The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 728 When the "Black Wall" rose, black slaves were truly liberated!
When the dense gunfire and artillery fire rang out at the front of Manassas, in the pine forest on the north bank of Bull Creek, Guaerjia Yuanbao's Second Regiment was sneaking like a group of black panthers. This Manchurian Baturu, who knocked "Archangel Luo" to the ground with his car and seized a box of "Paradise Moon Cakes" on the battlefield of Suoyidu, now understands life. At this moment, he is leading his "Black Baoyi" on the march, while speaking to his subordinates in English with a heavy accent about the truth of racial equality!

"Black brothers, listen up. The reason why white masters can be masters is not because they are white! It's because they can fight! Back then, when they couldn't beat Genghis Khan's grandsons, they could only serve as slaves to those Mongolian masters."

"Listen carefully, there is a beauty in the gun, there is a golden house in the gun, there is a plantation in the gun. If you want to sleep with white girls and be a master, you have to fight hard!"

"Only after you defeat the white people can you say that you are white. Otherwise, even if you paint yourself white with lime, in the eyes of Mr. Bai, you are still black."

Although his English was not very authentic, he spoke the most simple truths in the world. The black-coated people below understood it immediately and started shouting.

It's just that the white coaches sent by McMullen all looked a little unhappy - how come you Chinese know everything and dare to tell the black slaves everything? What if you teach the black slaves bad things?
"Boom boom boom"

Just when these coaches were thinking about whether or not to have a good talk with Yuan Bao, the sound of cannons suddenly came from the front!

"Captain, it's the Yankee artillery position!"

A white Confederate officer immediately realized that his team had completed a detour and had intercepted the Union Army's artillery!

Yuanbao rushed to the edge of the woods and looked out. He saw 12 Union -pound cannons firing at the north bank of Bull Creek. Guerjia Yuanbao drew his sword and pointed it forward, speaking in stiff English with a hint of blood: "Did you see that, black men? The white guys' cannon barrels are our flag ladders! Enough, enough, enough!"

The Black Panthers of the Third Regiment had already been inspired by Yuan Bao. When they heard Yuan Bao's roar, they immediately rushed out with Minié rifles with bayonets installed, howling.

"Loading shotgun, loading shotgun"

The artillery officer on the Union Army's position suddenly saw thousands of black shadows rushing out of the pine forest - each of them rushing towards him with a rifle with a bayonet. He hurriedly ordered his men to load shotgun shells and turn the muzzles of his guns.

"Fire! Fire now!" a Union artillery major shouted in a trembling voice, "Kill these niggers!"

"boom"

Eight 8-pound cannons roared, and thousands of bullets turned into iron rain. The forty or so black shadows in the front were instantly turned into blood gourds. The left arm of the black-clad Mark was broken at the shoulder, and blood was pouring out, but he still rushed forward with a Minié gun in one hand, shouting as he rushed: "Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, twelve! I, Mark, want to be a white master!"

Yuan Bao, who was following behind the black baoyi, raised his sword and shouted in English: "Charge! Charge! If you can grab a cannon, you will be rewarded 300 points!"

Three hundred points is equivalent to three Yankees, which is enough to promote a leader of the Black Banner!
Inspired by the "flag-raising" step, the black tide that rushed out of the pine forest instantly engulfed the Northern Army's artillery positions.

As soon as the two Union gunners raised their ramrods, they were pinned to the gun carriage by four bayonets at the same time. A dozen "black artillerymen" trained by Father Tupolev took the opportunity to turn the muzzles of their guns: "Let the white guys taste their own iron grapes!"

When the first 12-pounder gun fired its buckshot, the pocket watch of the white instructor of the second regiment had just reached : - only a quarter of an hour had passed since Yuan Bao ordered the attack.
When the morning light enveloped the artillery position, the 12-star flag of the South was already flying on the twenty-four -pound cannons. Yuan Bao stepped on the sternum of the Union Army major and took a big gulp of rum. He announced loudly to the black coats around him: "Tell old Lincoln that the black men of America are here to ask for real freedom!" At his feet, Mark, who had a broken arm, was being bandaged by a medical soldier while holding a Union Army ear tightly with one hand - this was the proof that he had killed the Union Army!
At the same time, the Third Regiment of the Black Brigade led by Sushun had detoured into the woods on the southern slope of Mount Henry House.

"Get down, you bastards! The Yankee scouts are coming!"

Following Sushun's shout, a sea of ​​dark figures instantly disappeared into the woods, and rifle barrels quietly emerged from behind the pine tree trunks.

The blue uniforms of the 4th West Virginia Brigade finally appeared in Sushun's sight. He lowered his voice and muttered, "Closer, closer." Suddenly, he shouted, "Fire!" Thousands of gun flames suddenly burst out among the dead branches and leaves.

"Raise the flag! Raise the flag!" The black soldiers lurking in the woods screamed as they kneeled to load and shoot. The officers of the Zhenghuang Banner under the brigade judge Lin Shu held the account book and fountain pen, and shouted while recording: "Tom Smith, kill one person - 100 points!" The black Baoyi soldier who was named actually refused to leave the front line despite the gunshot wound on his shoulder. He gritted his teeth and continued to load and shoot, howling crazily while firing: "Kill eleven more! I want to put on the white flag!"

