Chapter XXXVIII
Guan Zhuofan didn't answer McDowell's words, but smiled and shook his head: "Colonel, we can't accept this batch of shoes, when will the new shoes arrive?" β
McDowell was a little embarrassed and shrugged his shoulders: "I can't tell, General, you know, the orders from the factory are scheduled for half a year." β
Maybe the factory is really busy, maybe you take the benefits of others, but it's none of my business, I just want shoes that my soldiers can wear normally.
Can Guan Zhuofan give Simon? Cameron sent a telegram that the problem should be solved. But this order is solved, and the next order will pop up, so we have to find a more haode solution.
And, in these matters, Cameron himself is not necessarily a good bird.
He nodded: "I know, let's talk in another place." β
McDowell hesitated a little: "General, I still have a job ......"
But the general did not consult with him, Guan Zhuofan had already turned to leave, and Thurin glared at McDowell, so he had to swallow a mouthful of saliva and follow.
Guan Zhuofan ordered from afar: "Please invite all friends in Washington to come together." β
The group left the train station, hurried up, and came to the Xuanjun military camp after a while.
When the horse came to an open space in the center of the barracks, he stopped his mount, and TΓΊrin shouted: "Dismount!" The officers and soldiers of the guards jumped off their horses one after another, and several people from the quartermaster department of the Ministry of War had to dismount with them, and only Guan Zhuofan rode high on his horse.
In the clearing, there was a lonely wooden shelf, two standing logs, with a horizontal log in the middle, about the height of a half-ordinary adult male. There are two iron rings on the beam. There is an iron ring on each of the standing trees.
What is this thing for? Some of the quartermasters of the War Department were recognized, and their faces changed color; But McDowell really didn't recognize it, he had been sitting in the office, and when he was on a business trip, he was basically operating in places like warehouses, and he had never seen anything like this in the barracks.
Guan Zhuofan remembered something: "Colonel, who is your deputy?" β
McDowell was a little strange, but the deputy's strange behavior made him even more strange - as if he was swinging. He pointed to a small soldier next to him and said, "General, Major Burnside is my deputy. β
This Major Burnside happened to be the one who recognized what the wooden shelves were for.
Guan Zhuofan nodded. "Major," he said, "since Colonel McDowell is no longer able to perform his duties, from now on, I ask you to take over all his duties." β
McDowell's eyes widened, "What do you mean?!" - You want to remove me from office? General, I am from the Ministry of War, and I do not belong to the sequence of the Western Theater of Operations, and you do not have such powers! β
Guan Zhuofan said calmly: "I really don't have this power, and I didn't say that I would remove you from your position, I just said: You can no longer perform your duties." β
Shouted: "Put it on!" β
As soon as TΓΊrin waved his hand, two fierce guards stepped forward. One left and one right grabbed McDowell's arm, and Zhang Chenglin turned to McDowell. Grabbing his neckline, he sneered, and with a slam of his hands, there was a string of stabbing and crackling, and McDowell's military uniform had split into two pieces, and the sturdy copper buttons flew everywhere.
Then three times five divided by two, the outer clothes, shirts, and underwear were all stripped off, and the upper body was completely naked.
McDowell was horrified: "What are you going to do? I protest! I protest! β¦β¦β
He was not allowed to struggle, he had been pulled to the wooden shelf, and his two wrists were put on rope buckles, and the rope passed through the two iron rings on the crossbar, and with a hard pull on both sides, McDowell's fat body was hung up into a "big" figure, just as his heels were raised, and his toes were on the ground. The rope is then fastened to the iron rings on the standing timbers on both sides.
Zhang Chenglin already had a long and thick leather whip in his hand, and said loudly: "Please ask the marshal: How much to fight?" β
McDowell shouted on the shelf: "My uncle is a member of Congress!" β¦β¦β
Guan Zhuofan squeezed out four words between his teeth: "Just fight." β
"Wow!"
Before the words fell, Zhang Chenglin had already whipped out, and with the sound of the first crisp and then dull flesh being torn, McDowell shook his whole body as if he had been electrified, and let out a long, oozing scream, blood splashing out of his white back.
