1855 United States Tycoon

Dorothea hugged Mr. Odder's body in this way, and stumbled along the road to the manor where the smoke was coming. Mrs. Stephen came up several times, trying to hold Odd for Dorothea. Mr. De. But Dorothea hugged her tightly, and no matter what Mrs. Stephen said, she bit her lip tightly without chewing.

Countless manors are burning, not only houses, but also fields and woods. The Yankee ignited everything that could be ignited. Thick black smoke rose up and covered the entire sky. The originally bright noon suddenly turned into dark night. The air was full of the smell of various things being burnt. Mrs. Stephen coughed violently and followed. Dorothea's back.

"Miss, hide, Yankee, Yankee is here!" Mrs. Stephen screamed in surprise.

Dorothea raised her head, and with the help of the flames of the fire, she saw that a large black crowd was approaching them. Those people cheered like a group of wolves, laughing wildly, and came to face each other. Some people laughed wildly while shooting randomly into the sky. With the flames rising to the sky behind them, these people looked like monsters crawling out of the open flames of The Underworld.

Dorothea found that she couldn't find a place to avoid such a large group of monsters. She could only hold her father and stand on the side of the road.

The wolves passed by her in noisy manner, and their hands and bodies were full of "trophies" plundered along the way. One guy even used a gorgeous women’s long dress as a belt and tied it around his waist indiscriminately. Another guy, holding a donkey in one hand, was covered with all kinds of things on his back, even curtains and There are wooden chairs.

"Little girl, is there anything valuable on you? Uncle wants to requisition it." A wretched Fatty carrying a wine bottle in one hand suddenly stopped in front of Dorothea.

"You, you bastard! How dare you..." Mrs. Stephen rushed up and stood in front of Dorothea.

"Smelly bitch! You're looking for death!" The wretched Fatty picked up the wine bottle and smashed it on Mrs. Stephen's face.

The bottle was broken, and Mrs. Stephen's face was red, not knowing whether it was blood or wine. Mrs. Stephen shook her head and fell down in a low voice.

"Mrs. Stephen!" Dorothea exclaimed.

"Give it to me!" Fatty threw down the wine bottle, grabbed the necklace around Dorothea's neck-it was left to her by Dorothea's mother-and then pulled it hard, directly breaking the chain. Thread, pulled it over.

"You give it back to me, you villain," Dorothea scolded.

"Smelly bitch! Don't wanting face!" Fatty glared blood-red eyes, and tore off the body of Mr. Odder that Dorothea was holding and threw it on the ground. Weeping and exclaiming, she grabbed Dorothea by the neckline and pulled Dorothea over. He kept that plump face until it was less than a fist away from Dorothea’s face, and the smell of alcohol that came out of his mouth was so much that Rocia almost fainted. Passed.

"Hey, you bitch, what else are you hiding? Let me search for it..." The Fatty showed a wretched and terrifying smile.

"Enough, Roger! Let go of her!" A voice rang.

Fatty let go of Dorothea, and Dorothea immediately squatted down, hugging Mr. Odder who had fallen on the ground and burst into tears.

"Andre, I want you to be nosy!" Fatty muttered.

"You only have the ability to bully women." said a tall ensign. His body was empty, with nothing except a saber and a revolver around his waist.

"It's messy now. Be careful. Don't conflict with those soldiers. Give them what they want." The ensign jumped from the horse, walked over, and said softly to Dorothea.

"Hey, Andre, let's go, there is a large manor ahead!" someone shouted.

"You go first, I'll follow up later." Andre replied.

The queue just passed by Dorothea, infantry, cavalry, artillery, heavy soldiers... They screamed, laughed, and sang songs and walked by them. Andre kept standing with his horse. By Dorothea...

The flow of people gradually dwindled, and Andre bent down and said to Dorothea, who was still sobbing, "The war is about to end and everything will be fine. I'm leaving, take care of myself and live well!" After that, he jumped on the horse and walked two steps by the horse. Then he looked back and then he waved his whip and galloped forward.

