Guan Zhuofan saw it in his eyes and asked, "Jacqueline, do you have relatives in Atlanta?" ”

Jacqueline turned her head and said softly, "Yes, not a lot." But I don't move around too much, and the closest one is my cousin. ”

She worries about the safety of her loved ones. But there is no excuse for this, because it is himself who is shooting at the city.

Guan Zhuofan was silent for a moment, and said gently: "You don't have to worry too much, they should no longer be in the city at this time." After a pause, he added, "They will go south, to Macon." ”

Jacqueline nodded, "I know, they will also go to Jonesboro, and many of my relatives will go to Jonesboro. ”

Guan Zhuofan wanted to say that Jonesboro was not safe, but his mouth just opened, and he held back.

Jacqueline sighed softly, "I want to go to Jonesboro too." ”

Oh, what about the weishenme?

Jacqueline smiled slightly: "Commander-in-Chief Guan, I am from Jonesboro, and I have lived in Jonesboro from birth to before I got married. ”

Guan Zhuofan secretly screamed ashamed and said, "I'm sorry, Jacqueline, I don't know. ”

Jacqueline said softly, "It's okay, you're too busy, and I didn't tell you about it." ”

She brushed her sideburns with her hand and continued, "My father and Uncle Henry came to Savannah from France, Uncle Henry stayed in Savannah, and my father continued inland and made his home in Jonesboro. When my cousin and I grew up, she married from Savannah to Atlanta, and I married from Jonesboro to Savannah. ”

I see.

Jacqueline turned her head back to the window, and that direction was south, Atlanta. A little further south. It's Jonesboro.

"I really want to go back to my Tara to have a look......"

Tala? Did I hear me right? Guan Zhuofan was stunned. I couldn't help but ask, "Tara?" ”

Jacqueline didn't notice the strangeness of Guan Zhuofan's tone, and said, "Yes, Tara, it's a beautiful plantation, and I've lived there since I was a child. However, it was sold not long after my mother died—oh, my father died earlier. Then, I married Savannah. ”

On her delicate and supple face. There was a mixture of melancholy, confusion, and anticipation: "But I really want to be able to go back to Tara and have a ......"

Guan Zhuofan's mind was buzzing, thinking: Did I really wear the wrong one? Worn into a novel or movie?

He settled down and said, "After the battle, I will accompany you." ”

Jacqueline trembled slightly, obviously Guan Zhuofan's answer was her surprise. She turned her head again, her beautiful pale green eyes sparkling with moisture, but the expression on her face was a strange mixture of excitement and sadness. This expression made Guan Zhuofan feel faintly uneasy in his heart.

She whispered, "Xiexie, you." ”

The atmosphere was subtly silent.

Jacqueline found that Guan Zhuofan's tea was already cold, and said, "I asked Mia to come in and change a cup of tea for you." Then the rope bell rang.

Mia. Arendt came in. Her satin blonde hair swayed in front of Guan Zhuofan.

The girl, although only seventeen years old. can behave calmly and elegantly, not to mention appearance, just talk about this temperament, how can she be a servant?

Guan Zhuofan also noticed that Mia's fingers were slender and tender, and she was not used to doing rough work at all.

There was also a strange look on her face, very out of place for her age: it was an inexplicable sadness and anxiety, which, though tried to conceal it, would still be revealed from time to time.

After Mia withdrew, Guan Zhuofan finally couldn't help it, and said, "Jacqueline, uh, this Mia ......"

Jacqueline tilted her head slightly, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face: "You only ask now, it's not easy to endure it for so long." ”

Kwan Zhuofan was greatly embarrassed, but fortunately Jacqueline did not continue to play in this regard, she said: "I know what you are thinking - you guessed it right, Mia is not a maidservant, her father is a university professor. ”

Oh?

