The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 404 Telegram from Chicago
This time Chen Zhengwei didn't say much at the press conference.

By now, he didn't have to say much.

He just made two things clear.

First, the army suffered another crushing defeat, and this time even Sherman was captured.

Second, the sword is aimed at Washington.

He was going to have a chat with President Rutherford B. Hayes.

In a few days, his reinforcements and bullets would arrive.

As for the U.S. Army...there is nothing left to be done. Now there are only two infantry regiments in Washington, which are more like a guard of honor than an army.

In addition, there are two infantry regiments and half a cavalry regiment that blocked San Francisco’s external access.

Unless they dare to throw away the western states and leave the cities and immigrants in the western states to the Indians...If they dare to do that, the Americans will have to hang the president themselves, not just themselves.

Therefore, the United States now has at most two and a half corps plus two honor guards. However, even Sherman was defeated here. Who else can they send?

These things are not only understood by Chen Zhengwei himself, but also by many people.

So...when the news gets out, the entire United States will probably be shaken tomorrow, and half of the country will be in chaos.

Those southern states might really cause some trouble.

Chen Zhengwei was naturally happy to hear this.

However, these two incidents caused an uproar among the reporters at the scene. Obviously, these two incidents were major events that shocked the United States.

The first one was okay. Although everyone was shocked, they had begun to accept it.

Chicago will be under the shadow of this madman Chen Zhengwei for a long time, and some wealthy people in Chicago will be uneasy.

The second thing is that everyone thinks Chen Zhengwei is a madman. He actually wants to attack Washington?
Especially since Chen Zhengwei was just a gang leader, even though people no longer view him in that capacity... Outside Chicago, some official documents refer to Chen Zhengwei as the leader of the Chinese-American rebels.

But if you look squarely at Chen Zhengwei's identity and think about his statement that he wanted to attack Washington, you'd get an extremely weird feeling.

"You can go back and write the press release... remember to send it out!" Chen Zhengwei waved to the reporters, signaling that they could leave.

"Are your reinforcements and ammunition arriving?" Sherman looked at Chen Zhengwei.

"Yes, about three or four days." Chen Zhengwei didn't need to hide it at this time.

"Only 700 people in today's battle? No other reinforcements?" Sherman was still unwilling to accept it.

He had just reviewed the situation in his mind several times. No matter how he calculated, he couldn't possibly lose.

But I just lost.

Lost to a group of thugs.

"How many people do you think it will take to fight you?" Chen Zhengwei looked at Sherman with interest. "American General..."

"Take him away and let him eat dog food with Nelson. I think they will have a lot in common." Chen Zhengwei signaled to his men to take him away.

Sherman did not struggle and was clearly still in a daze when he walked away.

At the same time, a fire broke out on La Salle Street in the distance.

At this time, in the basement of a nearby house, Nelson was waiting anxiously, wanting to know what the battle situation outside was like.

The gunfire had stopped for a long time.

With the sound of iron chains, the door of the basement was opened and the light of kerosene lamp shone in.

Nelson immediately looked up nervously, and then saw a man being pushed in from above and staggering down the stairs.

Nelson helped the other person up, then saw the other person's face clearly and was immediately shocked.

……

After Sherman left, Chen Zhengwei got up and returned to his room. He then took out a large amount of penicillin V potassium tablets, unpacked them, put them in a bag, carried them downstairs and threw them to his henchmen: "Tell the hospital to use them all... take good care of the medicine!"

It was not until late at night that the specific details of the casualties were revealed.

"Brother Wei, more than 160 people died and more than 200 were injured, including hundreds of seriously injured... They have been sent to the hospital!" A Long walked up to Chen Zhengwei and said.

Although the battle was won, the casualties were extremely high, exceeding half of the troops.

"The death pension is $1000. If there are children in the family, I will pay for their schooling until they are sixteen."

"Those who are still alive...will be promoted to a higher level within the company! Each person will receive a bonus of $300!"

"For those with disabilities, the company will arrange other things for them to do in the future!" Chen Zhengwei said.

Aaron took people to make arrangements, and Dapolan came back a moment later.

A large number of boxes were also brought in by the thugs.

"Send it upstairs!" Chen Zhengwei ordered, and then asked Dapolan: "How was the harvest?"

"We only target banks outside of town...the total amount of cash and gold bars exceeds five million US dollars! There are also many other valuables!" Greater Poland looked excited.

After all, those banks didn't expect the Army to lose. If the Army won, Chen Zhengwei would not even be able to save his life, let alone rob a bank.

And it is impossible for the army to rob a bank.

So they just moved some important items away, such as large bonds and stocks that were easy to carry, just in case.

Large amounts of cash and valuables were left in the bank.

And the things that customers have in their safes.

Now it has been picked up by Greater Poland.

According to a rough estimate, the haul this time is at least over 8 million US dollars, but some of the items are difficult to sell.

"Sounds good!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

I finally have some money this time.

God really favors him the most.

This money was enough to purchase some more properties in Chicago and then expand the scale of his munitions factories and shipyards in San Francisco.

We can also rent some ships first and arrange people to speed up the transportation of people from the Qing Dynasty to this side.

Those boats carrying piglets cost $80 per person, and it was even more expensive for women.

It would be much cheaper to arrange shipping by himself, and more people would arrive in the United States alive. In just a few years, he could turn white people into a minority in California.

Then let the Chinese gradually spread to several surrounding states.

