The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 746: Xianfeng: This is the Anti-Scripture, the knowledge of God’s house!

After Grant finished reading the telegram handed to him by his adjutant, he suddenly pointed his cigar butt at the battle map, and then said to his chief of staff Roslin: "Look, Zhao Si, who only has 'one minute', now has three vital points." His cigarette butt suddenly pointed at Kansas City, Topeka, and Denver. "If he can't take Kansas when he moves forward, and can't keep Topeka when he retreats, and his base camp Denver is attacked by the Nebraska Cavalry Division, then he will have no way out! How are the militias in Missouri and Kansas, the First Army, the Second Army, and the Nebraska Cavalry Division now?"

Chief of Staff Roslin said: "Missouri militia commander Fletcher just called and said there are still 12 guns and -pound cannons in Kansas City, but the white militia there is clamoring for double the bounty before they are willing to defend the city."

"Give them!" Grant slammed the table, "Allow 3000 rifles to Jennings, the commander of the Kansas militia, so that he can arm another militia brigade in Leavenworth."

"Yes, General." Rawlins took out his notebook and pen and immediately wrote down Grant's order. Then he said to Grant, "The Second Army reports that they are still short of 200 barrels of gunpowder."

"Let them steal! Let them rob! Let them cheat the slave owners in Missouri. Don't they have 200 barrels of gunpowder?" Grant said calmly, "Tell Banks that if he can't get it to Jefferson City before Sunday, he should go back to his hometown to find his mother!"

Chief of Staff Rawlings recorded Grant's order and then reported: "The Nebraska Cavalry Division has passed Fort Kearny and is 150 miles from the border of Colorado Territory."

"Tell those cowboys not to stop!" Grant's eyes turned to Denver, "Tell them that gold diggers in Colorado recently discovered a big gold mine, and the bank vaults in Denver are full of gold!"

A staff officer handed Rollins a telegram that had just been translated. Rollins looked down and said, "General, this is a telegram from Kansas City. Zhao Si's black army is attacking the River Bend Brewery west of Kansas City!"

"Okay! Tell Fletcher to hold on firmly! If we lose the Riverbend Brewery, I'll stuff him into the barrel of a twelve-pounder and shoot him out!" Grant said with an excited smile, "Tell McPherson to have his First Army move out immediately and march westward. After taking over Smoky Mountain, don't stop and go straight to Topeka!"

Grant punched Lawrence on the map: "Zhao Si, this yellow monkey who can only be powerful for a minute, thinks he can destroy America by inciting the niggers and red barbarians. And I, Grant, will bury him in Lawrence!"

In the office of the Lawrence Methodist Church, the kerosene lamp cast four shadows on the wall with Christian propaganda posters. Xianfeng used his sword to pick open a wooden box, took out an English version of the Anti-Scripture, and said to his two "black generals" with a smile: "Zeng Ke, Tom, don't always think about fighting and killing. Today I will tell you about the art of rebellion in God's house. Rebellion is a great art!"

Belle, wearing a red dress from the brand Medin California that Emperor Xianfeng had given her, sat cross-legged on a desk. When she heard what Emperor Xianfeng said, she looked at him in surprise: "What? God, there is a way to rebel? How can there be such a thing in God's house?"

Xianfeng sneered: "Bell, haven't you heard of Hong Tianwang, the second son of God? Isn't he an expert in rebellion?"

"Ah, but Hong Xiuquan." Bell almost said, "Hong Xiuquan is a charlatan who practices shamanism." However, before Xianfeng could do anything, Zeng Ke and Tom glared at her fiercely, so she quickly shut up.

Xianfeng smiled and said: "If God's family would not rebel, how come the gods of Rome and Greece disappeared?"

"This"

Bell couldn't answer this question. She wasn't Luo Yaoguo's Maria, so how could she have such a deep understanding of religion? She tilted her head and thought about it for a while, and it seemed to make sense.

Xianfeng handed the English version of the Anti-Scripture to Bell and said, "You know a lot of words, right?"

Bell nodded slightly. She was indeed a cultured prostitute.
"Well, you read it!" Xianfeng threw the "Anti-Scripture" to Bell.

"Chapter One, The Revolt of the Common People," Belle read in the voices of some Atlanta ministers with whom she was friendly, "When the farmer's hoe was sharper than the gentleman's sword."

"Stop!" Xianfeng's voice shook the candlelight. "My Black Tom, do you understand this?"

The Black Knight Brigadier scratched his curly hair and said, "So if the poor fellow with the hoe is stronger than the masters with the sword, then he can turn over and become the master?"

Xianfeng nodded approvingly: "That's right," he said in Chinese, "Kings, princes, generals and ministers, are they of different species?" Then he explained in English, "What this means is that freedom does not distinguish between skin color, and nobility does not distinguish between bloodlines. Whoever has the ability can rise to the top, and the lower-ranking people can also draw their swords against the higher-ranking people!"

