Chapter 155: Zhang Cheng

Washington, a catastrophe never seen before was about to arrive.

Looking at the front-line battle report, the people at this moment were already full of collapse.

Because even if they sent out the most elite soldiers, they couldn't stop the Southern Confederate soldiers' speed of advance, not even delaying them?

However, just when everyone was full of pessimism, Lin Ken stood out and said, "Believe me, gentlemen, we will definitely achieve victory, because Grant has returned, and he will crush the Southerners!"

Accompanied by Lin Ken's words finishing, quite a few people present revealed expressions of hope.

Because as the "ever-victorious general," Grant hadn't lost yet!

Less than fifty miles from Washington,

the Southern army was resting. Listening to the telegram news, the corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth raised a smile.

Because Luo Bote was worthy of being the South's last "man," he actually helped Zhang Cheng drag down most of the military force.

However, there was still a small flaw, and that was that Grant had returned, and he even led 17,000 people!

"Tell Luo Bote, I will use Washington to tell everyone that the South must win!"

Revealing a smile, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but throw the cigarette onto the ground.

In the short period of four months, the flames of war had already started to spread crazily.

But now, everyone was in a wait-and-see state.

They urgently wanted to know if Washington could be held.

If it really failed, then the others could also make plans for what came next.

Returning to Washington, Grant didn't have time to rest and rushed to the White House urgently.

Here, he met Lin Ken and others, as well as many supporters.

Facing everyone's concern, Grant's mood at this moment was also very heavy, because he knew that Benjamin wasn't an "idiot," but the other party could be defeated so quickly, there must be some problem!

"Grant, now only your troops are left in Washington, if..."

Looking at Grant seriously, Lin Ken's face revealed a heavy expression.

"I know, I will definitely crush that bunch of Southerners!"

Looking at Lin Ken seriously, Grant made his promise.

"I believe! My general!"

Looking at Grant before him, Lin Ken couldn't help but extend his hand.

Smiling at each other, the two seemed to temporarily cast the impending danger behind them!

One day later, the Southern army arrived in Washington.

When he saw Grant, who was preparing to fight a positional war, Zhang Cheng was also dumbfounded.

Didn't everyone agree to raise their guns together and then line up to die? But why did you hide? How was this supposed to let his "Gatling Bodhisattva" perform?

When Zhang Cheng thought of this, his expression had already started to become unkind.

"Zhang, your Far East Group shouldn't participate in this war!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in the distance, Grant roared.

"Grant, talk less nonsense, I pardon you in the name of the Far East Group president; as long as you surrender, I can guarantee your honor!"

Looking at Grant, Zhang Cheng naturally knew the other party.

However, at that time, Zhang Cheng still thought he could pull the other party over, so he didn't take action.

But now it seemed, it was better to solve the trouble early! Otherwise, it would become a big trouble!

"Talk less nonsense, if you want to enter Washington, then step over our bodies!"

Roaring, Grant shouted, "The North must win!"

"Must win!"

Roars rang out, and the Northern soldiers seemed to have their fighting spirit ignited!

And watching this scene, Zhang Cheng squinted his eyes and said, "Step over you to advance? That's too great!"

"Clatter!"

Accompanied by heavy artillery being pulled out, the soldiers behind were immediately prepared.

And watching such a large-caliber cannon, Grant was dumbfounded, because he discovered that he had indeed spoken a bit too loudly just now.

But weren't these big guys Krupp cannons?

No wonder the Southern army's speed of movement was so slow; it turned out they had been dragging these monsters forward!

"Fire!"

Roaring while waving his arm, Zhang Cheng pointed forward.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Huge cannonballs rushed out, directly filling in the original deep pits.

And watching this scene, Grant also knew that hiding here was useless, because their shelling simply couldn't reach the other party.

Thinking of this, Grant hissed, "Counter-charge, don't be afraid, for the glory of America!" Rising hysterically, Grant chose to make a final struggle.

Because if they were surrounded, their defeat was also destined; Luo Bote wouldn't let the Northern soldiers who wanted to rush back go!

And just at the moment the Northern soldiers rushed over, Zhang Cheng revealed a ferocious smile and said, "Gatling!"

"Clatter!"

Accompanied by the Gatling machine gun being pushed out, Grant immediately sensed something was wrong.

Because wasn't this thing something only the South had? Why did Zhang Cheng's Far East Group also have this kind of weapon?

But before Grant's thoughts could end, the roaring Gatling machine gun had already started rotating.

"Dadadada!"

In the howling storm, soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

When blood stained the land, turning it into a muddy mess, Grant collapsed and said, "Could it be, we really lost?"

"Beep, beep, beep!"

The whistle rang out, and just as the Gatling machine gun finished rotating, the soldiers led by Zhang Cheng started to charge.

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Watching the desperate soldiers all around, Grant also took out his revolver with grief and indignation, aiming at his own chin.

Because he had failed everyone's expectations!

"Bang!"

After a gunshot, Grant fell to the ground.

And in his final vision, it was the Southern Confederate flag, fluttering high in the distance!

Washington,

the people who learned the news of Grant's defeat scattered in an instant.

Because everyone knew that failure was destined, so while there was still time, everyone should run quickly!

Watching the empty office, Lin Ken was sitting on the sofa in a disheveled state at this moment.

Looking at the Emancipation Proclamation that was still being drafted, he didn't know if he had done the right thing.

"Clatter!"

The door was pushed open, and a man wearing a military uniform walked in.

When he saw the other party, he immediately asked, "You are Zhang!"

"No, I am!"

Standing out from behind, Zhang Cheng squinted his eyes and said, "Hard to imagine, you actually didn't plan to fight me to the death!"

"Failure is already destined, so why waste it!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Lin Ken said, "Although I lost..."

"Bang!"

Taking out a folding stool, Zhang Cheng backhanded it onto Lin Ken's head.

Flipped out, Lin Ken only felt a sharp pain in his head.

And just at this moment, Zhang Cheng, who walked up with big strides, swung the folding stool and said, "You are going to suffer now!"

Finishing this sentence, Zhang Cheng hammered continuously and said, "You don't know how to kneel when you lose, you aren't sensible, right? You want to liberate slaves, right? Then do you know, in the entire Americas, I am the biggest slave owner, you idiot!"

Not long after, just as the folding stool in Zhang Cheng's hand was completely shattered, he threw away the chair leg and said, "Drag him out, drag him out to feed the dogs!"

But just as the soldiers who walked up were preparing to take action, Zhang Cheng stopped them and said, "Wait, first lift his skull for me!"

But looking at Lin Ken, who no longer looked like a person, Li Yong said awkwardly, "Boss, this can't be put together!"

"Eh!"

Silently looking at Li Yong, Zhang Cheng slapped his forehead and said, "Used too much force! Pay attention next time!"

"This can still have a next time?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in confusion, Li Yong widened his eyes, not knowing what to say.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 156 =====