New Ming Empire mixed in America

"Martin, I heard that those Easterners respect their emperor very much. If you really do this, you will probably anger those Eastern soldiers!"

The same young man just now spoke again to stop his companion.

It's a pity that his kindness did not get the reward it deserved, but instead he was laughed at even louder.

"You wretch who can only hide behind your sister, we even burned the portrait of the traitor Jefferson, why can't we burn the head of the Emperor of the East?"

After he finished speaking, he led some people to light the banners that had been soaked in kerosene and the portrait of Li Mingqi.

"Fire!"

Liu Lizhi's voice was filled with anger. These people dared to insult the national flag of the Xinming Empire and their Emperor in front of them.

No matter who these people are, they are dead!

Immediately, the sound of the rotating machine gun began to sound rhythmically, and at the same time, densely packed grenades were thrown directly at the cheering mob.

Because the National Defense Forces did not fire immediately, these mobs who pushed forward to a distance of thirty meters in front of the position were directly in trouble.

Even the regular armies of the North and the South had never seen this scene of hundreds of rotating machine guns firing simultaneously, let alone them.

In just two minutes of free fire, those who were so proud just now were left with only more than a hundred lucky ones who were relatively far away.

The rest were either torn apart by bullets or blown to the ground by grenades!

"Those Orientals fired!"

Confederate soldiers stationed near the Wehrmacht position screamed in surprise when they heard the gunshots.

They are here just to guard against those Easterners attacking downtown Santa Fe.

When the townspeople gathered here just now, they were nervous. When they saw that the townspeople were heading towards the Eastern defense line, they felt relieved.

Parading on a battlefield is stupid in the first place, but it is even more stupid to parade in front of Orientals who do not understand the language.

"What on earth did those unfortunate fellows do to get those Orientals to shoot right away?"

A Confederate officer put down his lunch and ran to the parapet and asked the soldier on guard.

"Those fools must have burned the Eastern flags and the portraits of their emperors in front of them. When I passed by here just now, I saw them pouring kerosene on them."

A Confederate soldier who had just watched the whole process with a telescope replied with gloating:

"I heard that people in the East regard their emperors as gods, and now those people have successfully angered those soldiers."

After listening to the soldier's words, the officer raised his binoculars and looked at the battlefield in the distance.

But the distance was really far, so he could only see some blurry images.

I put down the telescope in disappointment and could only wait until the scouts came back to get the conclusion.

"Don't those idiots know to understand the customs of the Orientals before they parade? What's the difference between this and burning a cross in front of a priest?"

The officer couldn't help but curse after hearing the intensive gunfire in the distance.

But as he listened, his expression changed, because the gunfire from the East never stopped.

"Fake, those Easterners really have weapons that can shoot continuously!"

Finally, the officer remembered some rumors about the Eastern army.

Now looking at the actual situation, what kind of rumors are they? They are simply facts!

But then there was an explosion sound, which made his face start to turn pale.

"They...they...how many artillery pieces do they have? Why are the explosions so dense?"

In disbelief, he raised the telescope again and looked into the distance. Although it was blurry, he could still see groups of exploding fires emerging in the telescope.

"Gather the soldiers together, quickly!"

Throwing away the telescope, the officer shouted loudly: "Let everyone move, we need to get more sandbags or rocks, the Easterners have too many artillery!"

Just as the Confederate soldiers were reinforcing the defense lines outside the city, the New Mexico militiamen had already exploded!

"Attack, attack, we have to rescue those innocent townspeople!"

The governor who planned all this did not care about the puddles on the ground soiling his leather boots, and jumped directly from the carriage.

As soon as the explosion from the direction of the Oriental sounded, he knew that his political career was over.

As long as he was just firing to warn or drive away, he could still remain calm, and even if the Orientals shot and killed some people, he would not frown.

But now those Easterners have used artillery, and this is the rhythm of total annihilation.

If all the townspeople he organized died, then he wouldn't have to live.

Originally, he was thinking of using this method to get more townspeople to join the militia to fight against those damn Southern troops and Easterners.

Even in order to make all New Mexico residents share the same hatred, he also arranged for hotshots among the marchers, preparing to find time to kill several townspeople to frame the blame on the Orientals.

Now all his arrangements have lost their effect, and those Easterners have done a better job than he imagined.

Now the inhabitants must be fighting to the death with the Oriental, and he is finished at the same time.

"What are you still doing? Attack! You cowards, bastards, piece of shit!"

The governor's voice resounded throughout the militia camp, and he personally picked up a rifle and ran toward the Eastern defense lines.

Under his leadership, the militiamen who had been frightened by the intensive gunfire from the East also regained their composure, and their eyes became red because of the murder of their relatives.

Immediately, a militia team of more than 4,000 people rushed towards the National Defense Forces' position in a chaotic manner.

Now the governor is very grateful that in order to prevent accidents from happening, the militiamen were stationed as close to the National Defense Force positions as possible.

If an accident really happens now, rescue should be in time.

When those Easterners saw the militiamen appearing, they believed that they would let the residents go because they were on guard against the militiamen.

"God bless, I hope everything comes in time!"

The governor only had time to pray and rushed out of the woods. The tragic scene a few hundred meters away made him unable to believe his eyes.

Corpses, corpses everywhere!

The New Mexico militiamen who rushed out later also screamed in surprise.

But unlike the governor's wailing, they were shouting in anger, and then everyone rushed towards the National Defense Forces camp like enraged bison...

It was already midnight by the time Li Mingqi received the battle report.

After receiving this battle report, Li Mingqi directly ordered the third brigade to advance toward New Mexico.

At the same time, Liu Erhe was called to ask the imperial guards to prepare for battle.

Now that the war has started, it would be better to occupy New Mexico directly. Then speed up the construction of the railway and try to get an outlet in the Gulf of Mexico before the winner is decided between the North and the South.

As for whether he would be attacked jointly by the North and the South, Li Mingqi was not worried.

Although the United States in later generations glorified both sides in the Civil War, this cannot conceal the fact that both sides were in the same boat at that time.

Otherwise, the number of people who died in the Civil War would not have reached 750,000, not including the more than 400,000 people who were disabled.

What the Xinming Empire needs to do now is to send troops to prevent the small number of soldiers who may appear from sneak attacks.