Guan Zhuofan frowned: "It's really ugly, it's really beating - until he doesn't call." β
Zhang Chenglin threw out one whip after another, and McDowell's screams were earth-shattering, enough to tear the eardrums of the people present. Several people in the quartermaster department of the Ministry of War had faces as white as paper, and their legs were like chaff.
In the past two days, Guan Zhuofan's heart seems to be blocked by something, and when he is idle, Wan'er's frightened look and crying red and swollen eyes always appear in his mind, as well as the uncontrollable trembling of his petite and soft body in his arms.
Now, with McDowell's screams one after another, the wool-like thing in his heart was slowly unblocked. A strange thought came to him: If my heart had an expression, my heart must be hideous and cheerful now.
Soon, McDowell's back was a bloody blur.
Finally, McDowell's cry was muffled.
Guan Zhuofan waved his hand: "It's okay." β
Zhang Chenglin stopped, and McDowell hung limply on the torture rack, his head hanging down. Everyone in the room smelled a foul smell coming from McDowell - he was incontinent, and he was incontinent together.
Guan Zhuofan waved his hand in disgust: "Take him off and rush, if you are still angry, let the doctor take a look; When he ran out of gas, he found a thin coffin, packed it and threw it back to Washington with the batch of shoes. β
Then he turned to the few men who were left in the Quartermaster Division of the War Department - all of them were faceless.
Guan Zhuofan said slowly: "Major Burnside, Brigadier General Smith has a list from him, which is what else I need and when I should receive these goods, do you understand?" β
"Report...... General, I, I understand. β
Guan Zhuofan nodded to General Smith: "General Smith, please follow up on the rest of the work, I will go back to the headquarters." β
Next, all kinds of military supplies sent to Chattanooga and Memphis from all over the country arrived quickly and accurately, even exceeding the requirements of the Western Theater of Operations, and there was no further obstruction.
Guan Zhuofan knew that there must be side effects in this matter, but no matter how big the side effects were, they couldn't win the battle.
What he doesn't know now is that the incident caused a huge stir in Washington.
There was a lot of noise in Congress. No matter what everyone thinks in their hearts, no one dares to say that the Western Theater is doing something wrong, but the spearhead is pointed at the Ministry of War. Cameron was forced to leave his post.
The driving force behind this was Lincoln.
Fundamentally, Cameron and Lincoln belong to different factions in the Republican Party, and they are the bigwigs of their respective hills, and they are rivals. Before the election, during the Republican primary, Cameron, like Lincoln, was a candidate, and Lincoln used the position of secretary of war as a bargaining chip in exchange for Cameron giving up the race and supporting himself instead.
Therefore, Cameron's position as Secretary of War implicitly has the intention of competing with Lincoln, and the president cannot intervene in many things in the War Department, and some policies are not so smoothly implemented.
During the war, the War Department was the most important position in the cabinet, and it must be firmly grasped in his hands, Lincoln took advantage of the God-given opportunity of the conflict between the War Department and the Western Theater of Operations, and signaled his descendants to attack Cameron in Congress. Stanton.
Guan Zhuofan is convenient for himself, there are people who are inconvenient, and some people are convenient, and he can't take care of these things for the time being, because the curtain of the Battle of Atlanta is about to open.
At this moment, Guan Zhuofan, the second-class Yiyong Marquis of Jiaen, arrived as the third-class Yiyong Gong, Guan Zhuofan thought, hey, I am Guan Gongye, but it sounds a little weird to read.
Needless to say, the headquarters of the Xuan Army is dancing with eyebrows; Sherman, Thomas, and others also warmly congratulated Kwan Zhuofan, and President Washington and President Lincoln himself sent congratulatory messages congratulating Duke Kwan on "undertaking more important work for the country." Guan Zhuofan expressed his gratitude either verbally or by calling back.
The newly formed Tennessee state government said it should hold a grand celebration for Grandpa Guan.
*(To be continued......)