The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 738 I, Nicholas Zhao Si, swear by Cherry Creek
Outside Denver, on the east bank of Cherry Creek.

Hampton III, wearing a tuxedo and a bowler hat, stood by the stream like a lost soul in front of a group of rednecks who had followed him from South Carolina to the West to start a business - these rednecks were all like him, now prisoners of that "Nicholas Zhao Si".

However, "Zhao Si" did not take away the last bit of dignity that Hampton III had as a white master. He did not tie him up with ropes or put a gun to his head. Instead, he made him act like a free man who still possessed power and status.

But he knew very well in his heart that he had now become a prisoner of his own black slaves - his black slave soldiers had all surrendered to "Zhao Si" and became part of the Zhao family's Black Banner!

Thirty steps away, Colorado's former governor, Evans, was handing over the seal symbolizing the power of the Governor of Colorado Territory to "Zhao Si" in the presence of Reverend Adel and a group of trembling Denver gentlemen. "Zhao Si" held the Constitution with one hand and took the seal with the other.

"He even prepared a military uniform for Chivington." Hampton squinted at the makeshift shower tent by the stream. The executioner who had massacred Cheyenne women and children was now being shaved by two black soldiers. Every time the razor scraped across his Adam's apple, the lame colonel shivered - he was still the commander of the First Colorado Volunteer Regiment and needed to be accountable to the new territorial governor "Zhao Si".

Of course, his captain is just a figurehead, used to deceive the masters in Washington, just like what happened in California, Oregon, and Washington State!
Although the power there is firmly held by Chinese charlatans such as the True Covenant Archbishop of North America, the True Covenant Archbishop of the West Coast and the True Covenant Archbishop of Three States, the governors, lieutenant governors, secretaries of state, chief justices, speakers of the state senate and house of representatives, as well as the old men who were pushed to New York to serve as federal senators and representatives, are still all white people.

There was a suppressed commotion in the queue of white immigrants on the other side of the stream. Several farmers with long Mormon beards were pointing fingers at the former Governor Evans - I wonder if they were fooled by "Zhao Si"'s tricks?
"This is a deal with the devil." Suppressed French curses floated from the crowd, and several fur traders from St. Louis crossed themselves.

Archbishop Amur rang the bell at the right time. Two Mongolian attendants wearing conical "pandita" hats unfolded the sheepskin scroll and read in stiff English: "By the providence of Heaven, Colorado Governor Nicholas Zhao Si ordered: former territorial governor John Evans to be appointed chairman of the Colorado Territorial Council; Union Army Colonel John Chivington to continue to serve as the commander of the First Colorado Volunteer Regiment; His Excellency Hampton III of South Carolina" When he read this, the attendants bowed to the pale white master, "honored as Chief Justice of the Colorado Territorial Supreme Court."

Although Xianfeng had already told Hampton III, Evans, Chivington and others that he would not harm their lives and would give them official positions, as long as the appointment was not announced in public, it could change at any time. Now, at least they are safe for the time being.
Zhao Si appeared amid cheers. The Eastern Governor rode Hampton's Arabian warhorse around the field three times, and then began to speak loudly in fluent southern English: "Gentlemen! A telegram from President Davis in Washington has just arrived, expressing his gratitude for the Colorado Territory's support for the federal government!"

The crowd burst into exclamations of disbelief - there was no telegraph line in Denver, and Davis probably didn't know what was happening in Denver!

"Tomorrow's front page of the Denver Gazette" the smile on Ma Zi's face suddenly disappeared, "will carry the full text of the President's telegram. Of course, there will also be a photo of the new Colorado Territory leaders!"

Xianfeng then rode his horse to the podium that had been set up long ago, dismounted, and quickly climbed onto the platform.

He narrowed his triangular eyes and looked down at the audience. The gathering of 30,000 people was so silent, with only the yak-hair flags on the top of the yurt fluttering in the wind.

"Citizens!" Zhao Si suddenly shouted in Cheyenne language, and the "Indian Mongolians" below immediately cheered - they are now also citizens and masters!
“When our founding father wrote in Philadelphia that ‘all men are created equal’, did the Indians in the Rocky Mountains understand that the fate of their descendants had changed forever?” Xianfeng then switched to English with a southern accent and said, “When the plantation owners in South Carolina talked about freedom, did the black slaves in the cotton fields know what freedom was?”

The crowd began to stir. The white gold diggers in dirty aprons exchanged glances, and at least three of them quietly unhooked the revolver holsters hidden under their coats. Zhao Si saw Tom McMullen leading three hundred black knights with spears to slowly form a formation.
"But today!" He suddenly drew out his sword and pointed it at Cherry Creek, "On the banks of Cherry Creek in Colorado! What I see is not the color of your skin, not your race, not the gold coins jingling in your pockets, but the sweat of free men!"

