1855 United States Tycoon

"Captain, those people are already far away, let's go and take a look?" In a woods about seven or eight hundred meters away from the workers' camp where the massacre just occurred, two people in colorful clothes were holding binoculars to observe. .

"Well, let's go and take a look." The captain nodded. Then the two took out their own horses from behind the tree, rode on the horses, and galloped toward the camp that was smoky.

As soon as he approached the camp, a bloody smell, mixed with the scorched smell of the corpse scorched by the flame, pounced directly into the nostrils of the two people. Looking from the horseback, the small camp was full of corpses, and on the sharp wooden stakes at the gate of the camp, there were several people's heads obliquely inserted. On the forehead of one of the heads with wide eyes, there was also an Indian axe.

"Captain, look, there seems to be someone still moving there!"

"Well, it seems that he hasn't died yet. Let's go in and see if there is any rescue, we will take him out and give him to Mr. Bond. Maybe it will be useful if necessary in the future."

The person who moved just now was Hill. He fainted after being hit by the Indian axe. The road protector who acted on him was eager to kill more workers, and did not carefully check whether he was really dead. . The latter guys weren't careful enough when they finally checked whether the person was dead, but when they left, when the cold wind blew, Hill gradually woke up.

"It's him...Don't talk, let's save you out!" Hill opened his eyes and saw two people standing next to him. One of them took out a triangle scarf and said to him.

"Mr. MacDonald, this is today's newspaper." Anna gently placed the brewed black tea on Scrooge's desk, and put another newspaper aside.

"Ah, Anna, is there any important news?" Scrooge held the teacup and gently blew the foam on the top of the tea, and then asked.

This was also Anna's usual job, so Anna began to recite some of the most important news to Scrooge: "General Grant surrounded Vicksburg, and the rebels on the western front were under tremendous pressure."

"Well, Grant did a good job. It seems that he will soon be transferred to the Eastern Front as the commander-in-chief of the army. Grant is a very interesting man. In the original history, he later served as President of the United States. , It is said that this guy’s era is the most corrupt era in United States. But I like it very much.” Scrooge thought, then took a sip of tea, then smiled to Anna and said, “What else?”

"President Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation, announcing the liberation of all black slaves."

"Ah, Lincoln still used this trick." Scrooge smiled, maybe because the battlefield situation is slightly better than the original history, so this declaration came later than the original history. Months. But this is a good thing, because it gave Scrooge's writing team several months more time in the newspapers to call for the opportunity to give everyone freedom without distinction. In these months, Scrooge completely packaged himself into a fighter who defended human freedom.

"Is there any news about Union Pacific Railroad?" Scrooge asked.

"Ah, yes, a construction site of Union Pacific was attacked by Indians, and 29 workers were brutally killed. The state government expressed its extreme shock at the tragedy and promised justice will be heard."

As for the truth of this incident, Scrooge knew well, and even the most important witness about this case was in his hands. But he didn't intend to jump out and expose the truth at this time. Anyway, the Indians are troublesome. Don’t be busy. Let them slaughter all the Indians in this area by their hands. Then they will expose the conspiracy by themselves, and find out the scum who slaughtered the workers and the moths who paid bribes. Believe it. Such a blow will surely put the entire Union Pacific Railway into trouble, and its stock will fall like the currency of Zimbabwe in later generations. At that time, he will be able to come as a savior with his innocent reputation, thus firmly grabbing this company into his own hands.

"These Indians are too much, they must be taught a little lesson." Scrooge said, and then he lowered his head and gently sucked in a sip of fragrant black tea. This black tea was brought to him by Volendrano from China, and it is said to be the best Lapsang Souchong black tea. The dark red rippling with the mellow tea soup, it looks like blood.

"Actually, the stupid melon named Stephen did a terrible job!" Scrooge thought, "There are so many loopholes left on the scene as the '931 Great Battle' concocted by later generations of the Seven-Word Fishing Party. The National Army’s sinking of the Mongolian Navy’s Battlecruiser Dashabi’s,’52 Army Raises Normandy’s and other things have a comparison. You think, if it was really done by Indians, how could they treat themselves People’s corpses are thrown in the camp and not taken away? How can they just take away the dollars from the victimized workers without taking away their steel tools and the like? So people with a clearer head can just look at them. I see something wrong. But, um, if a person has a clear head, even if he sees it, he will probably not say it, right?"

"Anna, how did Illinois react?" Scrooge put down his teacup and stretched. Anna Tingting curled up behind Scrooge, and while she stretched out her hands to massage Scrooge's shoulders, she replied, "What else? Naturally it was a rage, and the state legislators asked for troops to step down. For the nearby Indian tribes, the governor naturally complied with public opinion and ordered the state militias to enter a state of readiness. It seems that it may not be long before they will go to war with the Indians."

