement was only temporary. America's roads were wide enough, and its territory was broad enough. After two hours of excitement, Xu Pengju and Zhu Houzhao could no longer support it. At this time, they naturally had to change people.

After all, the straight-line distance from Richmond to New York is 580 kilometers.

They started from the Mississippi River, which is more than 600 kilometers away.

In addition, there were no cement roads in this era, and it was a war zone. The mountain roads were uneven and rugged. At the speed of a motorcycle, it would take at least twelve hours to drive.

Zhu Houzhao and Xu Pengju were still children at heart. After being jolted for two or three hours, they naturally had no energy left. Instead, they were frozen like dogs by the cold wind and had to ask someone else to drive.

But even so... their footprints were left on the land of America.

Although some residents or soldiers on the road also discovered their strange team, they often had no time to pay attention before their motorcycle team whizzed past.

Moreover, at this time, the Northern Army was scattered. Even if they discovered them and came back to stop them, the team had already quickly passed the Northern Army.

However... the Northern Army should actually thank them for their slow reaction. After all, Zhu Houzhao and his men were not here to travel, but to fight. When they were bored and resting after driving for a few hours, they wanted to find the Northern Army's base and launch a sneak attack.

Unfortunately, it is not known whether the Northern Army was lucky or Zhu Houzhao and his men were lucky.

In the end, the two teams did not meet.

At this moment, New York did not know that Zhu Houzhao and his special team were already approaching New York and were about to bring them a huge shock.

As more news came in, most New Yorkers were still amazed at why Lincoln would vote for the South, and were preparing to watch and see what the Union would do next.

Even... some people began to protest habitually, demanding an explanation from the federal government. How could they have forced Lincoln to vote for the South?

New York state lawmakers were at a loss when faced with this kind of protest march.

They were also kept in the dark, but they were more curious about this matter than ordinary people, and they were mobilizing their connections to confirm the news with Johnson and others as much as possible.

In short, America at this moment... is full of vitality, presenting a state of vigorous vitality and flourishing, and we don’t know that bigger storms are about to come.

The first of these storms occurred in York, Virginia.

Grant caught up with Davis and Robert Lee's team one step ahead of Zhu Houzhao and his team.

(End of this chapter)