The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 646 These guys finally rebelled
Hancock, Louisiana.

More than thirty ox carts were slowly leaving the city, loaded with cornmeal, the staple food of black people, which cost only 6 cents per pound.

There are also plenty of black beans, cylinder beans and pumpkin.

However, these ox carts were stopped before leaving the city.

"Check your identities!" A team of police officers roughly pulled all the black people off the carriage and pressed them to the ground.

"According to the information we received, there are dangerous items here! You must be inspected!"

"There are no dangerous items. There is only some cornmeal in the car... bought at the market." A black man who was pinned to the ground struggled to get up, but the people behind him pressed him to the ground.

"So, tell me, where did you get the money to buy all this cornmeal? Did you steal it? You thieves! I heard that two shops on the commercial street were robbed. I think you were the ones who did it."

"No, we didn't steal anything!" The blacks struggled frantically to get up.

A policeman took out a wallet from his pocket and stuffed it into the black man's pocket, then took it out again.

"Found it, it's this wallet! There's a mark on it! These are the people who stole it!"

"Take them all away!"

In fact, there were a large number of onlookers around, and they all saw the police put the wallet into the black man's pocket, but no one stood up for the black man, and some even cheered.

"Send all these niggers to the gallows!"

Soon, all these black people were sent to prison without even a trial.

At the camp north of Lake Pontchartrain, Nathaniel and several former congressmen were still discussing their development path and how to win over blacks from other states.

A black man quickly opened the door and came in: "Nathaniel, something bad has happened!"

"What happened?" Nathaniel asked calmly.

"The people we sent to transport the grain were arrested... Hancock and Lafayette were all arrested..."

"It's the state government that's taking action!" Upon hearing this, everyone in the room suddenly changed color.

They knew the state government would definitely take action and had made preparations, but they did not expect the state government to act so quickly.

In just two days, they took action.

There are more than 40,000 people in the camp, and the amount of food consumed every day is an astronomical figure.

Even though they had tried their best to find all available food, such as wild vegetables, mushrooms, and fishing in the lake, and reduced food rations, they still consumed 15 tons of food every day.

"How many days of food do we have left?" Nathaniel asked quickly.

"Seven days! Seven days at most!"

Nathaniel punched the table. If these foods could be delivered, they would be able to last for half a month, and by then they would be able to make adequate preparations.

"We must find a way to transport food in, but apparently Hancock and Lafayette are blocked, and the same may be true for other cities. What should we do?" Everyone looked at Nathaniel.

"We need to find a way to contact our compatriots in other states and find a way to deliver food here." said a respectable-looking black man dressed in gentleman's suit.

"It will be too late! We should fight with them and let them know that we are not easy to bully!" a young man shouted.

"Nathaniel, didn't you tell us that only with strength can we gain the position we deserve? Now is the time. We should fight them! Teach those white masters a lesson and take back our food."

Nathaniel's face was gloomy and uncertain.

He naturally knew that he needed to use strength to gain status, which is what the Chinese do.

But... he wasn't ready yet.

It all happened so fast.

"Nathaniel, let's fight! We have been training for a long time! We should fight with them and let them see how powerful we are!" another black man said.

"They blocked our food supplies in order to starve us to death! Only a fight can change all this!"

"And it will allow our compatriots in other states to see us! We want to wake them up!"

After a long while, Nathaniel finally made up his mind: "Then fight!"

Now there are 5,000 people in the entire camp who have received training and have enough weapons, a total of more than 2,000 rifles, 1,000 pistols, and a large amount of bullets.

The Louisiana National Guard has only 2000 people, and they are distributed in various places.

Just by winning two games, we can make a name for ourselves and let our fellow Americans see us.

It will also make the Louisiana government think about how to treat them.

Just like those Chinese people once did.

Soon, Nathaniel called a meeting with some of his important men, including veterans of the Civil War and soldiers who retired from the Buffalo Regiment.

In combat, they are more professional than Nathaniel.

A group of people gathered around a map to study it. This map was a military map, and of course it was also supported by Chen Zhengwei.

They can't get the map themselves.

There are three small towns surrounding the northern part of Lake Pontchartrain, and their first goal was to capture these three towns.

The food from these three towns and the surrounding farms will keep them going for longer.

After capturing three small towns, the next target was Hancock, one of the most important cities in Louisiana.