"The guys who can be members of Congress and governor are all human beings. How could they not see the problem. It is politically correct to just oppose the Indians. Which smart person would jump out to speak for the Indians at this time? Besides, the real life of the Indians is too painful. End their pain and send them to heaven. Isn’t it a very good and kind thing? It’s not that we rescued those who came to famine in May. Is the ancestors and Indians on the flower horn the best way to express gratitude? Why do you want to block others' path to heaven and the highest happiness?"

"Hmm..." Scrooge groaned as comfortable as a pig under the massage of Anna's hands. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, letting own head sink comfortably between Anna's soft and towering peaks, and nudged it gently.

Anna seemed to be used to this behavior by Scrooge a long time ago. She lifted her hands from Scrooge's shoulders, and then gently placed Scrooge's face on Scrooge's face, and began to gently give him Do a facial massage.

Feeling Anna’s slender fingers stroking Own’s face, Scrooge hummed comfortably, then stretched out his hand, pressed Anna’s slender jade hand, and said in a vague voice: "Anna, you want Try harder, I never told you, do I have a thick skin..."Many of the militias in Illinois have been deployed to the front lines to deal with the southern rebels. But the rest is definitely enough to deal with the Indians.

Anion and a regiment of militiamen had already surrounded an Indian village. There are about two thousand Indians in this village, including men, women, and children. Early in the morning, after they found themselves surrounded by more than 1,000 state militiamen, the village became chaotic, with women and children crying everywhere.

The tribal chief Goshawk tried to send two tribesmen who knew a little white language to ask the guys on the opposite side why they suddenly made such a move for no reason. However, in accordance with the white people’s rules, the tribesmen who were holding the white flags for negotiation had just walked out of the gate of the village and were shot to death outside the gate of the village—obviously, these white people did not intend to negotiate with them, they were here to slaughter them. All the Indians here.

All the tribesmen who were able to fight were gathered. Some of them were holding old-fashioned rifles bought from whites, some continued to hold ancestral bows and arrows, and others were holding Indian axes. They know very well that they can't beat the well-equipped and well-trained (at least relative to the Indians, it is indeed the case) state militias outside. But they had to stand up and fight desperately. Because behind them are their elderly parents, beloved wives and children. If they can't stop them and let the white-skinned beasts rush in, then their fate is simply unimaginable.

"No step back!" Chief Goshawk shouted to these soldiers, "Behind us are our parents, wives and children, and we can't step back! Anyone who wants to hurt them must step on our bodies! "It is like a Soviet political commissar who has not been able to leave a name. In the suburbs of Moscow, facing the fascist German tanks, he shouted to his soldiers: "Russia is big, but we have nowhere to go." Now! Moscow is behind!" Same.

However, the unknown political commissar is not desperate, because behind him, there are countless soldiers who are as firm as him, and more importantly, there is an industrialized country that can continuously produce tanks, artillery, aircraft, and warships. . Although the political commissar died in this battle, he and his colleagues firmly blocked the fascist beast from Moscow. Then, his surviving comrades will counterattack step by step until they push the front to the bottom of Berlin. His surviving comrades will also hold up their trumpets and shout to the remaining fascists: "Red Army The ring of steel has surrounded your dilapidated city! We will smash all unnecessary resistance! So give up your resistance, give up your military service, give up your homeland, give up your hope! Ula..."

However, Goshawk was truly desperate. He knew the power gap between his tribe and those white-skinned animals. There are only more than 600 warriors in his tribe, and among them, only a hundred people have guns. The others still only have bows and arrows and axes. On the opposite side, there were more than a thousand white troops. Everyone had guns, and everyone’s guns were better than their own. Moreover, there are two terrible cannons just a few hundred meters away from the Zhaimen. There is no support from a powerful country behind him, but the white-skinned beasts opposite him do. He knew that the Indians could not defeat such an opponent, so he always restrained the tribesmen and tried his best to avoid any conflicts with those white skins, so that the own tribe could continue to linger in this cruel era. However, I don't know why, these white leather doors are still coming. Goshawk glanced at the rising sun just to the east for the last time. He knew that this was him, and it was the last time all the people in his tribe saw the blood-red sunrise. Tomorrow, the sun will still rise, but tomorrow, The tribe no longer exists.

Ann Coldly looked at the village wall made of rough logs hundreds of meters away, then glanced at the two Napoleon cannons next to him, then turned around, and said to the soldiers coldly: "Let’s use it first. The solid bullet blasted the gate and the fence, and then replaced the grenade to cover the entire village, and then we went in." He pulled out the command knife from his waist and roared like a beast that just ran out of the deepest abyss: "Whether men, women or children, don't keep one!"

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