The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 735 It’s bad, Mongolians are growing on the American grasslands!
The winter snow in Washington covered the dome of the White House, and the fireplace in the Oval Office was crackling. President Davis' pen hovered over the commission for a long time before he finally signed his name.

"Nicholas," the president's gray-blue eyes stared at Xianfeng, "you have to understand that this is not a real governorship. It is just a temporary authorization during wartime."

Secretary of the Army Breckenridge snorted and added, "Nicholas, according to the U.S. Constitution, the territorial governor can be appointed directly by the president, while the governor must be elected! Moreover, if Colorado Territory wants to become a state, it must first formulate a state constitution and then pass it through Congress!"

Xianfeng's pockmarked face flickered in the light of the fire. Did he understand what Breckenridge meant? This man was quite worried about this "yellow monkey" of his!

When the Washington State Constitution dispute occurred, this man was Buchanan's vice president!
That time it was not handled well, and the Chinese Exclusion Act was enacted, which also triggered the California Civil War.
"Mr. Minister, rest assured that Colorado will not become another California!" Xianfeng patted his chest and assured Breckinridge, "It belongs to the white, black and red people who have made contributions to the federation."

"Red people?" Vice President Stephenson said with disdain, "Are you sure those barbarians will obey federal laws and fight for us?"

Davis said coldly: "If all else fails, just kill them all!"

Xianfeng smiled and said, "Mr. President, you may not know much about the situation in Colorado. The red people there have also made considerable progress in the past two years."

"What? Indians can also make progress?" Breckenridge looked incredulous. "How can they make progress?"

“They learned to be nomadic!”

"Learned to be a nomad?" Davis frowned. "Who did they learn from?"

The Colorado Territory has always been pro-Republican and now pledges allegiance to the federal government in New York, so Davis doesn't know the situation in Colorado. He only knows that there are many gold diggers from the North who often clash with local Indian tribes.

The Indians in Colorado mainly made a living by hunting North American bison. Their numbers were small and they were very scattered. They were a trouble to the white people, but they were definitely not a threat - the three Chinese states on the west coast were the threat!
"Maybe he learned it from the Mongols?" Xianfeng tilted his head, looking like he didn't quite understand - in fact, those Mongols were his subordinates!

"Mongol?" Davis was stunned.

"How did the Mongols end up on the American prairie?" Brackenridge already felt something was wrong. Although the Mongols were a nomadic people, they couldn't have "swum" across the Pacific Ocean!

How did they "swim" here? Was someone playing tricks on them?

"Are they not true members of the Joseph faction?" US Vice President Stephenson frowned and looked at Xianfeng.

Xianfeng shrugged: "Maybe, but don't worry, this is not the Middle Ages. Even if Mongolians grow on the prairie in the Midwest, they can only herd sheep for us white people!"

"We are white people." Davis, Stephenson, and Breckenridge looked at Xianfeng - he was indeed "white"! Not only was he recognized as a white person by the California court, but he also raised the "white flag" and even had fair skin.

It is a genuine "white person"!

"Okay!" President Davis took out two signed letters of appointment and handed them to Emperor Xianfeng. "Nicholas, these are for O'Hara and Hampton III. I have appointed them as the commanders of the First and Second Black Divisions."

Xianfeng knew that Davis still didn't trust him, so he sent two white "supervisors", but he was not a loyal American, so he was not afraid of the supervisors. So he took the commission with a smile: "Oh, and Hampton III, he is the richest plantation owner in South Carolina, right?"

Davis nodded. "He is also one of our friends. This time he is going to raise a black brigade with you at his own expense."

The Sand Creek Basin on the eastern foot of the Rocky Mountains ushered in the most severe snowstorm in ten years. Amur sat cross-legged in the golden tent, wearing a red monk's robe covered with American bison skin, and the scriptures engraved on the prayer wheel in his hand were all excerpted from Hong Xiuquan's "True Covenant".

"Buddha!" ​​Shu Tong'a, the "Mongolian missionary" sent by Senggelinqin, lifted the curtain of the tent and said with a chill, "The Xiayan tribe has sent another fifty young warriors, all of whom want to learn Mongolian horseback archery."

There were cheers coming from outside the tent. Through the snow and wind, hundreds of Indian teenagers were seen practicing horse-catching. A burly Indian chief wearing a Mongolian fur robe and a Mongolian hood strode over, with a string of red sandalwood beads hanging around his neck - it was the "Black Bear Khan" of the Cheyenne tribe.

"Buddha," Black Bear Khan clasped his hands together and bowed to Amur, the Archbishop of Colorado of the True Contract Sect. Then he imitated the movement of loading a flintlock rifle and said in stiff Chinese, "Foreign guns, exchange for buffalo hides." He patted the brand new Tianli 4th year model revolver on his waist, which he had exchanged from Archbishop Amur for thirty buffalo hides.

Another "Mongolian missionary" from the Horqin grassland, Cheng Bao, came in holding an account book and said, "Master Buddha, Hongyun Khan of the Komanqi tribe has sent us a thousand good horses in exchange for a thousand foreign guns. Hongyun Khan's people also said that after the spring, Hongyun Khan will bring a thousand tribesmen down for a meeting." Amur nodded and ordered, "Brother Cheng, go tell Hongyun Khan's people that I, Archbishop Amur, am waiting for him in the Sand Creek Basin!" After saying this, he said to Black Bear Khan, "Khan, we have plenty of muskets. It's no problem to exchange them for cowhide, but the Indians must unite as one to defeat the white devils from the East!"

