New Ming Empire mixed in America

At the same time that the artillery started firing, the horse-drawn carriages with rotating machine guns were already rushing towards the cavalry troops of the California militia.

The speed of a carriage pulled by two horses is much slower than that of cavalry.

But after the rotating machine gun mounted on the carriage fired, no one cared whether the carriage was going faster or slower.

As long as they could keep up with the speed of the cavalry, it would be fine. When the cavalry realized something was wrong and tried to escape from the side of the battlefield, they were beaten terribly by the rotating machine gun carriage stuck behind their butts.

As long as those war horses with transparent plastic plates hanging on their bodies are not killed immediately, they will be beaten into pieces by the rotating machine gun on the carriage.

Although plastic plates cannot protect against lead bullets, they still have some protection against sabers, especially cavalry sabers that are not as fast.

If it is a saber swung by a cavalry charging at high speed, it will be cut open by you, let alone a plastic plate, even armor, so this is a psychological comfort.

After the battle was over, only a small number of cavalry escaped, and the remaining infantry did not have such good luck.

Because the machine gun carriage could not catch up with the cavalry, it began to chase the infantry.

The result of a line formation encountering machine guns and artillery is that the fields will be littered with corpses.

Except for a few machine-gun carriages where the horses pulling the carriages were killed, resulting in the sacrifice of the Wehrmacht soldiers on board, the rest of the Wehrmacht could be said to be unscathed.

But from now on, it is estimated that it will be difficult to encounter field battles like this, because after this battle is over and others are prepared, the tactics will become more flexible.

I'm not a fool, so I won't let you kill me forever.

It was already two days before word of the battle in north Oakland reached Sacramento.

The fleeing cavalry borrowed a telegram from a certain town's post office to report the fiasco to Sacramento.

When this telegram was sent to Stanford, Stanford's face seemed to have aged ten years instantly and lost its former vigor.

"Nearly ten thousand people, so the nearly ten thousand militiamen are gone?"

Holding the telegraph newspaper, he walked to the office window and looked at the streets of Sacramento for a long time without saying a word.

In order to support the Western Expedition to Auckland, he spent almost all of his family's financial and material resources.

If the telegram had arrived earlier and the subsequent supplies could not have been shipped, it would have been a huge sum of money.

The Stanford family has suffered two losses and can be said to be bankrupt.

"Mr. Stanford, Mr. Stanford, I heard that our soldiers were wiped out by the Easterners on the front line. Is it true?"

A newspaper reporter saw Stanford coming out of the office and immediately shouted loudly in the crowd.

The old-fashioned camera that had been set up a long time ago also emitted a flash of light.

But unfortunately, due to insufficient exposure time, Stanford's appearance was blurred into a black shadow.

Ignoring the newspaper reporters who were still chattering until their death, he successfully got into the carriage with his entourage leading the way.

After arriving at City Hall, Stanford immediately saw Governor John Downey sitting in the main seat.

"You succeeded!" Stanford stared at the governor fiercely. If it weren't for the distance, he would have wanted to slap the governor's hairy face with the aluminum alloy crutch in his hand.

"You succeeded in destroying California at your own hands, you Irish jackass!"

"What do you get when the Orientals take over California?"

"You let more than 10,000 California boys die in Oakland, including San Francisco and San Jose. Your hands are stained with the blood of Californians, you devil!"

With trembling hands, Stanford took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at Governor John Downey.

I don't know whether it was because he was too excited or because he was not good at using firearms, but the pistol fell to the ground.

"Okay, stop pretending, everyone here knows you are desperate."

The governor sat on a chair with a cigar in his mouth, quietly watching Stanford's performance.

If someone else pointed a gun at him, the governor would definitely hide immediately.

But it was Stanford, the old fox, who pointed the gun at him. He was not worried at all that the other party would shoot.

We are all foxes of thousands of years, what kind of gossip are you playing with me?

Pouting his lips, the governor changed into a comfortable position on the chair, and then said:

"The Orientals will soon send their soldiers to take over all of California..."

At this point, his words were interrupted by Stanford's excited voice:

"We still have many citizens who are willing to pick up rifles and fight for California..."

Glancing at Stanford, who had been sitting at the conference table for some time, the governor ignored him and continued:

"After those Easterners take over California, I think your property will definitely not be preserved, so why not cooperate with the Easterners?"

Having said this, the governor glanced at all the congressmen in the conference room. Seeing that these people did not jump up to refute him for the first time but were eagerly waiting for him to speak, he felt very accomplished.

"All the Orientals want is this piece of land in California. We can sell California to those Orientals!"

After the governor finished speaking, he looked with satisfaction at the members of the House of Representatives who had begun the discussion, and he began to sleep with peace of mind.

"How do we...how do we make California more valuable?"

One council member raised his hand and asked loudly.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes returned to the governor.

"I have said that all the Easterners want is the land in California, so we can call on people to leave California and live in Oregon."

The governor told everyone what he thought and then stopped talking, believing that someone would ask the question they all wanted to know.

"So how much money will we get?"

Finally, a voice asked what all the congressmen were thinking.

When everyone followed the sound and looked over to see who the anxious guy was, they suddenly found Mr. Stanford standing up.

"My family's property is worth a lot of money. Will those Orientals compensate me?"

If anyone wants to say who least wants California to be annexed by the Xinming Empire, it is undoubtedly Stanford.

Because all his family businesses are in California, and they are very large.

"The Orientals offered a total of three million dollars to buy the entire clean California!"

The governor emphasized the word "clean" so that all the congressmen could clearly hear what he meant.

"Three million U.S. dollars?" Stanford's voice suddenly rose: "Our family's property is more than three million U.S. dollars!"

"That is your family's property, and the money can be shared among the thirteen gentlemen here including me."

The governor's voice was still calm. He stood up and looked at everyone in the conference room and said:

"If any of you don't want to, you can withdraw. I think... if there is one less person, we can just get an extra share!"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to Stanford, who wanted to say something.

"Yes...yes, a family is a family...I am me, and I agree with Mr. Governor's proposal. But we should sit down and discuss how to divide the money..."

Stanford, who felt a little numb after being watched by everyone, sat back in his chair and gently brought the topic to how to divide the money.

At this point, his Stanford reputation is no longer what it used to be.

When the militia was not defeated, he could walk sideways in the parliament, but after the militia was completely wiped out...

If he hadn't reacted quickly and rushed here after receiving the telegram today, he might not have even been qualified to join.

Look at the congressmen here, almost all of them are traitors to the governor.

Of course, this faction has changed since he joined it.

How can this be considered traitorous?

Californians should have the final say on matters in California!