Everyone had expressions of disbelief upon hearing Malik's words. No one believed that the Federation would lose so quickly.

Malik had a proud expression on his face. If the Federation was gone, who would care about his identity?

Su Yanting tugged at the corner of Zhu Wenchong's clothes. The news was like a bolt from the blue, shattering Zhu Wenchong's dream.

Zhu Wencong was the staunchest supporter of the northern faction, and he even risked everything to harvest the wealth of the southern faction.

The prerequisite is that the Southern faction must lose, otherwise Zhu Wenchong will be in disaster.

"Should we return to San Francisco now and leave the United States on the Chamber of Commerce ship?

I tried to persuade you at the time, but you kept saying that you didn’t have time and you had to calm down and think.

The United States is indeed full of opportunities, but huge opportunities come with huge risks.

Brother, you know this better than me, let’s go back quickly!” Su Yanqing felt scared.

Zhu Wencong held Su Yanting's hand. He was not worried at all. Instead, he was thinking about the process of history.

The Southern faction did indeed march to Washington. This scene was like Li Zicheng attacking the capital, and Chongzhen was about to hang himself on the southeastern branch.

People familiar with the Civil War know that it was a two-front battle at this time, with the North attacking Richmond (the capital of the South) and the South attacking Washington.

The Southern faction made great progress on the battlefield, mainly due to the previous U.S.-Mexican War. They used Mexico to train troops.

Secondly, military academies are concentrated in southern states. Most of the American military officers are from the south, and their overall strength is very strong.

To develop industry, the northern faction must compete with old industrial countries such as Britain and France for business, so the southern faction has the support of Britain and France.

With many advantages, the southern faction has a population of 9 million against the northern faction with a population of 22 million.

The advantage is within your grasp!

"Did you just finish the Second Battle of Manassas?" Zhu Wenchong asked suddenly.

"What! You!" Malik was so frightened that he took several steps back before he escaped from the damn war over there. Did Zhu Wencong know?

Zhu Wenchong nodded. It seemed that it was indeed the Second Battle of Manassas. The southern faction won the victory and marched to Washington.

The Western Army that the North sent to attack Richmond quickly retreated and started the Battle of Antietam with the Southern Army. In the end, the Northern Army successfully defended Washington.

Official data: In the Second Battle of Manassas, the Northern Army suffered more than 16,000 casualties, and the Southern Army suffered more than 9,000 casualties.

This level of casualties is heavy in the West. After all, they do not have a large population and their birth rate has always been low.

"How...how did you know?" Malik racked his brains and couldn't figure it out.

"God told me!" Zhu Wencong realized that he had said too much, but it didn't matter much.

Malik immediately knelt on the ground and prayed to heaven with a pious expression:

"Lord! Please forgive me! I have not given up on the Union! I have not given up on Washington, let alone Mr. President.

We have been using our lives to resist the enemy's attacks, but they are too strong and we cannot stop them at all.

For the sake of my family, my subordinates, and the United States, I can only retreat from the battlefield.

Lord! I will definitely take my regiment back to Washington and take it back from the Confederate army myself!"

"You're still so...so confident when you're a deserter..." Su Yanqing pouted.

"It's not enough to take this kind of person out and shoot him ten times!

For Europe and the United States, this kind of people are already familiar. It’s just a job, who is willing to risk their lives!

Surrender is not a dishonorable thing. People have the right to survive, but others have no right to demand death.

The fact that he can run from there to here is enough to show that the war was a hell on earth." Zhu Wencong sighed a little.

Su Yanqing found that Malik and others were kneeling on the ground and praying. It turned out that they did not do anything wrong and did not seek blessings from gods and Buddhas.

They know that running away is shameful, but they simply can't do it by staying and dying.

"Didn't you say that Westerners are less desperate when fighting?" Su Yanqing asked.

"Yes! But if you ask him what the North and South armies are doing, you will know clearly.

Malik! Besides fighting, what else would you order?" Zhu Wenchong kicked Malik.

Malik looked up at Zhu Wencong with a puzzled expression: "Being a soldier and eating food is a matter of course, I don't need to know anything else!

God! I lied again! Damn it! I joined the army just to loot the southerners’ farms and rob their wealth..

God, they, they deserve what they deserve. We are fighting for thousands of slaves. We are... the teachers of justice.

What's more, they also looted our factories and set fire to our houses. They are the devils of hell!"

Su Yanqing could fit an apple into her mouth at this time. It turned out that their civil war was so ridiculous.

Each other looted each other's wealth, each committed murder, arson, and robbery on each other's territory, committing all kinds of evil.

No wonder the war was so brutal. The two sides obviously had sworn enemies and were destined to fight to the death.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit! Since ancient times, the winner has written the history books, and all the disgraceful things have to be borne by the loser.

The federation can't even pay wages, so in order to stimulate their fighting will, it encourages them to 'solve it on the spot.'" Zhu Wencong somewhat understands.

"It's like the Qin Dynasty's military system..." Su Yanqing commented, the more cities you attack, the greater the reward.

Zhu Wencong looked at Malik who was still praying. Westerners are still very loyal to God, especially when they do bad things.

Not to mention that people who don’t believe in God will believe in God when they meet Zhu Wencong, a true magic stick.

"I didn't expect foreign armies to be so unbearable..." Su Yanqing complained.

"You can't say that! The initial army is often like this. After all, the country has no tax revenue and there are too many places where money is needed.

Look at those rebels in the East who didn’t do this kind of thing and complete the initial accumulation of capital.

If you can pay wages, then the people below will listen to you. If you even owe wages, don't expect the people below to listen.

If they didn't burn down and smash up the southern farm, how could I take over smoothly?" Zhu Wenchong wished they were more brutal.

Su Yanting smiled and pointed her little finger at Zhu Wencong. It turned out that this was his wishful thinking.

"Did God tell you all this?" Su Yanqing suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Well! The secret must not be leaked! This is a secret!" Zhu Wencong will not explain too much. It is very popular to pretend to be a magician in this era.

"Why do I feel like it's not God from the West telling you, but the ancestors of your old Zhu family..." Su Yanqing doesn't believe in God.

Zhu Wencong remained silent. After he won the bet against the northern faction, countless people would want to pry into his secrets.

"Well...can I go? I have already confessed!" Malik suddenly asked.

"Wait a minute! There is something I want to cooperate with you on. I wonder if you are interested.

In other words, do you have great ambition and ability? I need strong friends like this." Zhu Wenchong pulled Malik.

Malik is a little confused. He has no contact with yellow people, let alone the possibility of cooperation.

At such a young age, Zhu Wencong does not look like the child of a big shot, but his behavior is very much like that of a big shot.
Chapter completed!