After all, even if they attack Washington this time, they will only force the US government to accept it with gritted teeth. They are definitely planning to settle accounts with themselves.

And there will be many assassination attempts against me in the future.

So he couldn't stop for a moment.

After the henchmen delivered the things upstairs, Chen Zhengwei walked into the elevator in a good mood. As soon as he entered the elevator, Anna clung to Chen Zhengwei.

"I just experienced continuous bombardment, and you want me to go through continuous bombardment again?" Chen Zhengwei cursed with a smile.

"Your battle is not over yet...my warrior..." Anna's eyes were filled with ripples like lake water.

……

While Chen Zhengwei was still fighting, the result of the battle and Chen Zhengwei's words had been sent to major cities in the United States via telegram.

Since Sherman led his troops to Chicago today to launch an attack, every newspaper office arranged staff to wait for news.

From typesetters to ordinary editors to chief editors, and even most people in a newspaper are all there, waiting for major news that may come at any time.

The editor-in-chief of the Boston Globe sat in his office with a large number of newspapers in front of him, including those from New York, Chicago, and San Francisco, all of which were related to Chen Zhengwei.

This Chinese man caused a huge stir in the United States. Even though he failed and was killed by Sherman, the impact he caused would not be easy to fade away.

This person is worth studying, and there are many hot topics about him.

So he planned to do a series of reports on the Chinese man, starting with him in San Francisco.

In addition, he had another idea in his mind, which was the relationship between this Chinese man and gangs across the United States, which was also very explosive news.

Last time, people from the Ministry of Justice came to stop him from continuing to report on the Chinese man, and then they were knocked unconscious and kidnapped. It was said that they were found in an alley the next day, and one of them had lost his memory.

This matter has to do with the Boston gangs.

With the Ministry of Justice showing its attitude, reports about the Chinese man in other cities were not affected at all. He speculated that it might be related to the gangs in those cities.

"Editor-in-chief, your coffee. Maybe you can go home and have a nap first, the results may not come out so soon!" The editor-in-chief's secretary pushed the door open and put the coffee cup on the table.

"I'll wait a moment!" said the editor-in-chief while reading the newspaper.

At this moment, in an office next door, the telegraph receiver suddenly made a sound, and then began to work, punching out dots and dashes on the paper.

"There's a telegram!" With a cry of surprise, half of the people in the newspaper office rushed over.

"Where did the telegram come from? Is it from Chicago?" everyone was asking.

"It's Chicago!" the telegraph operator looked up and shouted after confirming.

There was a sudden commotion outside the office.

"What happened?"

"Quiet, everyone quiet!"

"Editor-in-chief!" When the others saw the editor-in-chief coming, they immediately made way for him.

The telegraph operator ignored everyone else and continued typing the corresponding letters for the marks printed by the telegraph recorder.

"Army...Commander-in-Chief...Sherman...captured...Army...surrenders..."

The moment these words were typed out, the editor-in-chief of the Chicago Globe's head buzzed.

The whole person was confused.

"Sherman captured...the Army surrendered..." an editor exclaimed.

Then the whole office fell silent.

Silence fell.

There was a look of disbelief on everyone's face.

A moment later, an editor from the newspaper walked out of the office, came to the carriage, knocked on the door, then opened the door and handed in a piece of paper.

"Any results?" asked a man in the carriage.

"Yes... Sherman is captured... the army surrenders..." The editor still had an expression of disbelief on his face when he said this.

It's just ridiculous.

"What?" The man in the carriage stood up suddenly, then hit the top of the carriage, cried out in pain, covered his head and sat down, and asked quickly: "What did you say?"

"Sherman was captured, the army surrendered... and that Chinese... Mr. Chen said he would fight to Washington... It's all on this piece of paper..."

After a moment, the carriage left and disappeared into the night.

And the editor was still standing on the side of the road in a daze.

Twenty minutes later, in a two-story building in Boston.

After the man knocked on the door, he walked in and saw his boss, Alan Gustin, walking around in the living room.

Several important figures of the Gustin Gang were also smoking.

There were cigarette butts all over the floor and the whole living room was filled with smoke, as if there was a fire.

After all, they helped Chen Zhengwei withstand the Ministry of Justice, so it would be impossible for them not to be nervous.

This battle affects not only Chen Zhengwei and the Chinese, but also the gangs who placed their bets because they were afraid of Chen Zhengwei.

"Why are you back? Is there a result?"

Seeing the man come in, everyone looked over.

"There are results!"

"Sherman was captured and the army surrendered!" the man said quickly.

Everyone in the room looked at him quietly. The second-in-command with the worst temper didn't even notice that the cigarette butt had burned his finger.

"China's Chen won! Army Commander-in-Chief Sherman was captured and the army surrendered! The news I just got from the newspaper must be accurate!" the man repeated again.

boom!
"You actually won?"

"Is the news reliable?"

"Fuck, it's burning me!"

Alan Gustin was stunned for a while before he let out a long breath, and then suddenly thought, is this house on fucking fire?

It's simply unbearable to stay here.

He pushed open the window and the night wind outside blowing on his face made him more awake.

He didn't know what he felt at the moment, a little bit of disbelief, and also ecstasy for having made a successful bet.

And a deeper fear and respect for that Chinese man!

The gangsters have gone to this extent... Alan Gustin has never even dreamed of such a scene.

　I finally finished writing it... I was in a really bad state today, and my head was like a piece of wood, but fortunately I finally finished this chapter.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)