The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 835 President, the Warsaw Pact troops have entered the United States!
Osaka Bay is shrouded in morning mist.

Yang Xiuqing and his son Yang Chengtian stood on the top floor of the castle tower, looking at the "Warsaw Pact Fleet" gradually disappearing on the horizon. The outlines of the huge ironclad ships were looming in the mist, and the black smoke from the chimneys dragged long trails in the sky, as if black dragons were swimming towards the other side of the ocean.

This scene is so spectacular that it makes people despair!
"Father..." Yang Chengtian clenched his fists, his voice full of reluctance, "Gao Zi also followed Luo Yaoguo."

That was Gao Zi, who grew up with him as a childhood sweetheart. If Luo Yaoguo hadn't intervened, Gao Zi would have been his concubine sooner or later! Compared with the prince who was several years older than him, Gao Zi was simply a beauty from heaven, and she was abducted by Luo Yaoguo!

How could Li Chengtian not hate?
Yang Xiuqing just narrowed his one eye slightly and didn't take Gao Zi's departure to heart at all.

He looked at the huge fleet - 10 Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's "Tianjing" class and "Xi'an" class ironclad ships lined up in a column, 6 "Dongfang" class ships built by the Korean Heavenly Kingdom followed closely behind, light cruisers surrounded them like a pack of wolves, and troop transports and supply ships were huge... This fleet was a maritime force that East Asia had never had before.

"The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's navy... is indeed strong." Yang Xiuqing sighed in a low voice, "We used all our strength and got help from Britain to build these six 'Dongfang' class ships. Compared with their 'Tianjing' class and 'Xi'an' class ships, they are simply not good enough!"

Yang Chengtian turned around abruptly: "Just because the navy is not as good as them, can we just let them bully us like this? Gao Zi is the young master of Nanmu Domain, the next chief priest of the Shinyo Shinto Temple! Luo Yaoguo said to take him away and he took him away without even asking me a question!"

Yang Xiuqing sneered and patted his son on the shoulder: "A little impatience will ruin a big plan."

He pointed to the distant Edo and said, "Now, we can finally help Princess Kazunomiya rise to power. With her status, plus the 400 million koku of territory that originally belonged to the Tokugawa family, big cities like Osaka, Kyoto, Nagasaki, and Edo, as well as Japan's gold, silver, and copper mines... we will have a steady flow of funds to build industry and develop the navy and army."

Yang Chengtian frowned: "But will Luo Yaoguo allow us to develop in peace?"

"So..." Yang Xiuqing's voice suddenly lowered, "In the next ten years, we must give priority to the military! We must concentrate our financial resources and give priority to the military. We must build bigger warships and train stronger armies!" A sharp light flashed in his one eye, "Ten years later..."

The surface of the Pacific Ocean sparkles in the early spring sunshine.

Luo Yaoguo held Gao Zi's hand and strolled on the deck of the "Xi'an". The sea breeze blew Gao Zi's red kimono, and her skin looked particularly white in the morning light. She looked at the neatly arranged fleet on the sea, her eyes flashing with excitement.

"Master..." Gao Zi asked softly, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice, "Are we going to go to war with the British and Americans?"

Luo Yaoguo leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Now is not the time to start a war, but we must not show weakness. We must be prepared to start a war at any time."

He pointed to the outline of the fleet that undulated like a steel mountain range on the distant sea - five "Tianjing" class and five "Xi'an" class 5-ton ironclad ships, six "Dongfang" class 5-ton ironclad ships, eight "Wuxian" class light cruisers, plus troop transports, coal carriers, supply ships... A total of 5000 ships in total, a huge fleet, were advancing eastward in battle formation.

Gao Zi looked at this spectacular scene, but still felt a little worried: "But the British have 82 ironclad ships, and the Americans have 24... Can we really defeat them?"

Luo Yaoguo smiled slightly and gently pinched her palm with his fingers: "I will definitely win, because I know what kind of ship I should build in the future!"

Gao Zi blinked, still worried: "Then this time... we really won't fight with the British, right?"

Luo Yaoguo patted her shoulder and said firmly, "Don't worry. Although the British and Americans have many fleets, they don't have any ports on the west coast of America that can berth large fleets." He paused, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, "And I have San Francisco and San Diego. This time, I suddenly dispatched such a large fleet and transported 8000 soldiers just to scare them into compromise!"

Gao Zi hummed softly, her cheeks slightly red. Luo Yaoguo looked at her like this, raised his lips slightly, and led her to the cabin...

June 1868 in the Western calendar.

San Francisco Bay, clear sky.

When the huge figure of the "Warsaw Pact Fleet" appeared on the horizon, the entire Chinese community in San Francisco was boiling. On the dock, tens of thousands of Chinese waved the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's round dragon flag and the True Pact's wheat ear cross flag, and the cheers shook the earth.

The True Testament Archbishop of North America, Hong Daquan, stood at the front of the dock, wearing a red robe embroidered with gold and a tall crown on his head. Beside him was his wife Xu Yuegui, Luo Yaoguo's confidant and former head of the Prime Minister's Office. Now, together with Hong Daquan, she has become the behind-the-scenes ruler of California, Washington, Oregon and Nevada.