After a while, Mrs. Stephen woke up with a moan of pain.

"Dorothea Miss, Dorothea Miss!" As soon as she opened her eyes, Mrs. Stephen yelled in horror.

"Mrs. Stephen, you are awake," Dorothea said.

"Dorothea Miss! It's great that you're okay. They don't..."

"They took my necklace." Dorothea said, "Let's go."

"Well, Dorothea Miss, let me give you a hug."

"No, Mrs. Stephen, I can do it!"

The entire manor had been burned to ashes, the houses had been burnt to darkness, the roof had been burned out, and only the blackened walls were left. There are also some black wood strips that have not been completely extinguished are smoking.

Dorothea hugged her father's body, walked around the piles of ashes, and walked forward. Over there, is her mother's cemetery.

Compared to the surroundings, Dorothea's mother's cemetery was not damaged. Except for some roses next to them that were burned, the others were fine.

Dorothea gently put her father down and said to Mrs. Stephen: "Go and find me a shovel."

"Okay, Dorothea Miss" Mrs. Stephen turned and left. After a long time, Mrs. Stephen ran back empty-handed: "Dorothea Miss, those damn Yankees, stole everything from the house, not even a shovel was left."

"Then find a sharper stick!" Dorothea yelled suddenly out of control.

"With the support of the Navy, General Sherman's army swept the entire Mississippi. The den of the rebels (the president of the Confederate Union is a native of Mississippi) is burning blazingly, our army correspondent Lance interviewed General Sherman called on the rebels in the South to stop their unnecessary resistance...

The general replied: "I just want the whole Mississippi state to cry and howl! I want the whole Mississippi to become The Underworld! I want all Mississippi people-regardless of men, women, young and old, poor and rich, to feel unforgettable. The pain! My legion will destroy Mississippi and soon!...If people think I am cruel and cruel, I will tell them that war is war, and its purpose is not to win people’s favor! War is The Underworld! If you want to stop all this and want peace, you and your loved ones should put down their weapons and stop this war!'

Regarding his new goal, General Sherman said: ‘We must remove and destroy all obstacles, kill everyone, take every inch of land, and confiscate every property as long as we think it’s necessary. In a word-ruthlessly destroy everything we see! "..."

"What a beast!" Scrooge sighed.

"No, Mr. MacDonald." Elizabeth put down the paper and said excitedly, "I think General Sherman did a great job. They deserve it! If I were a man, I would also join General Sherman's army. A torch burns all the south! Those southerners are damned! There is no need to discern them at all. If you see one, kill one to ensure that you won't be wronged! I really love General Sherman so much."

"Elizabeth, pay attention to own image!" Scrooge said dissatisfied. "If you can't control your own emotions like this, when I go to Mississippi, I have to consider whether I want to take you there."

"Mr. Macdonald, I promise that when there are outsiders, I will control my own emotions. I will even show sympathy to those damn slave owners and say to them:'I'm so sad to see you like this. Now.'" Elizabeth said hurriedly.

"Just remember it." Scrooge said, "Don't cause me trouble then. Also, go find Mr. Dunn for me. I'm going to prepare an article to criticize Sherman. Head beast."

"Well, yes, Mr. MacDonald."

"Recently, General Sherman's progress on the battlefield is certainly gratifying, but I also have to mention some other things. The attack on the rebels is important, but we must grasp the scope and measure. You must know. Although the rebels are our enemies, not all the people of the South are our enemies, and even if they are the rebels, once the war is over, they will become our compatriots again. I have to say, General Sherman When dealing with them, I was too harsh. In addition, I have to blame myself. When drafting the Washington Declaration, I did not consider how to protect civilians in war. I hope that in the near future, we will be able to protect civilians. Add relevant content to the "Washington Declaration"... Hehe, Mr. Macdonald must have written such an article considering his future business in Mississippi. Maybe I should talk to Sherman There are things you can do, but you can’t yell like he did. Well, with Sherman’s trouble, the South must be a mess, Robert, you’re now in trouble, what should you do?” Put down the newspaper, Grant The general laughed.

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