The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 838 I have decided, the world war will be fought in America!

In the Central Valley of California in March 1868, the spring sun had already made the railroad tracks a little hot. Luo Yaoguo sat on the soft cushions of the VIP carriage, his fingers unconsciously tapping the Longjing tea cup that Nanmu Gaozi had just brewed. Outside the window, there were fields of wheat, farmers were bending over to sow spring wheat, and the windmills beside the canals were creaking, pumping snowmelt water from the tributaries of the San Jinhua River into the fields.

"This railway was started in 1862," Hong Daquan unfolded the map and traced the thick red line from Sacramento to Denver with his fingertips. "The most dangerous section of Donner Peak was built with picric acid developed by Taiping University. The tunnels were all built little by little by our California Militia Engineer Corps using picric acid explosives. There were many accidents during the construction, and dozens of people died. It was really not easy!"

Hong Daquan said it was "too difficult", but he obviously did not have a real understanding of the difficulty of the western section of the Pacific Railway crossing the Rocky Mountains.
Xu Yuegui held the account book and added: "The Chinese workers' monthly salary is 35 California dollars, which is equivalent to 27 Taiping silver dollars. Five California dollars are deducted every month for food expenses, and we are guaranteed to have meat for every meal. Nowadays, the three states on the west coast and the Tianwang City in Canada are full of fertile fields, orchards, and pastures, and food is very cheap. Five California dollars is enough to eat and drink well." She lifted the curtain of the carriage, and saw herds of cattle and sheep grazing on alfalfa on the hillside in the distance.

Luo Yaoguo narrowed his eyes and looked at the orchard filled with wooden stakes beside the railway tracks. The peach and apple trees had just sprouted, and Japanese workers were using bamboo poles to fix the branches. Further away, Chinese farmers wearing bamboo hats were bending over to plant rice seedlings. The paddy fields reflected the blue sky, like broken silver paving the ground.

"How much arable land is there in the three states on the west coast plus the Tianwang Territory in Canada now?" Luo Yaoguo asked.

Xu Yuegui replied: "There are more than 100 family farms, each with acres of land."

"More than four million acres of arable land, 24 million Chinese acres," Luo Yaoguo knocked on the table, "If we assume that three acres feed one person, that's enough food for eight million people. How many people are there in the twelve states on the west coast plus Tianwang City?"

Hong Daquan wiped his sweat and said, "The twelve states on the west coast plus the Tianwang City have a total population of more than three million, of which 60% are Chinese, 10% are Japanese and Korean, and the rest are blacks, Americans, and whites."

"Too few!" Luo Yaoguo shook his head repeatedly. "Our people have built the three states on the west coast and Tianwang City so well. Railways have been built, cities have been built, and many gold, silver, coal, copper, and saltpeter mines have been opened. More than 2000 million acres of arable land have been opened. We can't defend it if the population is too small. If the whites take it, it will help the enemy!"

Hong Daquan was surprised: "Aid the enemy? Your Highness, you mean..."

Luo Yaoguo lowered his voice: "Daquan, this is the battlefield of the world war!"

"World War?" Hong Daquan took a breath, "Fighting in, in the United States?"

"Yes!" Luo Yaoguo nodded. "It is my decision to fight in the United States!" He paused. "I came to the United States this time to arrange the battlefield and choose a battlefield that is most advantageous to us for the world war that will surely break out in ten or fifteen years!"

Whoever’s home is the battlefield of the world war will never be the winner!

The reason why the United States became the biggest winner in the two world wars in history is because the battlefield was not in its country, and the United States is also a powerful industrial country!
"We have to find a way to increase the population," Luo Yaoguo ordered. "Within ten years, the population of the twelve western states and the Tianwang City Autonomous Region must be increased to more than 600 million. Double it! In addition, we must maintain the ability to mobilize 60 militias at any time!"

60 militiamen?
Hong Daquan and Xu Yuegui both showed shocked expressions.

The 600 million population is not a big deal, it's nothing more than some policies to encourage childbirth and attract immigrants. But the 60 militias are a bit exaggerated. They are really going to set up a battlefield in the western United States!
The train whistled suddenly. Standing in the sentry box at the entrance of the tunnel was a California railroad militiaman wearing a gray peaked cap. He saluted Luo Yaoguo's special train in a strange way - right hand patting left chest, which was a modified gun salute of the Taiping Army.

At the Denver train station in March 1868, the temperature in the "highland city" was very low, and there was light snow. As soon as Luo Yaoguo stepped out of the special train carriage, he felt the coolness and solemnity that was completely different from the other side of the Rocky Mountains. He looked up and saw the snow-capped peaks of the Rocky Mountains in the distance were dyed scarlet by the setting sun, like an insurmountable natural chasm across the North American land.

"Welcome to His Royal Highness King Wu!"