But Bell frowned and said, "Is this really the way God teaches us? But the pastor always teaches us to obey the master."

"Obedience?" Xianfeng rolled his eyes. "Even God obeys. Now the old Zhou family has the final say in heaven!"

"Old Zhou family?" Bell was confused.

"It's the Zeus family, old Zeus's family!" Xianfeng explained, and then said, "Isn't it that the sword of America's founding father Washington was sharper than the sword of the British king?" Bell was dumbfounded by this truth.

He waved at Bell: "Go on!"

Bell recited a few sentences and then hummed a Georgia-style sarcasm from his nose: "The first step for the common people to rebel is to destroy their livelihoods - ha! Isn't this the same trick you use to burn cotton fields everywhere?"

"That's right!" Xianfeng sneered, "Keep reading!"

"We must destroy their mills and barns, burn their cotton fields, cut off all their escape routes, let hunger be the best drummer, and let hatred and fear be the best weapons." Zeng Ke waved his fist vigorously: "That's how the white devils burned my mother's village and brought her to America as a slave - now it's our turn to burn their homes!"

He said excitedly, "Last week, we captured Butler's Farm. I burned down the White Devil's manor. His black serfs danced around the fire more happily than at Christmas. Later, they all joined our team!"

"Well done!" Xianfeng laughed, "It must be Chen Yucheng who taught you to do this, right?"

"Yes, yes," Zeng Ke nodded repeatedly, "That's what General Chen taught us."

Xianfeng nodded to Bell again, indicating that she should continue reading.

"The second step is to draw a big cake." Bell's tone suddenly became sharp. "The promised pie must be more dazzling than the stained glass windows of the church. Even if it is a castle in the air, it doesn't matter. You Chinese call this the art of rebellion?" She suddenly sneered, "Isn't this the routine used by brothels to coax young prostitutes to accept customers?"

Zenk stood up suddenly, pressing the Colt revolver against Bell's temple: "Watch your tongue, white bitch!"

"Put away your gun!" Xianfeng grabbed the wine bottle and smashed it at Zeng Ke's feet. "This book was written by Wu Wang Luo Yaoguo, a student of God!" He squinted his triangular eyes and said to Bell, "The castles in the air that Wu Wang promised back then have now come true one by one. The people who followed the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom have received their due rewards. So the Anti-Scripture is the real truth!"

Xianfeng paused and continued, "Bell, you are actually a person who is being trampled under their feet. You should at least know the principles in the Anti-Scripture. Keep reading."

When Bell read out "The backbone should be selected from the craziest, most miserable, most desperate, and most desperate people", Xianfeng slapped his thigh and said: This is the most important thing! Recruit the craziest, most miserable, and most desperate black slaves as the backbone, rely on them to control other black slaves, and then you can mobilize all the black slaves in Missouri!" His face suddenly darkened, and his expression looked very painful. "That's what Hong Tianwang, Yang Dongwang, and Luo Wuwang did in the past! And it was a great success. Now we have to do the same."

Black Tom was stunned when he heard this: "Governor, you just said that we want to mobilize the black slaves in Missouri? But most of the slave owners in Missouri are loyal to the South!"

Xianfeng laughed loudly: "I don't care who they are loyal to. What matters now is to recruit people. We only have more than 10,000 black soldiers at most. How can this be enough? If we want to establish a state in the United States in the future, we will need at least 100,000 black soldiers!"

Bell was stunned. She seemed to have heard the theory of Xianfeng in a brothel in Atlanta from some revolutionaries who had fled from Europe.
"Report!" A sweaty black messenger rushed out of the door panting, "The Yankee's vanguard cavalry is near the Smoky Mountains!"

Black Tom stood up suddenly and said, "Governor, please let my black cavalry go. The black cavalry's spears are the most powerful!"

"What's the hurry?" Xianfeng slowly rolled up the Anti-Scripture, "Zeng Ke, what do you think the Yankees are going to do to us now?"

"The Yankees are thinking," Black Tom thought hard, "Governor, will the Yankees send a large army over here?"

"Yes!" Xianfeng said with a smile, "So let's wait here in Lawrence!" He threw the Anti-Scripture to Zeng Ke, "Print 5,000 copies of this book first, and let the black guys read it as the Bible! Tell them that this is the true knowledge of God's house... Only after learning it can you do great things!"

Black Tom asked: "The Yankee army may be approaching Lawrence"

Xianfeng waved his hand and said, "Let them come. What matters now is to let the black brothers below know why they are fighting and how to win. Only when everyone has a clear idea in their hearts can the team have real cohesion."

Bell looked at Xianfeng, and she suddenly realized that this pockmarked "one minute" man wanted to tear apart not only the white supremacy of America, but also the rules of the entire old world.

The printing press in Lawrence City was running all night, and one by one, the English version of the Bible that taught people to rebel was printed and bound, and in the shortest possible time, it was distributed to every literate black person. The white woman Belle Watling also got a copy.
(End of this chapter)