He paused for twenty heartbeats, then raised his voice again: "It is the sweat that will irrigate the fertile soil of Colorado! It is the sweat that will build the transcontinental railroad! It is the sweat that will dig gold mines, graze cattle and sheep, and plant wheat! And I, the new governor of Colorado, now swear by the rushing Cherry Creek that under my governance, every drop of free sweat will not be shed in vain, and every free laborer will be rewarded!"

"The Cheyennes, Comanches, and other industrious and brave Indian tribes will be given the ranches of Colorado—and they will own those ranches as citizens of Colorado! They will be the owners of this land, just like the white, black, and yellow people!"

"Long live." The Indians dressed in Mongolian style cheered, and the prayer wheel in the hand of their leader, Archbishop Amurfo of the Zhenyue faction, started to spin rapidly.

"Every warrior of the First Black Army!" Emperor Xianfeng began to give "candies" to the blacks again, "can receive a hundred acres of land and a mule in the fertile valley of Colorado. All black soldiers will raise their flags and become citizens of Colorado!"

"God save the Governor!"

Twenty thousand black brothers shouted together, and the sound was so loud that all the white people dared not move, including those guys who wanted to touch the guns.

"As for the trade route through the Rocky Mountains," he turned his gaze to Lei Lao Hu and his Cantonese California natives, "it will belong to the Chinese in California!"

The Indians were herding, the blacks were farming, and the Chinese were doing business. Emperor Xianfeng was quite good at arranging things for his subordinates, but what could the white people do?

The thousands of white people on the banks of Cherry Creek were a little nervous, but Emperor Xianfeng showed an extremely solemn expression, first making the sign of the cross on his chest, then clasping his hands together and praying to the heavens. Archbishop Amur Buddha beside him shook the prayer wheel and chanted in Mongolian: "Namo the Eternal Emperor, may God bless you."

"Last night when I was praying by Cherry Creek," Xianfeng said in trembling English, "an angel rode a flying bicycle across Cripple Creek!" Amur unfolded a thangka at the right moment, and in the painting was a "Bull Demon King" riding a bicycle across the sky.

The white people who were listening to Xianfeng's speech suddenly thought of something and held their breath - most of them had never converted to heavenly Father God, but as gold diggers, who didn't know the "gold map" of the west coast?
It was with the help of the golden map bestowed by Heavenly Father Emperor God that the True Covenant Sect was able to gain a foothold on the West Coast and become the master of three states in a short period of time.

And Nicholas Zhao Si is also a cardinal of the True Testament sect!
In addition, many gold diggers also know who the "Bicycle-riding Bull Demon King" of the True Covenant Sect is. He is Luo Yaoguo, who gave the "Golden Map" to the former True Covenant Sect's North American Archbishop Hong Renzheng!
Is there a big gold mine in Colorado?
Xianfeng suddenly raised his voice to the highest point: "The angel told me that the largest gold mine in the United States is buried along Cripple Creek near Cheyenne Mountain! I will now grant the gold mine in Cripple Creek to every white gold prospector who converts to Heavenly Father God!"

There really is gold!
This Zhao Si is truly the best governor in the world!

"Long live the Governor!"

"God save the Governor!"

A riot-like cheer suddenly broke out, and all the white people were cheering - in front of gold, white supremacy, racism, all go to hell! Gold is not white at all, but everyone likes it, right?
Zhao Si's eardrums were buzzing from the impact of the sound waves. He saw that those white people who had been glaring at him just now were now all kneeling down, kowtowing to him and shouting "Long live the emperor". This feeling was too unbearable to recall!
"Silence!" Black Knight Tom fired his gun into the sky, and his three hundred knights rushed to the Cherry Creek with their spears raised. Xianfeng took the opportunity to step down from the podium, walked to the Cherry Creek, and used his sword to pick up a handful of stream water and splash it on the kneeling crowd: "I, Nicholas Zhao Si, swear by the holy water of Cherry Creek where the angel appeared, that all my followers will get the Cripple Creek gold! And you, the lost white lambs, jump into the holy water of Cherry Creek now, wash away your sins, and welcome a new life!"

"Baptized, baptized, baptized."

The white people along Cherry Creek rushed to the rushing stream, including Hampton III, Evans, and the limping Chivington. Xianfeng reached into the pocket of his military uniform, where there was an enamel tobacco box brought to him by Lei Lao Hu. However, there was no tobacco in the box, only a Colorado gold map, on which was marked "the largest gold mine in the United States - Cripple Creek Gold Mine"!
If this gold map is true, once the gold in Cripple Creek is mined, he will become the king of Colorado.
(End of this chapter)