The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 551 Remote Guidance
At the Port of San Francisco, a large number of wooden boxes are piled up on the dock.

Several large transport ships, each hundreds of meters long, were docked there, and the sailors on the ships were constantly carrying things.

"Be careful! Don't fall! If it explodes, we'll all be blown to the sky!" Several first mates on the ship stood aside, smoking and chatting, and occasionally scolding the sailors.

Although these ammunition will not explode due to impact, you still have to scare them a bit, otherwise these guys will just throw the boxes there.

"I heard that we are going to Peru this time?" said a first mate with a strange look on his face.

He is too familiar with Peru and has too many feelings for it.

He had been digging bird droppings there for more than ten years and was exhausted.

I didn't expect that I would go back there again!
And he went there on a battleship.

This gave him a rather strange feeling.

"I'm not sure, but the distance this time won't be close! Just look at the supplies they carry!" The first mate of another ship shook his head.

These five transport ships are carrying 10 rifles and million rounds of ammunition that are to be shipped to South America.

In addition, it must carry a large amount of supplies such as artillery shells, coal, food, canned goods, and drinks to serve as a supply ship for the fleet.

Compared to the last time I went to Hawaii, I brought several times more canned food and drinks.

Not far away, on the main road of the port, a carriage was parked.

Chen Zhengwei set his eyes on the boxes at the dock.

"Brother Wei, don't worry. There will be no problem with supplies!" Rong Jiacai said as he sat opposite him.

"Ask about the food situation!" Chen Zhengwei said.

"Brother Wei, are there any shortages of food over there?" Rong Jiacai asked with great interest. He had also asked people to inquire about the situation of the three countries currently at war, but he had not found out this.

"We can let them be short of it!" Chen Zhengwei smiled.

He doesn't care how much money he can make from selling grain, even if he makes no money.

The more food is sold overseas, the less food there is in the United States.

Although the United States' grain production is not small, a large amount is sold to Europe every year.

If another batch is sold to South America, the US food reserves will definitely be affected.

If food reserves were reduced, then voices against brewing would emerge in society, working with the church to promote prohibition.

When the time comes, just push it a little more.

Another point is that selling large amounts of cheap food could undermine the agricultural base of Peru and Bolivia.

Chen Zhengwei had learned about the situation in these two countries. Due to their terrain, agriculture in these two countries was not very developed.

The continued sale of large quantities of cheap food will be enough to impact the fragile agricultural production of the two countries.

Then they bribed politicians to promote cash crops, and within two or three years, they could not even maintain the basic agricultural red lines.

At that time, they will have to listen to whoever holds the food.

He rarely does business alone like before and prefers win-win plans for all parties.

Chen Zhengwei thought for a moment and said:

"Buy more land in California, but at a cheaper price. Also, have someone investigate the unowned land in Oregon and Texas!"

By purchasing a large amount of land, a large number of Chinese can be settled as farmers.

And these Chinese are the military reserve.

The food they grow can be sold cheaply to South American countries, destroying their basic agriculture.

Chen Zhengwei turned his attention to the giant transport ship at the dock. He was looking forward to the upcoming trip to South America.

"By the way, Brother Wei, do you want to go to the theater? I heard that a nice woman has come. You can bring her with you when you go to South America! Otherwise, you will stay on the boat for two months, and by then even sows will be as beautiful as Diao Chan!" Rong Jiacai said.

"Forget it, I'll take Wanyun with me!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand.

"I always feel like Mazu likes her very much! If we take her on the journey, we will definitely be safe!"

Wanyun is so lucky, so Chen Zhengwei plans to take her on board, which might help reduce a lot of trouble on the way.

"Let's go! Back to Nob Hill!" said Chen Zhengwei.

He also has to go back to the estate pool on Nob Hill to practice swimming.

Isn’t it overwhelming to have so many arts?

……

A bill was passed at the same time as the National Guard was officially established.

National Defense Act

It consolidated state militias into a unified military system and increased federal oversight of these forces.

The state militias were unified into the National Guard.

After a few days of integration, half of the Louisiana militia was transferred to New Orleans to suppress the local black movement.

A few days ago, there was a large-scale exchange of fire between black people and police in New Orleans, which had a huge impact throughout the United States.

