The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 764 Nothing else, just want to be a salty Kong Ming (asking for monthly tickets, asking for double monthly tickets)
"Ideas." Xianfeng stood up and walked to the Frankfort Railway Station in Kentucky, his headquarters, and stood in front of a map of the United States hanging on the wall, then crossed his arms and looked at it. Bell, who was in the state of "labor reform", picked up a kerosene lamp and stood beside him to light it for him.

The current situation in America is somewhat similar to that of the Three Kingdoms period in Xianfeng's eyes. The territory of the Northern Federation is not actually large, but it has a large population, abundant food, and a strong industry. Once it starts to develop, it will be endless. It is just like Cao Wei, and Lincoln is just a "Lin Mengde"!

The Southern Federation looks a bit like the Eastern Wu, with its core territory in the southeast and a core population only a fraction of that of the North. It can fight in the short term, but not in the long term. That Davis is a "Dai Zhongmou". He relies on "Robert Yu" to encourage and support, but he still can't win in the end.

The western part is undoubtedly Shu Han. Shu Han relied on the dangers of mountains and rivers to fight against Cao Wei, but it had too few people and was not strong enough. Even Zhuge Liang could not hold on. The situation in the west is similar. Although there are dangers of the Rockies, it has too few people and the industry is not very good. If the South can still hold on, it can still get a little bit. If the "Dai Zhongmou and Robert Yu" in the South are gone, the future will not be easy.

". Should I be the American Kong Ming?" Xianfeng was muttering to himself, and McMullen and Zeng Jia.Linshu, who came over at some point, stood on his left and right. McMullen didn't understand Chinese, so he didn't know what Xianfeng was muttering. But Zeng Jia.Linshu understood clearly that this master didn't want to be "Xian Taiji" anymore, but wanted to be Xian Kong Ming! So the question was, who would be "Adou"?

"Master, if you are the American Kong Ming, then who will be the American Adou?" Zeng Jia Linshu asked casually.

"Who is going to be a fool? Of course it's Hong Tiangui!" Xianfeng answered casually - probably in his heart, Hong Tiangui was destined to be a fool! There is no way, he has someone in heaven!

"Nicholas, what are you talking about?" McMullen thought they were discussing some military intelligence, so he quickly interrupted in English.

"Oh, no, nothing." Xianfeng only reacted at this time. Now is not the time to discuss who will be the "Adou". The division of the United States into three parts is not yet decided!

Xianfeng came back to his senses, thought about it, and asked McMullen: "Do President Davis and General Lee want to go all out?"

McMullen nodded: "Although the North has been losing, it has become stronger with each defeat, and although we have been winning, we have become weaker with each victory."

"This is the Industrial Age!" Xianfeng turned his head and looked at McMullen, "If you had listened to me earlier and fought the North from the beginning, why would it have come to this?"

"It is what it is now," said McMullen. "General Lee has a plan for a decisive battle."

"Tell me about it."

McMullen took a copper pointer and drew a line between St. Louis and Vicksburg on the map: "General Lee's idea is to fight a mobile war between St. Louis, Memphis and Vicksburg to lure the enemy deep into the territory, and strive to annihilate 20 to 30 Northern troops in one fell swoop, thereby reversing the unfavorable situation on the battlefield and creating conditions for the next round of North-South peace talks."

"Peace talks between the North and the South?" Xianfeng was stunned. "We can still have peace talks after fighting like this?"

"Of course!" McMullen said, "The British ambassador recently told the president that Britain could mediate. In addition, the direct trigger of this civil war was an election dispute, and 1864 is an election year. Shouldn't we return the right to choose to the American people?"

Another election in the blink of an eye? Xianfeng thought, "Very busy! But then again, it would be nice if the North and the South could negotiate peace and then elect a president. Before this civil war, the Chinese only controlled one state, California, which was not very reliable. Now the Chinese have firmly controlled the three states of California, Oregon, and Washington, and the three territories of Idaho, Colorado, and Nevada. If these three territories become three states in the future, the number of states controlled by the Chinese will increase to six, and the number of federal senators alone will increase to 12, and at least 10 federal representatives can be elected, and there will be almost 10 electoral votes.

There will be more Chinese in the future, and there will be more senators, congressmen and electors in their hands. Maybe "Hong Adou" and my son Zaichun will be able to run for president of the United States in the future.
"If that's the case," Xianfeng stroked his unshaven chin and thought, "St. Louis to Vicksburg is about 500 miles, right?"