Jacqueline continued: "Prussian immigrants, a very handsome gentleman. Mia's mother, who was my friend, was also very beautiful, and when they got married, everybody said they were a beautiful couple. ”

"Unfortunately, this beautiful, learned, and gentlemanly man had one bad thing: he was addicted to gambling. In a gamble, he loses everything, the gold, the house, the horses, and Mia's mom and Mia. ”

"The creditor captured him and Mia's mother, and Mia fled to my house. At that time, I was about to leave for Atlanta, so I brought her with me—Savannamia must not be able to stay still. ”

"I said to my cousin and cousin-in-law: Mia is my handmaid, otherwise they would not have received her. Oh, and you probably don't know exactly this cousin-in-law of mine, Willie. Mr. Hill. ”

Guan Zhuofan thought to himself: I should understand, this is a person who will not spend a piece of unjust money.

No wonder Mia had such a look on her face.

Jacqueline smiled, "Mia is your true admirer. Mr. Arendt's family, though not Federalists, were opponents of slavery, which they considered the most inhumane system in the Shijie. In Mia's mind, you are the liberator of the slaves. ”

Is it? Guan Zhuofan thought, I don't know what I am in your mind?

Jacqueline seemed to see through his thoughts, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips: "It's a pity that I'm not a Federalist either, and I don't even plan to stand up against slavery." I'm just a woman, a woman who wants the war to end sooner. And you, my knight, may be able to do it for me. ”

Guan Zhuofan was a little embarrassed, and even a little fluttery.

Jacqueline's tone became solemn: "Yixuan, maybe you can help Mia." I mean, after your army enters Savannah. ”

That's right.

The smile returned to Jacqueline's face, "Mia would be happy to repay her hero—you know, she's still a virgin." ”

Guan Zhuofan rarely makes a big red face, why do you always deliberately embarrass me? In front of him, Mia's brilliant blonde hair, blue eyes, and the girl's newly developed youthful slender figure couldn't help but appear, and her heart warmed up slightly.

The Northern bombardment of Atlanta put a lot of pressure on Hood, and if he didn't come up with an effective response, it wouldn't be long before Atlanta would be an empty city, leaving only the old people who couldn't walk and the poor who had nowhere to go.

The situation on both the east and west flanks is dire.

To the east, the Northern Army was firing artillery into the city without play, and digging trenches without playing, and these trenches stretched like spider webs towards the Southern positions, and in the nearest place, the soldiers of the North and South armies could hear each other's voices. Some even dug directly into the trenches of the Southern Army.

Skirmishes are constantly taking place, positions are broken through small pieces of ground, and the second line of defense has become so broken that it threatens to collapse at any moment.

The Northern Army never formed a formal offensive formation, but always wandered around the Southern positions out of nowhere—many times they got behind the Southern positions, and the integrity of the Southern positions no longer existed.

To the west, the Sherman Department has cut off Atlanta's westbound rail line to Birmingham, Alabama, and is approaching a rail line southwest of Atlanta to Montgomery, Alabama.

If the railroad line between Atlanta and Montgomery was cut off, Atlanta would be left with the Macon Railroad heading south to Savannah, and the city's safety would be tied to a line, which was too dangerous, so Hood decided to strike again to break Sherman's attempt to cut off the Atlanta-Montgomery railroad line.

The battle began at Azeila Church, a few miles west of Atlanta, where the Montgomery Railroad would pass east into Atlanta.

This time Hood failed to repeat his old tricks, and the Sherman Memphis Regiment preemptively reached the position near the church of Ezela, and built a log breastwork, a seemingly simple fortification that was actually quite effective against soft lead bullets that did not penetrate very well, and Hood did not pull the cannon over, and committed the mistake of adding fuel to the tactic.

The first attack of the Southern Army threw in a division, which was quickly repulsed by the Northern Army. Hood re-sent two divisions, again launched a futile frontal assault, and was again repulsed. In fact, as early as the first attack, the soldiers lost their fighting spirit, and the only obsessed one was Hood himself.

*(To be continued......)