The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 403: Target Washington, this is a personal vendetta

"They have already surrendered! Everyone has their own masters on the battlefield. There is no need for you to do this!" Sherman was filled with anger.

"I told them, I was just joking with them... I didn't expect they couldn't take a joke so badly... They died just like that!" Chen Zhengwei laughed, and there was no guilt or other emotion on his face.

He didn't care about the lives of these staff officers at all.

"Madman!" Sherman snorted coldly and straightened his collar: "You can kill me too."

To him, death is not scary.

Failure is more terrible.

Of course, there are even more terrifying things, which are the threats that Chen Zhengwei had made to him before.

"The joke is over!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

After leaving the train station, Chen Zhengwei stood on the steps smoking. Sherman looked around and it seemed that there were only a dozen people.

However, considering that there is a company of soldiers defending below, their casualties will not be too light.

There were at least a hundred people who attacked the headquarters.

"Since you don't plan to kill me, can you answer two questions for me?" Sherman couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

This is so important to him.

"How many people are fighting us?"

"Where did you get the men to attack my headquarters?"

"700 people...don't you know that?" Chen Zhengwei glanced at him with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

"Only 700?" Sherman frowned even tighter. He didn't quite believe it. He thought 700 people definitely couldn't hold the position.

Especially after the ambush in the rear was removed, for a whole half day, there were only three or four hundred people on the entire defense line exchanging fire with the infantry regiment!
This is impossible!

The casualties of the infantry regiment also illustrate this point.

But what reason does the other party have to lie to me now?

While Sherman was lost in thought, a group of blood-stained thugs rushed over from the alley ahead. Seeing Chen Zhengwei, they shouted excitedly:

"Weige!"

"Those armies have ceased fire! They surrender!"

"When the army heard that their commander had been captured, they immediately lost interest in fighting and surrendered!"

If another commander was captured, these soldiers might not surrender so easily.

But Sherman's reputation and influence in the U.S. Army were too high.

Therefore, after learning that he was captured, the morale of the army collapsed immediately and there was no will to fight at all.

"Looks like I can go back for a midnight snack!" Chen Zhengwei threw the cigarette butt to the ground with a smile on his face.

"Call all those reporters here and tell them that the war is over! I want Sherman captured and the news of the Army being captured to spread throughout the United States by tomorrow morning!"

When Sherman heard this, his face changed several times, and then he closed his eyes.

The group walked all the way back to downtown Chicago, only to see army soldiers standing on both sides of the road who had thrown away their weapons. After seeing Sherman, these people no longer had any hope, and everyone had a look of pain and numbness on their faces.

Chen Zhengwei looked at the painful expressions of these soldiers with great interest, turned his head and said to Sherman: "I like to see the expressions of losers."

“I am the successful one!”

He enjoyed talking to Sherman, especially showing off to Sherman, which made him feel particularly accomplished.

"You won't win all the time! No one can win forever!" Sherman's face regained its indifference.

"You can't, so you are losers!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"But I'm different from you! I'll always win!"

Sherman didn't argue with him. He was a loser now, and no matter what he said, he seemed weak and powerless, like a powerless loser.

When seeing the army soldiers laying down their weapons, Chen Zhengwei also saw his own men, all of whom were in a miserable state, and at least half of them were injured.

Normally, these people should have been taken away to recuperate, but the fighting was too intense and there were too few people.

Those who were not seriously injured stayed on the front line to continue fighting, while those who were seriously injured were just put aside.

"You won!" Chen Zhengwei patted a henchman on the shoulder.

"Yeah, we won, Boss!" The thug forced a smile, his eyes a little red, and he felt waves of fatigue coming over him.

This day's battle was like hell for them.

Fortunately, they held on.

"But your business is not over yet!"

"Collect all their weapons, send everyone to the shore of Lake Michigan, and let them build a prisoner-of-war camp for themselves!"

"Send the seriously injured to the hospital! Get all the doctors in Chicago over there!"

Sherman was also carefully examining Chen Zhengwei's men, who were wearing hunting suits. Most of them were older and had traces of hard work on their bodies.

Rather than being soldiers, they looked more like miners or farmers in the countryside.

However, it was these people who blocked several of his armies and defeated him?
And it can be clearly seen that the number of these people is indeed very small...