There are five to six million black people in the United States. If black people in other regions are also affected and start to rebel, it will bring great disaster to the United States.

Therefore, even the slightest sprout must be nipped in the bud.

As a large number of soldiers got off the train, the news soon reached Nathaniel in the slums.

"What should we do? They must be targeting us! We can't stay here any longer!" a black man said anxiously.

They had long thought that the state government would take action, but they still held on to some hope.

However, I didn't expect the state government to send troops directly.

This immediately made the blacks afraid.

"Where else can we go if not here? We are very familiar with the terrain here. We will have the advantage if we fight here." The other black man immediately objected.

"But there are so many innocent people here. If we fight here again, do you know how many casualties there will be? Those innocent people and children will be implicated!"

Several people were arguing, and Nathaniel was upset.

"Stop arguing and let me think about it!" Nathaniel said with a little irritation.

Nathaniel has made great progress since returning from San Francisco and has become more like a leader.

The other blacks were convinced by him.

But Nathaniel didn't know how to deal with this situation. He had no military training, so he was as helpless as everyone else.

"George!" Nathaniel called his most loyal partner: "Send a telegram to Mr. Chen and ask him what we should do!"

"He is the only one who can help us now!"

……

Chen Zhengwei sank into the swimming pool like a weight.

He thought that with his physical fitness, learning to swim would be easy.

However, after entering the water, he discovered a serious problem.

His muscle and bone density far exceeds that of an average person.

This means... as soon as he entered the water, he sank to the bottom, just like a weight.

Chen Zhengwei stared around in the water with eyes wide open. Two thugs swam over and tried to help him up.

Chen Zhengwei quickly grabbed the shoulders of the two men and pressed them directly into the water, while he took advantage of the momentum to jump out of the water.

The thugs by the swimming pool quickly pulled him up.

"Who the hell built this swimming pool? Whose swimming pool is this deep?" Chen Zhengwei cursed after he got ashore. This swimming pool is at least two and a half meters deep.

Otherwise, he would never have sunk so easily.

It's all the pool designer's fault.

Chen Zhengwei climbed onto his recliner and stretched out his hand. The henchman next to him cut a cigar, handed it to him, and lit it for him.

Chen Zhengwei took two puffs of his cigar while basking in the sun. He felt that it might be a little difficult for him to learn to swim.

It would be better to let your own factory design and produce swimming rings, and then see if you can draw one yourself.

It would be best to get another boat.

But it will take another three months before the next lottery draw...

Moreover, you can only draw ten times a year, so it’s hard to say whether you can draw the swimming ring.

You still have to learn to swim!
"Let someone put something under the swimming pool. One meter and six meters will be enough!" Chen Zhengwei snorted.

"Brother Wei, why don't you put the water to 1.6 meters?" asked the henchman on the side.

Chen Zhengwei was stunned for a moment, and immediately lost face. He raised his hand and slapped the man on the back of the head: "You want to teach me how to do things? You have to unclog my toilet for me this month!"

Didn't expect it wouldn't work?

A thug ran over from a distance and handed two telegrams to Chen Zhengwei.

"Brother Wei, it's from New Orleans!"

Only then did Chen Zhengwei withdraw his hand in disappointment, took the telegram and took a look at it.

"Tsk! What a big event!"

The two telegrams were sent from Marcelo, the local gang leader, and Nathaniel.

This time, the Louisiana state government sent a 1000-man militia to suppress the blacks.

Although the combat effectiveness of these militia groups is average and they are frightened when they see Chen Zhengwei, they are enough to suppress the blacks.

Chen Zhengwei tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the armrest of the recliner, his eyes showing a thoughtful look: "The slum where Nathaniel is hiding has tens of thousands of people, but the militia commander will definitely not care!"

"Evacuating the civilians first is a later practice. In this era, they don't care about the casualties of the black poor, but will attack directly!"

“Although there will be some poor casualties, this is their purpose, to deter other black people.”

Southern states such as Texas and Louisiana are the strongholds of white supremacist organizations, and their attitude towards black people has always been bloody suppression.

What's more, in this era, let alone black people, they don't even care about the lives of poor white people.

Then Chen Zhengwei showed a sarcastic smile: "But this will also bring some black people together!"

