The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 396: Lottery, Mazu still favors me

The Aurora train station was crowded with people, and a large number of black soldiers got off the train carrying their backpacks.

However, the first thing they did after getting off was to go to the iron carriage next to them and watch their beloved mounts being led down from it.

Many people held their beloved bikes’ heads and kept reassuring them, “Okay, we’re here!”

A few white infantrymen not far away watched this scene with contempt: "Africa is where they should go! I'm afraid they will surrender immediately after they get to the battlefield!"

A captain walked behind the men and heard this. He coughed and asked, "Have you finished your work?"

"Right away!" Several white soldiers stood up straight.

The captain glanced in the direction of the black soldier and turned away.

Although he also doesn't like black people, he can control his emotions.

At the same time, Sherman was looking at a map in the combat command room. There were arrows on the map, and several combat staff officers were discussing it nearby.

Unlike Nelson's battle map, Nelson acts cautiously and prefers to take steady steps.

On Sherman's map, several arrows can be seen indicating the intention of light troop penetration and detour from the rear.

In particular, these arrows are continuous, and after reaching each expected stage, they will enter the next stage, constantly attacking, attacking, and attacking.

"Looking at the history of various countries, there are many people who have a keen intuition about war and can show amazing abilities when they first go to the battlefield. We call such people geniuses." Sherman said, staring at the map.

"Commander, are you talking about the Chinese man with a braid? You overestimate him!" said the staff officer next to him, obviously a little dissatisfied with Sherman's praise of his opponent.

"Nelson thought so too. Now he is eating slop in the enemy's prisoner camp." Sherman glanced at his staff officer.

The staff officer shrugged and whispered, "Maybe it's luck."

Sherman ignored such words. If the other party was not a member of his friend's family, he would not appear here at all.

Some soldiers from several infantry regiments that had been annihilated by Chen Zhengwei had escaped back, and Sherman already knew the details.

Although he only got some fragmentary information from some soldiers, he had already pieced together the whole picture in his mind. The other party was a very perceptive person and had set a trap for Nelson long ago.

Even if there had not been that heavy rain, Nelson would have lost if he had not divided his troops to attack.

But the loss might not be so ugly.

"We cannot treat them as civilians. We must consume their ammunition through continuous attacks, inflict casualties on them, and crush them psychologically!"

"The infantry regiment will set out this afternoon, arrive in Chicago the day after tomorrow morning, and then go straight into battle!"

"Before attacking, cut off all outward communications from Chicago!"

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"Boss, two more cavalry regiments have arrived in Aurora!" Green hurried to Chen Zhengwei with the telegram in his hand and said.

Although he knew that it was Sherman who was coming, Green did not look nervous at this time and looked very calm.

This is the confidence that Chen Zhengwei's previous achievements gave them.

"Cavalry...Sherman is really waiting for this. He really hasn't changed!"

"That is to say... three infantry regiments and two cavalry regiments! He wants to use the infantry regiments to fight head-on, intersperse and encircle, and then use the mobility of the cavalry to launch a roundabout attack."

Chen Zhengwei took the telegram from Green, took a look at it, then put it aside and sneered:
"His stuff is old-fashioned and outdated! Gentlemen, times have changed! Nowadays, cavalrymen are sitting ducks, especially in cities!"

"He is definitely not as good as you! But he is also a famous American general, so don't be careless!" Green couldn't help but say when he saw Chen Zhengwei despising Sherman.

"You don't understand!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hands.

"With the emergence of submachine guns, the way of war in cities has changed! Why have I been waiting for him in Chicago? Because in the city, we have the greatest advantage."

"And he is still the same as before... Although he knows some of the situation from Nelson's battle report, what he hears from others is completely different from what he personally feels."

"The only problem now is... when will our bullets arrive!" Chen Zhengwei calculated in his mind that it would take at least five days for his bullets to arrive.

The 20,000 rounds I have now need to be used sparingly.

There were things he didn't say to Green.

If he guessed correctly, Sherman would use the infantry to attack first, find the weak points, and then let the cavalry penetrate directly like a sharp knife. If he could block it, he would use the cavalry to consume his ammunition.

To a man like Sherman, soldiers were just numbers. As long as the predetermined strategic goal was achieved, he didn't care how many died.

Sherman's real main force of attack this time was actually the three infantry regiments.

However, if you cannot block it or reveal a flaw, the cavalry will become a real knife and pierce the vital points.