Chen Zhengwei gave orders as he walked, and after a while he passed through the smoke-filled defense line and returned to the hotel. When he looked up, he saw that many windows on the third and fourth floors of the hotel had been broken by stray bullets.

The third line of defense was too close to the hotel, which was at a high altitude.

"Fuck, do you know how much my hotel costs? It's new!" Chen Zhengwei cursed.

Anna had been waiting in the hotel lobby. Just now, the two sides were fighting fiercely on a street outside. Stray bullets occasionally penetrated the hotel's glass, which made her heart always rise.

Until the two sides ceased fighting, she stood at the door of the hotel and looked outside.

It was not until she saw Chen Zhengwei's purple suit that she rushed over with joy and pounced on Chen Zhengwei, greedily demanding Chen Zhengwei's lips. A minute later, she suddenly raised her head to breathe, like a fish about to drown.

Then he hugged Chen Zhengwei's arm tightly and looked at Sherman on the side.

Is this the enemy's commander?

Is it Sherman, the famous general who ended the Civil War?

"You won!" Anna's heart was filled with joy, and besides joy there was also pride.

She thinks Chen Zhengwei is amazing.

"I never thought that I would lose!" Chen Zhengwei put his hand on her waist and remembered that she had proposed to him just now... Damn, this is the first time in two lifetimes.

Forget it, keep it.

Anyway, money has never been a problem for him.

I almost forgot something important.

"Go find... Greater Poland and ask him to come over." Chen Zhengwei said.

Chen Zhengwei returned to the hotel and collapsed on the sofa. He asked someone to bring him a bottle of root beer, and he drank it in gulps.

A moment later, Great Poland came over with a face full of dust. The fat man was also wearing hunting clothes and holding a revolver in his hand.

However, Chen Zhengwei always felt that the dust on his face was put on by himself.

This fat guy...even if he goes to the battlefield, he can't go to the front line.

"Boss!" Great Poland first greeted Chen Zhengwei with a happy face, and then looked seriously at Sherman next to him, an American general!
In fact, most people have this idea now.

"Just now a wave of defeated troops ran to La Salle Street... You take the men over there!" said Chen Zhengwei.

Great Poland was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that LaSalle Street was where the highest concentration of banks were in Chicago.

"Boss, what do you mean..."

"Those foreign banks, such as the Bank of New York... the Bank of Boston... set them on fire after you're done!" Chen Zhengwei said to Great Poland, holding a cigar in his hand.

"Remember, have them change into army uniforms, and then throw some bodies onto the street! Then have the reporters take pictures as evidence!"

Chen Zhengwei did not shy away from Sherman who was not far away. Mr. Chen always acted uprightly!

This war cost so much money and so many people died, and more money will be spent in the future.

We can't let him pay for it, can we?
That doesn’t make sense!
When had he ever done such a losing business?

There are also many local banks in Chicago, some of which are not small in size, but these banks are closely related to local wealthy businessmen.

Chen Zhengwei regards Chicago as his own territory, so he has to maintain some face.

After all, this matter cannot be hidden from anyone.

But it doesn’t matter for banks in other places...if anyone has any opinions, you can tell him.

Everyone had no objections after talking things out.

"I'll take people there right away!" Dapolon nodded.

……

Charles Dana Gibson was looking out the window at this time. The gunfire in the distance had stopped.

"Is the battle over?" Gibson's wife asked worriedly behind him.

"Perhaps..." said Charles Dana Gibson.

He is a reporter and illustrator for the Chicago Tribune. He knows more news and understands current affairs better than the average person.

Sherman came to Chicago with five corps. He was beyond his expectation that the Chinese men with hundreds of men could hold out for a day.

But it’s about time.

Charles Dana Gibson turned around to pick up his coat and prepared to go outside to see what was going on, perhaps to get some valuable news.

While he was changing his clothes, someone outside banged on the door, making a loud bang.

Gibson's wife was so frightened that she trembled all over and subconsciously picked up the kitchen knife.

"Charles, Charles!" A familiar voice coming from outside made Charles Gibson and his family feel relieved.

"Why are you in such a hurry? What happened?" Charles opened the door and saw a fat man outside. He was the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, and there was still a shocked expression on his face.

"Hurry, go to the hotel! The Chinese won!" The editor-in-chief of the Chicago Tribune pulled Charles out in a hurry.

"What?" Charles thought he had heard it wrong!
"The Chinese won, Sherman was captured! The whole army surrendered!"