As long as we occupy this place, we can not only obtain a large amount of food, but also get supplies through the railway.

At the same time, it can also make things bigger.

What Chen Zhengwei had done in Chicago gave them guidance, and they were ready to replicate it.

That night, Nathaniel began to mobilize the people in the camp, and a large crowd gathered around the platform. Several soldiers with guns stood on the platform.

Nathaniel looked at the people below the stage, at those pairs of eyes full of enthusiasm, and he also felt his blood boiling, and said loudly:

"The state government sent someone to me and asked us to go back to those cities and plantations and continue to be their slaves!"

"We can have food! And we can be whipped! Of course, I'll be treated better."

No one spoke, everyone was looking at the person on the stage.

Nathaniel took a deep breath, his voice close to a roar:
"I refused!"

“I told them, never!”

"We will never go back to those days!"

"I once said that I would lead you to build our own city, with our own shops, our own mayor, our own councillors, our own police station. None of us would have to worry about being killed innocently while walking on the street. Our children could run on the grass and gardens under the blue sky and white clouds and enjoy their childhood! Then learn and grow up!"

"Now, it's time to fulfill what we said!"

"We will never retreat until we achieve our goal! We will never be satisfied until our compatriots get justice!"

"Let those people see our struggle and our spirit!"

"Fight!" Nathaniel raised his arms and let out a deafening roar.

"Fight!" The crowd below suddenly became excited.

Afterwards, the black soldiers who were assigned guns began to prepare.

Tomorrow, they will have their first battle.

However, that evening, Nathaniel's speech at the camp spread to the surrounding towns and was transmitted to the state government by telegraph.

The state government was shocked.

"What do they mean?"

"Are they going to rebel?" Several state government officials who received the news looked surprised.

The determination of these black people really exceeded their expectations.

They also wanted to use food to force these blacks to disperse, but they didn't expect the other side to shout "fight".

However, it was too late to mobilize the National Guard at this time.

The next morning, some of the blacks in the camp set out with their weapons.

Divide into three groups to attack the surrounding towns.

Although the state government asked the police stations in the three small towns to stop the possible rebellion, when they saw a large number of black people with weapons appearing outside the town, the small town police simply ran away.

Are you kidding me? There are only a few police officers in a small town, trying to stop hundreds of black people with weapons?
March 1881, 3, the fourth day of the 7st President’s inauguration.

Black people in Louisiana fired the first shots.

America was shocked!

……

《Shocked the whole United States! Armed black rebels in Louisiana occupied a small town! 》

"These guys finally rebelled!" Chen Zhengwei commented casually while eating his morning tea and reading the newspaper.

He knew about Nathaniel's move last night, and he got the news earlier than the Louisiana government.

That black camp of theirs is like a sieve.

"Brother Wei, can they do it?" Aaron and Green were eating on the side.

"How should I know?" Chen Zhengwei curled his lips.

He had never seen those black people, so how would he know if it would work?

But the chess pieces I had planted finally moved, and those people finally took the first step. Even if it doesn't work, it has to work.

"Have someone collect information about the Louisiana National Guard's movements and the state government's actions, and keep them informed!"

"Also, let someone help them through the last channel."

"Find a way to make the Louisiana legislators hold back, especially the National Guard's supplies, which have been held up." Chen Zhengwei put the newspaper aside and gave the order.

There are thousands of pigs, and even if they just stand there and let the National Guard kill them, it will take a long time.

Just hold off the first wave of attacks, and then let state legislators and officials hold up the National Guard's supplies.

This way these black people can make a big fuss.

There are more than six million black people in the United States. If they make trouble, they will pose a much greater threat than the Chinese. They will replace themselves as the biggest concern and number one target of the U.S. government.

"Contact members of Congress. If the U.S. Army wants to suppress it, find a way to oppose it. Don't let the Army get involved."

"Finally, encourage black people across the United States to march, show solidarity and support them! Money and food, raise more funds."

"I have spent so much money to support them. Now it is their turn to spend their own money. If more than six million people donate one dollar each, it will be more than six million."

Chen Zhengwei felt that he could get back his initial investment and might even make some money.

Even if we are kind-hearted and don't touch the money, they will still need to buy food, medicine, guns and bullets.

After giving the instructions, Chen Zhengwei continued to have his morning tea.

Following his instructions, telegrams were sent out one after another, and many people began to take action.

(End of this chapter)