Hoarse shouts pierced the cold wind. At the end of the platform, Nicholas Zhao Si, wrapped in a gold-rimmed Confederate officer's coat, was leading a group of "black, red and yellow" officers to salute him. Behind them, three thousand soldiers of the "First Black Division" raised their M1841 rifles in unison, and the muffled sound of the butts hitting the ground shook the platform. Next to these black Confederate soldiers, the First California Militia Division led by Brigadier General Hong Tiangui wore the blue uniforms of the Northern Army and carried Tianli 17-year breech-loading rifles imported from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom - the American Civil War is not over yet! But in Denver, there was a "strange scene" of the Northern and Southern armies living in peace in the same city.

"How is Prince Consort Nanyi?" Luo Yaoguo patted Xianfeng on the shoulder and looked at his pockmarked face with a smile.

Xianfeng said respectfully: "Thanks to your highness, I have fulfilled my mission and finally firmly grasped Colorado! In addition, Amur Buddha has taken Idaho, Black Bear Khan controls Montana, Red Cloud Khan controls Oklahoma, Black Zenk controls Wyoming, Black Tom holds New Mexico, and Black Sea firmly controls Arizona. Add to that Brigham Young's Utah. Now the twelve western states are under the control of my True Covenant faction." "Good!" Luo Yaoguo praised twice again, and then cast his eyes on Hong Tiangui who was walking towards him quickly. Hong Xiuquan's eldest son is 20 years old this year. He looks fair and clean, just like his father who dances the shaman - he graduated from Stanford University in California last year - of course, he entered with a letter of recommendation from California Governor Smith! He found a good job right after graduation, the commander of the First Division of the California Militia! He was also awarded the temporary rank of brigadier general and led his troops to Denver. He is really successful at a young age!
In the banquet hall of the Denver Governor's Mansion, the crystal chandelier cast a cold light on the silver cutlery. Luo Yaoguo slowly cut the medium-rare steak, then put it into his mouth, chewing slowly while his eyes swept over everyone present - Zhao Si's pockmarked face had a respectful and cautious smile, Hong Daquan lowered his head and ate and drank by himself, Xu Yuegui sipped red wine elegantly, and the young Hong Tiangui's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Prince Consort Nanyi," Luo Yaoguo put down his knife and fork and wiped the corners of his mouth with a silk scarf, "Among the twelve states in the western United States, there are still seven 'illegal residents'?"

Xianfeng nodded and said in a low voice: "Yes, Your Highness. California, Washington, Oregon, Nevada and Utah, the Northern Federation has recognized our state constitutions - according to the American power rules, it is considered to be at the table for dinner. But Colorado, Idaho, Montana, Oklahoma, Wyoming, New Mexico and Arizona... the Northern government has refused to recognize them so far, and only regards them as rebellious territories of the South."

Hong Tiangui slammed the table, and the red wine in the glass swayed: "So what? If the Yankees dare to come, we will let them taste the power of the Taiping Army!"

Luo Yaoguo smiled slightly and turned his gaze to Xianfeng: "Prince Consort, do you think the North will attack us?"

Xianfeng was silent for a moment, and a trace of worry flashed in his triangular eyes: "If the South collapses... the North is likely to move westward. Lincoln is not a fool, he will not tolerate the existence of an 'American Paradise' in the West. Besides, Britain and Germany in Europe have already clearly supported the North."

"So," Luo Yaoguo tapped the table lightly, "we have to try our best to keep the South going for a while longer."

Hong Daquan raised his head, frowning: "Your Highness means... continue to support the South? This is not easy! The South is exhausted. It has lost the capital Washington and the fortress Vicksburg on the Mississippi River."

"That's why I came to the United States," Luo Yaoguo narrowed his eyes, "and brought 8000 Taiping troops with me."

Hong Tiangui's breathing became noticeably faster. He stood up and paced back and forth beside the dining table. "King Wu, are you saying... that we want to divide America forever?"

This young king is quite honest! Luo Yaoguo frowned slightly, but soon he smiled: "Young king, of course we want to make America split forever, but not now, but after the outbreak of the world war!"

Hong Tiangui's eyes lit up: "World War is"

"It's a war that will involve all the powers in the world and will determine world domination!" Luo Yaoguo said word by word, "This war will be fought on American soil!"

Hong Tiangui waved his fist: "Then we can't take this opportunity to establish the 'American Heaven'! Let the flags of the True Covenant spread all over North America!"

He really dares to think so!

I want to unify America!
Xianfeng's face changed slightly, but soon he regained his composure. He picked up the wine glass and concealed his expression: "Your Highness, this plan...I'm afraid it won't be easy to implement."

Luo Yaoguo smiled and said, "So we need time. Ten years, or fifteen years... It's enough for us to take root in the West. Before that, we still have to find a way to maintain our relationship with the white people in the eastern United States."

Xu Yuegui put down the wine glass and asked softly: "Your Highness, how do you think we should maintain this? Lincoln has been shouting for war and killing!"

Luo Yaoguo's eyes turned cold. "Lincoln won't last long. He didn't fight the civil war well. He didn't win after eight years. Now he has introduced two wolves, Britain and Germany. Do you think Britain and Germany will help the United States unify? Haha, I'm afraid they would like us to occupy the western United States, right?"

(End of this chapter)