When McDowell's infantry launched the third wave of charge, the needles of the entire pine forest were shaken off by the sound of gunfire. Sushun suddenly drew out his sword and shouted: "The first row crouches and fires, retreats and reloads, the second row stands and fires in unison, and the third row puts on bayonets and prepares to charge!"

Amid the screams and cries of the Northern Army infantry, Guerjia Yuanbao and the Second Regiment had already seized one of McDowell's artillery positions and began to outflank McDowell. Seeing that the Northern Army's formation was in chaos, Sushun decisively ordered the bugler to blow the bugle to launch a bayonet charge!
On the north bank of Bull Creek, another wave of attacks by the Union Army was crushed. When the Union Army in blue uniforms retreated, the water of Bull Creek was dyed red. Lin Shu was still holding the merit book and shouting in English: "Brother Jack killed three people - he raised the black flag!" The thin soldier called "Brother Jack" was kneeling in the blood of Bull Creek, trembling as he cut the ear from the body of a Union soldier. He suddenly looked up, his dark eye sockets were bleeding - a stray bullet that flew from nowhere hit his right eye squarely, but he was still muttering: "Nine more. Nine"

Xianfeng, who was supervising the battle on a high ground behind the First Regiment, looked at the Northern Army that had temporarily withdrawn, breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered, "We've held on, we've held on."

"Not yet." General Beauregard of the Southern Army, who was standing next to Emperor Xianfeng, suddenly interrupted, "The Northern Army has several times more people than us. We have to hold on for at least another 6 hours. General Lee has already brought two armies by train from Baltimore!"

Xianfeng smiled faintly: "They can hold it! My black wall can definitely hold it." He suddenly stopped smiling, "If they hold it, the black slaves will be truly liberated!"

Hearing what Emperor Xianfeng said, General Beauregard, who was a slave owner himself, was stunned: "Zhao, what are you talking about? Aren't we defending slavery?"

Xianfeng turned his head to look at this American Southern slave-owning general and smiled sinisterly: "In fact, we are the real liberators!"

An hour later, at the gap in the stone bridge, Zeng Ke's first regiment was already blood-thirsty.

McDowell did not retreat just because one of his artillery positions was raided and his attack was thwarted - he had tens of thousands of men and more than a hundred cannons, and it was impossible for him to give up easily.

So after confirming that there were only a few thousand "black traitors" standing in his way, he immediately issued the order for a general attack!
The blue-uniformed Northern Army surged in like a tide, one wave after another, but they were shattered into waves in front of Xianfeng's "black wall". A black-clad soldier was stabbed in the stomach with a bayonet, but he clung to the Northern Army captain's legs and screamed at Zeng Jia Linshu: "Reward! Reward me so I can raise the flag!" The military judge's pen pierced the paper, and black ink mixed with blood from nowhere wrote in the merit book: Andrew of Charleston, killed one, captured one, killed in action - carried into the black flag
"boom!"

Father Tupolev's artillery company suddenly fired a volley, and Russian-made shrapnel exploded behind the Northern Army, cutting off the passage of reinforcements from the Northern Army's follow-up troops. The black gunners in turbans were operating eight 8-pound guns on the battlefield like crazy, firing and shouting: "Raise the flag! Fire! Raise the flag! Fire!"

At the rear of the Union Army, General McDowell, the commander of the newly formed Army of the Potomac, said, "Send the Irish Brigade from New York! The President said there will be a $10 reward for killing a nigger!"

Three thousand red-haired Irish men rushed out of the trenches after guzzling whiskey, but before they could finish the third sentence of "Viva Colombia", they ran into an even crazier "black sound wave".

"If I kill twelve, I will be the master of the White Banner!" Zeng Ke, who was in the front, smashed the nose of the Irish flag bearer with the butt of his rifle. Suddenly, an inhuman howl broke out behind him - hundreds of black soldiers with blood-thirsty eyes, holding rifles with bayonets, launched a hand-to-hand charge at the Irish, whose number was three times theirs!
When the midday sun shone on the top of Henry House Mountain, Xianfeng was already standing on this commanding height overlooking the entire battlefield - the Northern Army's attack was temporarily stopped. After several hours of fierce attacks, they suffered heavy losses but gained nothing.

Mr. O'Hara, who was standing beside Emperor Xianfeng, had already burned his fingers with his cigar. He spoke in a trembling Irish accent, "Oh my God, are they really black slaves?"

Xianfeng's pockmarked face smiled: "No, they are not black slaves anymore. They have been truly liberated!"

He turned to General Beauregard and raised his eyebrows: "Tell General Lee that when the 'Black Wall' rose, the black slaves had been truly liberated. They liberated themselves!"

General Beauregard was trembling and speechless. Then he saw three red flares rising ten miles away - that was the signal that General Lee's reinforcements had arrived!

(End of this chapter)