Sheffield, who had done all this, clenched his fists and shook them twice, it was funny to say that he was actually not interested in the slave owners in the south, or even the southerners in general, even when he was looking for people to help him, he subconsciously blocked the people in the south. If it weren't for the slave states' views on the treatment of blacks and his appetite, he would not have bothered to think about how to manipulate the North.

The letter from Mexico is still an ordinary family letter, and the old Sheffield introduced the situation on the battlefield, and by the way, he ridiculed the fighting power of the Mexicans, but he still complained in the letter, Mexico knows the environment here very well, and always attacks them out of nowhere, but rarely fights head-on.

"Mexico's combat effectiveness is average, and it can only rely on its geographical advantages to carry out guerrilla warfare! However, the northern part of Mexico is vast and sparsely populated, and guerrilla warfare will not have much success, and it seems that malaria is still very serious! I knew that I should take care of myself with two black slaves when I left! Sheffield read the letter from his cheap dad carefully, as if he had seen the Mexican battlefield on the front line.

After thinking about it carefully, I told the situation of the plantation after the two left, including the expansion of the plantation, but Sheffield still concealed the matter of the Underground Railroad, and then Sheffield hesitated with a pen, and still did not write down the matter of the US Navy's stay in the port, the first is to keep it secret, and the second is because the letter does not know how long it will take to get to the old Sheffield, the port of New Orleans is not far from Mexico, and once the attack begins, it may be earlier than the letter arrives.

To be honest, communication was really inconvenient during the war, and now the brilliant United States is still in its infancy, and it is okay to fight a group of scum with a combat strength of only five in Mexico, and it is far from the world policeman who has the halo of a leading generation in later generations. It's good to be able to guarantee communication, but how long it will take to deliver depends on the mood.

In recent days, the port has been very lively, with dozens of warships carrying 10,000 soldiers staying in the port, making the already somewhat cold New Orleans lively again, and soldiers wearing sailor uniforms or dark blue army uniforms are shuttling through the streets. It's like a group of rural buns entering the city.

This is not to say that these soldiers have not seen the world, but not that there is a big difference between the north and the south of the United States, and New Orleans has strong traces of France and Spain, which is of great interest to some northern soldiers.

Sheffield naturally did not miss it, he also took Martin around idly, and from time to time he saw some black people greeting him on the street, and these black people all bowed their heads and greeted Sheffield with humble smiles, half respectful and half afraid.

"I can't see that I'm still quite popular!" Sheffield muttered to himself triumphantly, "Am I the protector of the black hearts of New Orleans now?" What do you think? Martin ......"

"The benevolent master is naturally the patron saint of us blacks! You are the one who gives us a stable life! Martin's face was reverent, he didn't know about other black people, but for him, the change of fate began when Sheffield entered the plantation, and as for the shadow of old Sheffield, it has slowly begun to fade away.

Sheffield's slap is pretty cool, but he won't say it! This feeling of selling people and helping you count the money is so wonderful, I just don't know if one day he asks Martin to kill his eldest brother, will this carefully cultivated black slave do the same.

"A little guy who hasn't grown up yet walks with a, southerners are really interesting!" Sheffield frowned and looked at a bakery not far away, the freshly baked bread tasted good, but it couldn't hide the bad breath of several people, four or five white people in sailor uniforms were waiting for the bread to come out, and the voice just now was said by one of them.

Sheffield walked over slowly, and said without humility or arrogance, "Gentlemen, aren't you locals by listening to the accent, Yankey?" It's hard work for you to come here from the north with the navy, but I must warn you of one thing. Although we southerners are slaves, only we can scold our own slaves, and you are not qualified to do so......"

"What do you say, little one! Hurry up and go home to your mother...... "A sailor pushed Sheffield, which fully shows the shit-like quality of American soldiers in this era, if it weren't for the worse quality of the Mexican army, this war is really hard to say.

Sheffield, who had been pushed, turned to the bakery owner and asked, "How long is the next bread?" The appearance of honor and disgrace made several northern sailors laugh again, and the scene of being ridiculed by the Yankey even the bakery owner couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "There are still ten minutes to ......."

"Thank you, your business is good!" Sheffield led Martin out of the way to a corner, and said lightly, "How far is this from the place where the black freedmen are to work?" Call those men to me at once, the time has come for the slaves to turn over and become masters, don't I give you a chance......"

The so-called black freedmen of this era did much the same thing as slaves on the plantation. They are all engaged in the lowest level of labor, the hardest and most tiring heavy physical labor in exchange for their chance to survive.

The black freedmen standing on the street are like goods, waiting for the opportunity to work! Like the women in the leather and meat trades, there are more than a dozen of these places in New Orleans where blacks are waiting for work, and Sheffield hopes that the nearest one will not be too far away from him.

Waving his hand to let Martin go down to run errands, Sheffield found a step and sat down, according to which several sailors not far away turned back to Sheffield from time to time while waiting for bread, but all this was ignored by him.

"Stupid humans, just a few volunteers! Do you really think I dare not do anything to you? Sheffield Shi Ran took out a cigar, squatted on the steps and swallowed the clouds, his eyes looking directly at the sailors.

Less than halfway through a cigar, Martin ran out of the corner, followed by nearly twenty sturdy black men, who looked like they had been running all the time, their naked upper bodies dripping with sweat, as if they had been smeared with a layer of grease.

Martin ran to Sheffield's side out of breath and said in a rough manner, "Master, these people are going to come and help!" ”

"It seems that there are not many places to work today, and there are still so many residents of the town who are not looking for jobs!" Sheffield turned his head to look at the stunned sailors, raised his hand and pointed at the sailors and said, "It doesn't matter, beat them up for me!" Today you take your family to the plantation, and today the plantation takes care of the food......"

As soon as Sheffield's words fell, more than two dozen black strong men rushed over with a shout and picked up a few sailors, and after a round, several sailors were all knocked to the ground, and each sailor was punched and kicked by an average of four or five black men, "Huh? It's like a drop of milk in a cup of coffee, yes, what a metaphor! Listening to the sound of punches and the threat of a few sailors, Sheffield felt that the day was really fulfilling.