"Here they come!" Hong Daquan raised his arms high and said in a loud voice, "The Prime Minister of Heaven, His Royal Highness King Wu, has come to America in person!"

The crowd roared like a tsunami. Xu Yuegui smiled and looked at the sea, her eyes full of expectation. Luo Yaoguo came at the right time! This year is probably the last year of the American Civil War. What kind of status the twelve states of the "black, red, and yellow" in the western United States will have in the future for a long time depends on this year.

In order to make the white people on the east coast of the United States admit that the "twelve black, red, and yellow states" in the West can have a seat at the table, they must know that the forces behind these twelve states are powerful and determined to smash the plates of dozens of states in the southeast, northwest, and northeast of the United States!

And the "Warsaw Pact Combined Fleet" is now here to demonstrate its strength and determination!

The fleet slowly sailed into the harbor with its guns lowered as a sign of peace. But even so, the oppressive feeling of the huge steel ships still made the white American officials in California on the shore pale.

The gangway of the Xi'an was lowered, and Luo Yaoguo took Gao Zi's hand and walked down slowly. Hong Daquan immediately came forward and knelt on one knee: "Welcome to the Prime Minister, His Royal Highness the King of Wu!" Luo Yaoguo helped him up and said with a smile: "Daquan, long time no see."

Hong Daquan excitedly said to Luo Yaoguo in Hakka: "I have followed your instructions and controlled the four states on the west coast. As long as you give the order, we can declare independence at any time! As for the other eight states, we are 60% sure."

Luo Yaoguo nodded, his eyes swept towards the pale white officials in the distance, and whispered, "No hurry, let's see how Lincoln chooses. Now it's nice to stay in the United States and have a meal at the table. There are 24 federal senator seats in the twelve states! If I remember correctly, this year is the election year in the United States!"

Hong Daquan narrowed his eyes and said, "The Prime Minister is indeed very far-sighted. If the Northern Federation of the United States can recognize our twelve states, we can indeed make a big fuss on Capitol Hill."

"The North may have won the seven-year civil war, but they are exhausted." Luo Yaoguo nodded and said, "If they don't want to continue the endless war, they will have no choice but to accept our conditions."

Washington, White House.

In the Oval Office, Abraham Lincoln finally sat in the chair he had always dreamed of.

Seven years! After seven years of hard fighting, the Northern Army finally broke through the Blue Mountain-Sahaquinas River defense line of the Southern Army, recaptured Maryland and the District of Columbia, and took the capital of the United States of America back into their hands!
Good news also came from the Western Front - the Northern Army captured Vicksburg, cut off the Mississippi River, the lifeline of the Southern Federation, and achieved the strategic goal of "march to the sea."

"Finally... it's over." Lincoln breathed a sigh of relief and tapped the battle report on the table with his fingers.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

"Your Excellency the President! The Secretary of State, the Secretary of War, and the Secretary of the Navy want to see you!" Secretary Nicholas' voice was filled with panic.

Lincoln frowned, and a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in his heart: "Come in."

The door was flung open, and three cabinet members almost stumbled in. Secretary of State William Seward's face was livid, Secretary of War Edwin Stanton's forehead was sweating, and Secretary of the Navy Gideon Welles even wore his hat askew.

"President!" Seward's voice trembled, "Oh no! The Warsaw Pact troops have entered American territory!"

Lincoln's pupils suddenly shrank and he broke out in a cold sweat: "What?!"

The Warsaw Pact army sounds so scary!

Navy Secretary Wells followed up with: "The Warsaw Pact fleet has entered San Francisco Bay, with a total of more than 20 ironclad ships!"

"More than 20 ships." Lincoln's face darkened. "What do they want to do?"

Secretary of War Stanton slammed his fist on the table: "Their army has landed on the west coast! At least 8,000 soldiers, well-equipped!"

Lincoln felt dizzy and his fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly.

"Warsaw Pact troops...entering the United States?" He murmured again, as if to confirm that this was not a nightmare, and then gritted his teeth, "This is an invasion!"

After seven years of civil war, the North was almost bled dry, and victory was in sight. But now, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, with the Warsaw Pact coalition composed of Japanese and Korean troops, directly attacked the west coast of the United States? !

"What... do they want to do?" Lincoln's voice was low and hoarse.

Seward took a deep breath and said, "The True Covenant Archbishop of North America, Hong Daquan, sent a telegram asking us to 'recognize the state constitutions of Colorado, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Arizona, Wyoming, Idaho, and Montana.'"

"Recognize the state constitutions of these seven states?!" Lincoln stood up suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor. "Is this something a bishop like him should be concerned about?!"

Stanton gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. President, we are simply unable to start a war on the West Coast! The main forces are all in the East and South. There is no railway across the Rocky Mountains to the West Coast. There is no way to transfer troops to California!"

Wells added: "Moreover...all our navy's ironclad ships are in the Atlantic to blockade the South. There is not a single decent warship in the Pacific!"

Lincoln's face became uglier and uglier. He walked to the window and looked at the gloomy sky outside, as if he could see the shadow of the iron fleet in the Pacific Ocean looming over him.

"Quick, quick... send electricity to London. Now is the time for NATO to show its strength..."

(End of this chapter)