"Yes," McMullen said, "General Lee hopes that you can attack Memphis, and then lead the Northern Army to Vicksburg, and then rely on Vicksburg's solid position to fight a defensive battle with the Northern Army." As he spoke, he drew a line on the map with his pointer, drawing a line from Washington all the way to Nashville, the railway transportation hub in Tennessee. "General Lee will lead 20 troops by train from the east line to Nashville, and then send troops from Nashville to attack St. Louis or Memphis, cutting off the Northern Army's front line!" "I see." Xianfeng nodded. No wonder McMullen came all the way to Kentucky. It turned out that he wanted the black army to be cannon fodder for them!
In the light of the kerosene lamp, McMullen's copper pointer drew an arc at the big bend of the Mississippi River: "Nicholas, Vicksburg is a fortress given by God to the South. The Mississippi River turns here, surrounded by water on three sides, with cliffs two hundred feet high on the east bank, and bastion fortifications biting into the rocks like dragon teeth - it took us two years to build this place into the 'Gibraltar of the South'." The tip of the pointer poked the contour lines on the map, "General Pemberton arranged seven layers of defense on the top of the mountain. The outermost layer is a six-foot-deep trench with sharpened wooden stakes buried in it; the second layer is iron barrels filled with tar, which can be burned into a wall of fire at any time; the third to sixth layers are cross-fire networks, with fifty Parrot rifled cannons alone."

McMullen took out a Vicksburg defense map from his briefcase and gave it to Heidegger, who immediately pinned it to the wall. When Xianfeng saw the words "Luchai Redoubt" and "Green Redoubt" marked on the map, the scene of the assault with mountains of corpses and seas of blood emerged in his mind.

"The Yankees hate the black army the most right now. If your black army can first attack Memphis, then lure Grant south, and finally retreat to Vicksburg, this fortress that General Pemberton has worked hard to build for two years can be fully utilized. I think if Lincoln knew you were in Vicksburg, he would definitely order Grant to attack at all costs."

Zenk O'Hara was hearing these words when he pulled back the curtain and came in. It had started raining outside, and the commander of the Blackwall Brigade was soaking wet, with the red mud unique to the Kentucky River on his boots: "Governor, two or three hundred of the newly recruited black jackets have run away. These worthless blacks said they would rather be whipped on the plantation than be shot to pieces by Yankee bullets."

Xianfeng frowned upon hearing this - these black bondservants were no match for the veterans of the "Black Wall" Brigade! The veterans of the "Black Wall" Brigade were all "motivated black slaves" and "thorny black slaves" selected from the plantations in South Carolina. They were all young, strong and ambitious black slaves who wanted to be white and sleep with white ladies. Xianfeng also transferred a group of Taiping veterans from the West Coast as military advisers, and also transferred a group of True Testament priests to be responsible for brainwashing, and only then did the "Black Wall" Brigade come into being.

However, as the "Black Wall" Brigade continued to expand, it expanded from one brigade to three divisions and one brigade (excluding the "American" troops) in a very short period of time, and the quality of the soldiers naturally could not keep up. The "black men" recruited by Xianfeng's troops in Tennessee and Kentucky were even less motivated. Even if the priests of the Tantric Zhenyue sect turned the prayer wheels until they smoked, it was of little use and there was no way to turn them into good soldiers in such a short time.

However, these "black baozi" are also useful. They can be cannon fodder now and serfs in the future! Otherwise, who will the black masters like Black Zengke and Black Tom oppress in the future?

"Mike," Xianfeng suddenly spoke in English, his finger on the railway line from St. Louis to Vicksburg, "I want 100,000 black slaves, half male and half female. And let those three 'Glorious' class ironclad ships enter the Missouri River and stop at the Vicksburg dock now."

"What, what?" McMullen's pointer fell to the ground with a clang. "Nicholas! How many slaves do you want?"

"One hundred thousand!" Xianfeng said, "My Colorado, Idaho, and Nevada all need labor. I have finally captured and liberated more than 100,000 people in Tennessee and Kentucky in the past two months. If we want to attack Memphis and Vicksburg, we will suffer a lot of losses. You have to make up for it! Mike, is it possible?"

"One hundred thousand. Let's give it a try!" McMullen thought for a moment, "But our three ironclad ships were all damaged."

"Just repair it roughly!" Xianfeng interrupted McMullen and said, "If we win this battle, we can negotiate next. If we lose, hehe..."

McMullen thought there was nothing wrong with this, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go talk to the president. Nicholas, your army..."

"Go south and return to Nashville immediately." Xianfeng made the decision immediately.

Zeng Ke stepped forward and said, "Governor, there are still 37 plantations in the northwest and northeast of Frankfurt that have not been liberated. Give me three days."

"No more liberation. Gather the troops and head south tomorrow." Xianfeng waved his hand and then said to McMullen, "A month later, I want to see 100,000 black slaves and three ironclad ships at the Vicksburg dock! If I don't see them, I will immediately lead the troops across the Mississippi River to Colorado and never care about your war with the Yankees again."

(End of this chapter)