"This is impossible..." Charles still found it unbelievable.

"Really? It's absolutely true! The Chinese are going to hold a press conference. Let's go to the hotel!" The editor-in-chief pulled Charles into the carriage and drove away.

The two men arrived at the center of Chicago and saw smoke and bullet holes everywhere, and teams of army soldiers tied up with ropes.

"Did the Army really lose..." Charles Gibson still couldn't believe it.

This is absolutely ridiculous.

When Charles arrived at the hotel entrance, he saw reporters who had also rushed there. Like him, they all had expressions of disbelief on their faces and obviously thought the matter was ridiculous.

Even though Chen Zhengwei had captured Nelson and annihilated four infantry regiments before, no one thought he could defeat Sherman.

Yet that's what happened.

Everyone looked at each other, and then looked at Chen Zhengwei's men around the hotel. Most of them were dirty, some even stained with blood, but apart from fatigue, there was joy on everyone's face.

Apparently, this thing is true.

At this moment, a burst of gunfire was heard in the distance, but it soon stopped and then sounded again after a moment.

Charles Gibson turned his head and looked in the direction of La Salle Street.

After a while, most of the reporters had arrived and were brought into the hotel. At first glance, I saw Sherman sitting in the corner. He was wearing a general's uniform, and his hair and clothes were meticulously done.

Apparently he wasn't treated harshly.

Opposite him, Chen Zhengwei was holding a cigar in one hand and a soda in the other. Next to him was a young woman who kept staring at Chen Zhengwei. Many people had seen her and even knew her name was Anna.

The waiters from the hotel next door were serving dinner to the two of them, and it looked like an ordinary dinner.

If we ignore the identities of both parties... and the meaning behind them...

However, every reporter knows that the whole of America will be turned upside down tomorrow.

"I suggest you eat more!" After the dishes were served, Chen Zhengwei opened his arms slightly and allowed Anna to tie a napkin for him, while saying to Sherman.

"After this meal, you'll only have dog food to eat!"

"There's no point in insulting me!" Sherman said expressionlessly. He didn't care whether he would eat dog food next.

He was still reviewing the situation in his mind, reviewing how he had lost.

"This makes me happy! After all, so many people have died, you have to make me happy! Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't help it!" Chen Zhengwei grinned.

"You can kill me!" Sherman said to Chen Zhengwei.

He was not afraid of death and even expected Chen Zhengwei to kill him.

That might be the best outcome for him.

"You want to die so much? How about I strip you naked and hang you in downtown Chicago? Then I'll find dozens of gays to entertain you, with plenty of food and plenty of it! Until you die!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Then Sherman broke through.

This Chinese person is a scumbag! He has no sense of honor at all.

Worse than the lowest scum of society.

After getting permission from the henchman, several reporters not far away set up their cameras and pulled the shutter.

Click!

Take a photo of the two of you sitting at a table.

Among them, Chen Zhengwei had a smile on his face, and there was a bit of malice in his smile.

Sherman's expression was full of complexity.

Chen Zhengwei finished his dinner by himself, and Sherman didn't eat a single bite.

After asking people to take the things away, Chen Zhengwei signaled that the reporters could come over.

Chen Zhengwei lit another cigar, crossed his legs and said to the reporter, "As you can see, I won again. Army Commander-in-Chief Sherman is here. The Buffalo Corps was completely wiped out, and the remaining three infantry regiments were also captured!"

"I have said many times that justice will prevail!"

"So, is our president ready?"

After Chen Zhengwei said this, everyone suddenly burst into an uproar, and everyone showed shocked expressions: "Mr. Chen... What do you mean?"

"Our president is not only a dictator, but also a racist! It is shameful that such a person is the president of this immigrant country!"

"During his previous press conference, he said that Chinese people would be banned from entering the United States in the future. This is blatant racial discrimination!"

"Now, he can wait for me in Washington!"

"I am an American and grew up in the United States. I have created wealth for the United States, increased employment, and paid taxes!" Chen Zhengwei paused slightly when he said this.

Did he pay taxes? Did anyone collect taxes from him?
But this is not important.

"What I did was never a rebellion, and I never thought of dividing the country!"

"I just want justice!"

"So, this is a personal vendetta!"

Chen Zhengwei grinned at the camera, revealing a row of white teeth.

　I'm not in a good mood today and I can't concentrate.

　　The next chapter will be updated late at night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)