The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 155 Zhang Cheng: "You are going to suffer!"

Washington, an unprecedented catastrophe is about to come.

Looking at the battle reports from the front, people are now devastated.

Because even if they sent out their most elite soldiers, they would not be able to stop the advance of the Confederate soldiers, or even delay them?

However, when everyone was pessimistic, Lincoln stood up and said: "Believe me, gentlemen, we will win, because Grant is back and he will defeat the Southerners!"

As Lincoln finished speaking, many people present showed hopeful expressions.
Because as the "ever-victorious general", Grant has never lost!

Less than fifty miles from Washington,
The Southern Army was resting. Zhang Cheng smiled as he heard the telegram.
Because Robert was worthy of being the last "man" in the South, he actually helped Zhang Cheng hold back most of the military forces.
However, there is still a small flaw, that is, Grant rushed back and led 17,000 people!

"Tell Robert that I will use Washington to tell everyone that the South will win!"

With a smile on his face, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but throw the cigarette on the ground.

In just four months, the flames of war had already begun to spread wildly.

But now, everyone is in wait-and-see mode.
They were eager to know whether Washington could be defended.

If it really fails, then the rest of the people can make plans for what to do next.

After returning to Washington, Grant rushed to the White House without taking a rest.
Here, he met Lincoln and others, as well as many supporters.

Facing everyone's concern, Grant was in a very serious mood at the moment, because he knew that Benjamin was not a "fool", but the other party could be defeated so quickly, there must be something wrong!
"Grant, your troops are the only ones left in Washington. If..."

Looking at Grant seriously, Lincoln's face showed a solemn expression.

"I know, I will definitely defeat those Southerners!"

Looking at Lincoln seriously, Grant made his own promise.

"I believe it! My General!"

Looking at Grant in front of him, Lincoln couldn't help but stretch out his hand.
They smiled at each other, and it seemed that they had temporarily put the impending danger behind them!
A day later, the Southern Army arrived in Washington.
When Zhang Cheng saw Grant preparing to fight a tough battle, he was also dumbfounded.
Didn't everyone agree to raise their guns together and line up to die? But why did you hide? How could he use his "Gatling Buddha"?

When Zhang Cheng thought of this, his face turned unfriendly.

"Zhang, your Far East Group should not participate in this war!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in the distance, Grant roared,

"Grant, stop talking nonsense. As the president of the Far East Group, I pardon you. As long as you surrender, I can guarantee your honor!"

Looking at Grant, Zhang Cheng certainly knew him.

However, Zhang Cheng at that time still thought he could win over the other party, so he didn't make a move.

But now it seems that it is better to solve the trouble as soon as possible! Otherwise it will become a big trouble!
"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to enter Washington, then you have to step over us!"

While shouting, Grant roared, "The North will win!"

"Must win!"

There were roars, and the northern soldiers seemed to be aroused to fight!

Looking at this scene, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and said, "Stepping on you to move forward? That would be great!"

"Crash!"

As the heavy artillery was pulled out, the soldiers behind immediately prepared themselves.
Grant was dumbfounded when he saw such a huge caliber cannon, because he found that he had indeed spoken a little too loudly.
But aren’t these big guys Krupp’s cannons?
No wonder the Southern Army moved so slowly. It turned out that they were dragging these monsters forward?
"Shoot me!"

Waving his arms and roaring, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but point forward.
"Bang bang bang!"

The huge shells rushed out and directly filled the original deep pit.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Grant knew that hiding here was useless, because their artillery fire could not reach the enemy at all.

Thinking of this, Grant roared: "Countercharge, don't be afraid, for the glory of America!" Standing up hysterically, Grant chose to make a last-ditch effort.
Because if they are besieged, their defeat is inevitable, and Robert will not let go of the northern soldiers who want to rush back!

At the moment when the northern soldiers rushed over, Zhang Cheng grinned and said, "Gatling!"

"Crash!"

As the Gatling gun appeared, Grant immediately realized that something was wrong.
Because isn't this thing only available in the South? Why does Zhang Cheng's Far East Group also have this kind of weapon?

But before Grant could finish his thoughts, the roaring Gatling gun had already started spinning.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

In the howling storm, a steady stream of soldiers fell to the ground.

When the blood dyed the land red and turned it into mud, Grant finally said in despair: "Did we really lose?"

"Beep beep beep!"

The whistle sounded, and after the Gatling gun finished turning, the soldiers led by Zhang Cheng began to charge.

Looking at the desperate soldiers around him, Grant took out his revolver with grief and anger and pointed it at his jaw.

Because he failed everyone's expectations!
"Oh!"

After a gunshot, Grant fell to the ground.
And in his last sight, was the Union flag of the South, flying high in the distance!
Washington,
When people heard the news of Grant's defeat, they immediately scattered.

Because everyone knows that failure is inevitable, so let's run quickly now!
Looking at the empty office, Lincoln was sitting on the sofa in a mess.

Looking at the Emancipation Proclamation, which was still being drafted, he wondered if he was doing the right thing.
"Wow!"

The door was pushed open and a man in military uniform walked in.

When he saw the other person, he immediately asked, "You are Zhang!"

"No, I am!"

Standing from the back, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and said, "It's hard to imagine that you don't intend to fight me to death!"

"Failure is already inevitable, so why waste it!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Lincoln said: "Although I lost..."

"Oh!"

Taking out the folding stool, Zhang Cheng hit Lincoln on the head with his backhand.
After being thrown out, Lincoln felt a sharp pain in his head.
At this moment, Zhang Cheng stepped forward, swung the folding stool and said, "You're going to suffer from this!"

After saying this, Zhang Cheng continued to pound, "You don't know how to kneel down after losing. You don't know what's good for you, do you? You want to free the slaves, right? Then do you know that I am the biggest slave owner in the whole of America, you idiot!"

Not long after, the folding stool in Zhang Cheng's hand completely shattered. He then threw away the chair legs and said, "Drag him out! Drag him out and feed him to the dogs!"

But just as the soldier was about to attack, Zhang Cheng stopped him and said, "Wait, take off his skull first!"

But looking at Lincoln who no longer looked like a human, Li Yong said awkwardly: "Boss, this is not a good spell!"

"Forehead!"

Looking at Li Yong in silence, Zhang Cheng slapped his forehead and said, "You used too much force! Be careful next time!"

"Will this happen next time?"

Li Yong looked at Zhang Cheng in confusion, his eyes wide open, not knowing what to say.

(End of this chapter)