Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Marisas is located at the intersection of north and south America, and is also one of the areas with the greatest conflict between free states and slave states. As soon as the north and south declared war on each other, the leaders of the free and slave factions here first formed

Their respective cowboy teams launched harassing attacks on each other.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

As a burst of smoke rose from the firing of muskets, the two teams came into contact in the forest, holding high the flag of the Confederacy and the flag of the United States of America, each with hundreds of cowboys on their blue and white horse teams, and they were engaging in a fierce exchange of fire.

In this era, except for the Taiping Society where Hong Tiangui was located, few countries researched and equipped breech-loaded flintlock guns.

Therefore, because the front-loading muskets in the hands of the two opposing cowboy cavalry teams took too long to reload, after firing a round of guns, they both pulled out the weapons at their waists in a tacit understanding and rushed directly towards each other.

, and began to fight hand to hand.

"Kill those damn Dixiecrats!"

Among the two cowboy cavalry teams, the northern cavalry officer held his saber high and took the lead in charging towards the southern cowboys. He had a heroic and fearless temperament.

"Follow me and slaughter the northern bastards in front of you!"

Not to be outdone, the southern horse captain led the horses at the front of the team and attacked the Yankee leader on the opposite side.

In an instant.

Blood and pieces of flesh flew everywhere, and the sound of slashing and screams of pain echoed on the battlefield in the forest.

Just as the two horse teams from the north and the south were fighting hard, they were on the other side of the battlefield in the forest.

A team of about fifty people crawled in the low bushes of the jungle, using monocular binoculars to look at the fierce fighting battlefield not far away.

They were wearing brown-green camouflage uniforms.

This kind of clothing that only changed the dye in this era without further technical optimization allowed these people to be almost perfectly hidden in the jungle. Without a closer look, it was almost impossible to spot them from a distance.

"Comrade Guoliang, these people are really desperate!"

On the far left side of the team, Comrade Hua Yang, the ideological work director of the team, said to Ma Guoliang, the military commander of the team beside him.

"Of course they have to fight hard!"

"The last time this country snatched the colony of Mexico Phil was almost 20 years ago."

"After that, at least in the New World, there was no country that could threaten the survival of the United States of America. Although the country was stable, its military was increasingly exhausted."

"Although there is no shortage of senior officers on both sides, there is a large shortage of middle- and lower-level officers who actually lead troops."

Ma Guoliang responded to the comrades beside him in a low voice and continued.

"In the rear of Marisas, a large number of regular troops recruited by both the north and the south have begun to assemble."

"Who will be the middle and lower-level officers of these regular armies? Aren't they the ones who chopped off the most heads on the opponent's side and gained the most military exploits in these contact battles?"

Hearing Ma Guoliang's words, Comrade Hua Yang nodded.

This news is really not a secret. Although it was not stated explicitly in newspapers and broadcasts controlled by the Whig Party and the Democratic Party, it was hinted at many times.

Maybe the financial backers behind these cowboy teams look down upon the middle and lower-level positions in the military.

But the leaders of these cowboys and cavalry are themselves from local black gangs, and they are not looked down upon by lower-class white men who are willing to fight with their lives.

In the words of Shenzhou Daqing, those positions are also formal state officials after all!

While Ma Guoliang and Hua Yang were talking, the winner seemed to have been decided on the battlefield in front of them. Although the Southerners' cowboy cavalry suffered nearly two levels of casualties, they completely defeated the courage of the Northerners and won this victory.

Victory in a contact war.

"Okay, we've finished watching the fun!"

"After those Southern guys have collected their loot, let's move on!"

After seeing Comrade Hua Yang next to him nodding, Ma Guoliang turned back and said to the soldier behind him who had applied more tree sap to cover up his yellow race identity.

"Order everyone to continue heading northwest. The destination is Marcus Railway Station, 13 kilometers away."

"According to the information from our comrades in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the York train holding 120 of our compatriots will arrive at the station in four hours."

"We need to rescue them all!"

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As the armies of the North and South of the United States of America gathered, all high-level officials began to pay attention to the large-scale civil war that was about to begin.

Hong Tiangui also ordered members of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs disguised as local gangs to increase efforts to rescue compatriots in the warring areas.

Although he has not yet found out why the National Railway Alchemy Formation insists on using yellow people to build roads. However, Hong Tiangui, who considered the worst case scenario as much as possible, still let the Taiping Society use the greatest power in its hands to disrupt the actions of the mastermind behind the scenes.

At the same time, Hong Tiangui also went to the hospital to visit Miss Lin Miaoshan, an orthodox Chinese monk who was recuperating, and asked her for her opinions in this regard.

"Miss Lin, can you tell me what's the difference between the Chinese race and other races on this star?"

Hong Tiangui, who was wearing a "Taiping" cloak, inserted a bouquet of daffodils into a drop-shaped glass bottle in the ward, walked to the side of the hospital bed and looked at this delicate woman.

Lin Miaoshan has been lying in this clean ward for almost two months. Based on her original injury, it will take at least another month for her to fully recover.

Of course, for monks, if they want to recover quickly, it is not without means, but it requires the use of spiritual power.

The spiritual power to restore the wound cannot be "recycled" again. Miss Miaoshan, who is lacking in spiritual power, would not let it go!

Although Lin Miaoshan was still injured in the hospital bed and could not get out of bed, she was half-sit up and put on her clothes and looked in good spirits.

After hearing Hong Tiangui's question, his handsome brows wrinkled slightly and he said hesitantly.

"Fellow Daoist Hong, our Chinese race is indeed different from humans in other countries."

"oh?"

Unexpectedly, President Hong raised his brows and said to the monk on the hospital bed.

"Want to hear the details!"

Perhaps in the past, the information Hong Tiangui inquired about was secret information only known to the senior leaders of the big faction.

But in today's era when the end of the law is about to come and many of the ancient immortal sect's cultivation methods are spread among the common people, this is no secret news. Lin Miaoshan lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head to see Hong Tiangui staring at her.

Those eyes.

Her pretty face turned red, and she replied in a low voice, pretending to be indifferent.

"We are waiting for the vast land of China to be covered by a huge barrier of Kyushu."

"This is a mythological formation that has been handed down from the ancient Immortal Era before the ancient Ji Zhou Dynasty, when the historical heritage of Daoism was lost."

"According to the records of our ancestors, this great array had various incredible effects before the Christian era."

"Of course, with the advent of the end of the Western Yuan Dynasty, the Kyushu Barrier Formation is getting weaker and weaker."

"But at present, a small number of people in China still have a trace of innate spiritual energy remaining in their bodies."

"After the Christian era, those with a trace of innate spiritual energy were called spiritual roots by our Chinese monks. Only those with spiritual roots can enter the Tao!"

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