Therefore, the 20,000 smokeless gunpowder bullets in hand must be thrown at the cavalry to directly cripple the two cavalry regiments. Chen Zhengwei closed his eyes, and the entire map of Chicago appeared in front of him. In his eyes, every street became the front line of the battle between the two sides, and then several sharp knives were inserted directly in!

After Chen Zhengwei opened his eyes, he said to Green:
"Go inform Aaron and tell everyone to get some rest today and tomorrow! They will arrive between midnight tomorrow and the morning after tomorrow!"

Chen Zhengwei got up and returned to the room. He opened the safe and saw that most of the stacks of US dollars inside were gone.

"You spend money so damn fast! Is this all you got out of one million?" Chen Zhengwei took a quick glance and roughly estimated that there were still nineteen to two hundred thousand dollars here.

You have to know that he brought 100 million when he came, and he just gave himself 10 US dollars two days ago. Adding the income from slot machines these days, it is at least 120 million.

It cost $30 to buy the hotel, and less than $10 to build some properties near the hotel. In the past few days, he spent $35 on purchasing properties. In addition, he bribed the mayor, FBI agents, newspapers, supported the Labor Party, and gave money to his henchmen. These were all huge amounts of money that were spent like water.

In addition, Chen Zhengwei himself spends money lavishly. He has spent tens of thousands of dollars on buying various jewelry and clothes for Anna in the past few days.

Chen Zhengwei spent almost all the money that an ordinary person could not earn in ten lifetimes in just two months.

What does it mean to spend money like water?

This is.

"It's gone, so be it. Money is something you can earn again after spending it. At worst, we can just rob a bank!" Chen Zhengwei really started to wonder if he could lure the army to the bank to fight a battle...

Then they robbed the bank.

After all, the situation on the battlefield was so chaotic, maybe it was the army that did it!
Chen Zhengwei's thoughts raced through his mind, and then he actually came up with an idea.

He directly took out one hundred and fifty thousand dollars from it, and then the one hundred and fifty thousand disappeared, as if it had never existed.

After closing the safe, Chen Zhengwei walked to the front of the cabinet, lit three cigarettes and bowed to the statue of Mazu on it.

This Mazu statue was drawn from the system last time. Chen Zhengwei always felt that Mazu wanted him to take her with him wherever he went.

"Pick more for my son to play!" Chen Zhengwei sat on the sofa, opened the panel, and muttered to himself.

Then click on Ten Connects directly.

As the roulette wheel began to show edges and lights of various colors, Chen Zhengwei took a quick glance and then smiled.

Bullets are something that we usually get in plenty, so there's no reason why we can't get any at this time.

Mazu still favors me.

After finishing three consecutive draws of ten, Chen Zhengwei began to count the harvest.

1.2 attribute points, 2 master skill points, 4 mastery skill points, and 6 ordinary skill points.

Three submachine guns, five semi-automatic pistols, two mortars... These were things that had only just been produced by the factory, and he also drew them through the system.

Sure enough, as long as he can make it, he can get it.

Five boxes of .44 pistol bullets. This type of bullet is universal and can be used in submachine guns, semi-automatic pistols, and revolvers.

There are 2000 rounds of bullets in a box, and five boxes mean rounds.

Including the bullets originally stored in the system space, there are at least 15,000 rounds.

12 mortar shells are better than nothing.

In addition, there are two important drawings.

A torpedo drawing, and a four-cylinder steam engine.

In addition, there were several suits and shirts of various colors, boots, a pair of sunglasses, six boxes of Liuwei Dihuang Pills, half a box of Penicillin V Potassium Tablets, some miscellaneous items, and even a dozen throwing knives.

Except for Liuwei Dihuang Pills, almost all the other items here are just to make up the numbers and pollute the lottery pool.

Chen Zhengwei opened the panel and first put 0.6 attribute points on strength and the remaining 0.6 on physique.

The attribute becomes
Power: 2.3
Agility: 2.3
Constitution: 2.8
Chen Zhengwei felt a warm current surging through his body, and he felt that he should have reached a higher level.

According to his experience, a 0.2 physique can at least grow 1 cm taller.

Then he opened the skill panel, and after thinking for a while, Chen Zhengwei threw a master attribute point into the Hand of War. However, this time was different from before. There was no large amount of tactical knowledge flooding into his mind. Instead, he felt clearer.

Then another master-level skill point was thrown into shooting.

After all, it might be useful next time.

　I went out to eat in the evening and came back late, so this chapter is a little short of words, please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)