"Write a telegram to Nathaniel and ask them to find a route to evacuate a group of people and hide them in other slums. Then, their people will be dispersed in various areas of the slums and use their familiarity with the terrain to snipe at the enemy."

"And those civilians will also delay the other side!"

"These white men will send some soldiers to go in separately to look for their traces. When they encounter sniping and the advance slows down, the commander will increase the force."

"At this time, we must gradually retreat and lead them to the center of the slums. Let them think that they can be caught soon, and the other side will continue to attack!"

"Then let those who are hiding outside launch an attack from behind those militias at night. It would be best if we can find their headquarters. Then let the people inside rush out and attack them from both sides!"

"Make good use of their protective color! The night gave them black skin, not for them to mine."

"As for the casualties among civilians...bloodshed is inevitable! Only blood can awaken his compatriots and bring them together!"

"If you can't bear even this little bit of casualties, then forget about the black movement. You might as well go home and drink your mother's milk!"

"Send them the telegram!"

The commander of the militia faced a group of blacks like he was facing a group of monkeys with guns.

He would definitely be careless.

As long as Nathaniel does what he says, there will be a lot of casualties among black people, and it will also cause huge casualties to these militiamen.

As long as the casualties reach a certain level, these militias will inevitably retreat.

If these militias could be defeated, more blacks would be convinced by Nathaniel and join his forces.

He could then withdraw from New Orleans before another militia arrived, hide in the countryside, and fight guerrilla warfare with the militia.

Then the black movement will grow bigger and bigger... Black people from other areas will start taking to the streets.

Under social pressure, the Louisiana state government will arrange people to recruit them.

Tell them not to make trouble, put down their guns and surrender, and the government will treat them fairly and improve the treatment of black people.

Then find another chance to kill him...

Subsequent developments flowed through Chen Zhengwei's mind like running water, and the smile on Chen Zhengwei's face became more and more sarcastic.

Soon, Nathaniel received a telegram.

After hesitating for a while, Nathaniel gritted his teeth and decided to do as the telegram said.

Chen Zhengwei is a man who has defeated the US Army. If they do this, they will definitely win.

"I have made my decision! We will be here. We are the flag flying in the sky so that all black people can see us!" Nathaniel said to the black people around him.

"But we have to make some arrangements!"

Soon, some blacks left the slum before the militia completely surrounded the slum.

Just half an hour after these people left, the militia blocked the main intersection of the slum and sent soldiers to advance inward.

Soon, the slum was engulfed in gunfire.

On the one hand, the civilians inside delayed the soldiers' actions, even though many times they shot and killed civilians as rebels.

Some poor people hid in their homes with fear on their faces, but when the soldiers saw them, their eyes flashed and they pulled the trigger!

"Don't hurt my father!" A black girl who was only seven or eight years old rushed out of the closet and threw herself on a man who was shot, crying loudly.

The soldier pulled the bolt again, aiming the gun at the girl with a sarcastic smile on his face.

But a hand reached out from the side and held him down.

Another soldier shook his head at him: "Forget it!"

The soldier then put down his gun in disappointment.

On the other hand, Nathaniel's resistance was more tenacious than they thought.

They hid on rooftops, behind windows, even in woodpile, anywhere there might be people.

This seriously delayed the militia's advance.

This, coupled with the continued casualties, made the commander of the battle, James Durand, somewhat annoyed.

"Why do they have so many guns and bullets? If a nigger goes to a grocery store and says, 'Boss, I want to buy a gun to kill you white people,' will the grocery store owner sell it to him?"

"Don't give them any chance to breathe. We must use the coldest and cruelest means to defeat them in one fell swoop! Use these nigger heads to show other niggers what the consequences will be for those who dare to rebel!"

Then soldiers were sent into the slums again.

Throughout the afternoon and evening, the militia continued to attack inward, and Nathaniel was soon unable to stop them and continued to retreat.

The entire slum was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

Even when it got dark, the militiamen did not slow down their attack.

With just a little more effort, they could capture the rebel leader and hang him in the city center.

If you take a break now, you will have to fight back tomorrow!

At the same time, some people appeared behind them under the cover of night.

Darkness gives them the innate skill of stealth +1.
(End of this chapter)