Suddenly, there was the sound of hurried horse hooves outside the tent. A blood-stained Cheyenne scout fell off his saddle and said, "Master Buddha, the White Devil's cavalry attacked the reindeer camp in the north! All the women and children are..."

Amur's prayer wheel slammed down on the table. "Black Bear Khan," he switched to stiff English, "It's time to let the white devil know that there are not only red people on the grassland, but also descendants of Genghis Khan!"

That night, three hundred Mongolian-Indian troops set out in the snowstorm. Shutonga's cavalry tore through the camp of the Seventh Colorado Cavalry Company like a pack of wolves, and Captain Custer's blond hair was made into a decoration on the reins.

The sea breeze from Charleston Harbor blew on Xianfeng's pockmarked face and jingled Sushun's cross necklace. Xianfeng stared at the ironclad ship at the dock - the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's round dragon flag was hung next to the Southern Fourteen-Star Flag, and the steel gun barrel was engraved with the inscription "Jiangnan Arsenal". Steam and coal slag sprayed straight into the sky, making the gray clouds in the harbor even more turbid.

"Zhouquan," Linshu squinted his eyes and read the English inscription on the bow, "The King of Wu of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom knows how to do business. On the one hand, he taught the North to build turtle ships, and on the other hand, he sold ironclad ships to the South."

Chiyoko, who was beside Xianfeng, suddenly waved at the "Zhouquan". A very graceful woman came down the gangway. Rinko was wrapped in a white fox fur coat and the most fashionable dress in Paris. She came down the gangway accompanied by a Taiping Heavenly Kingdom naval officer.

"Fourth brother," Rinko said in a Hakka accent, smiling at Xianfeng, "You became an American general?"

Xianfeng smiled and said, "You have good luck in your career. You have become the commander of the black army and will lead them to the west soon. Who is this..."

Xianfeng glanced at the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom naval officer behind Rinzi - the three gold lines on the collar badge were particularly dazzling, this person should be the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's naval colonel.

"This is Colonel Ji Qingyuan," Rinzi pointed to the naval officer behind her, "He is the captain of the USS Zhouquan. After the USS Zhouquan is delivered, he will serve as an advisor to the US Navy."

Ji Qingyuan saluted Xianfeng and said, "Bishop Zhao, please take care of me."

Xianfeng returned the greeting and said with a smile, "No problem, no problem." He glanced at the 5000-ton "State Power" and nodded, "This ship is exactly what General Robert Lee needs. I will personally take you to visit him in Washington later."

Rinko interrupted and asked, "Fourth brother, are you going to the West? When will you leave?"

Xianfeng smiled and said, "We'll leave in the spring. We need to recruit more soldiers, and then we'll go to Colorado when the weather warms up." He then asked, "Rinzi, why are you coming to America?"

Rinko blinked. "Napoleon III is going to send troops to Mexico! Prince Napoleon will be the commander-in-chief of the expedition, and I will be the vanguard for him."

There were long lines at the conscription office in Charleston, and the details of the Eight Banners Law and the Three Feudatories Ordinance on the sign were polished to a shine.

Sushun led a team of black soldiers to maintain order. The roster in his hand already had 8,000 names registered. Linshu was counting supplies in the warehouse: "Bishop, the sugarcane wine smuggled from Cuba is enough for three months, but the ammunition is only enough for two battles."

"Enough." Xianfeng checked the Minié rifle that Rinzi had helped him get. "When we get to the west, Amur will have prepared enough ammunition for us to conquer the entire Colorado."

De Ling came running over: "Master, Hampton III's troops have arrived, bringing two hundred carts of supplies!"

Outside the camp, Wade Hampton III was whipping a black soldier with a horsewhip: "You bastard! Who allowed you to look directly at a white officer?" He turned around and saw Xianfeng, and said with a fake smile, "Nicholas, the Second Black Division of the Union Army reports to you."

Xianfeng squinted his eyes and looked at the two hundred carts: in addition to food and ammunition, there were also gold-plated tableware and silk sleeping tents. "General Hampton," he pointed to the training ground in the distance, "your troops are stationed in the West District. Remember, when you are working, you should call me by my position. Here, everyone - including you - must respectfully address me as 'Governor General' and obey my every order!"

In the middle of spring in 1862, the Sand Creek Valley on the eastern foot of the Rocky Mountains in the western United States was full of greenery. Archbishop Amur of Colorado stood on a high place, looking at the yurts and newly built rammed earth walls that stretched for ten miles. Cheng Bao ran to report: "Master Buddha, the scouts reported that the master's vanguard has arrived in Kansas!"

Suddenly, the sound of hurried horse hooves could be heard outside the valley. An Indian boy dressed in Mongolian clothes galloped over, with a bloody head hanging on each side of the saddle - it was the tax collector sent by Governor Evans.

"Tell the khans of all tribes to come to the Sand Creek Valley for a meeting," Amur turned the prayer wheel, and the prayer flags fluttered in the wind. "Also tell them that the flag of the American King of Pingxi will soon be planted on the top of Denver City."

(End of this chapter)