readx;?h2>"I've killed too many people, and I can't recover in ten years!" ”

Jujuan rode on his horse and stopped on the road for a long time, but he had no intention of starting again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He was now on his way to Chicago, with only a few hundred guards, and he did not play the banner of King Donghua. Because this trip to Chicago was a secret operation, only a few high-ranking people in the North American Army Command knew about it. Shortly after leaving St. Louis, Juan had seen this scene more than once—on the side of the road, at some unknown point, piles up with corpses, many of which had rotted and emitted an unpleasant temperature. Looking at the clothes worn by these corpses, most of them are civilians, white civilians, men and women, old and young.

"Some of them are guerrillas, some are hostages!" A Chinese officer who was following Juan whispered. "There were many such people, the whites of the occupied territories were mostly against us, and the garrison had to resort to drastic measures. including the capture of hostages and the execution of ......"

"Needless to say, I know it all!" Juan waved his hand. Of course he does! The order was signed by him.

In every town where the whites gathered, hostages had to be surrendered - not all whites fled before the arrival of the Chinese army, many did not have such conditions, and many did not have time to escape. And once the Chinese army is ambushed there, the whites there will either hand over the murderer, or the Chinese army will execute the hostages! In addition, all arrested guerrillas, men, women and children, were killed. The bodies of the killed guerrillas are piled up at intersections for viewing.

"My lord, in the past two months, the activities of the guerrillas have been greatly reduced, and the whites are much more tamed than in the past." Another officer, who was a little older, chimed in.

Even the mob in North America is afraid of death! Under Juan's policy of terror, revolts are decreasing. At least Juan would be perfectly safe on the road with a few hundred cavalry.

"Let's go, let's go to the town ahead for a night's rest, and then we'll hit the road again." Jujuan looked up, looked at the lead-gray sky, and commanded.

The town in front is a typical central American town with a Russian name, and the first inhabitants are supposed to come from somewhere in Russia. Now a company of Chinese troops was stationed in the town - and the Chinese army had to devote a large number of troops to control the occupied area because of the occupation of more and more land that was formerly belonging to the whites. By mid-February 1877, the Chinese army had very limited forces available for the front-line offensive, and the offensive had to be halted.

When Juan entered the town, an execution had just taken place, and two white boys had been hanged from a large tree on charges of possession of firearms. The occupying forces will certainly not allow the people of the occupied territories to carry guns! There is only one consequence of being found to be in possession of a firearm...... It's death!

"Put them down, they're still kids...... It's still a child! Juan looked at the two overly young victims and said to a very young Chinese lieutenant company commander who looked like a half-race child who came to greet him.

"Yes, Colonel." The lieutenant glanced at Juan's rank on his shoulder, and then at the bearded mixed-race face, and suddenly did not recognize the other party as "the great King Juan". However, he complied with Juan's orders and ordered two soldiers to untie the hanged boy, and two white women, crying like tears, threw themselves up and hugged the child's body...... However, the other white people who were watching around stepped forward to comfort them, but their expressions were numb.

"What's your name? Where are you from? Juan had dismounted from his horse and was led by the second lieutenant to the church in the center of the town, which was now a makeshift barracks with 82 Chinese officers and men stationed - a company of 142 men last September, and now 70 less!

"Gu Hongming, whose ancestral home is Tong'an, Fujian, lived in San Francisco before the war, and is a first-year student in the Department of Philosophy of Donghua University."

"How did you get to Donghua?"

"I came with my father, who came to Donghua in 1860 to do business."

"Oh, the old man's name is ......"

"Purple Cloud."

"Gu Ziyun, one of the top ten richest people in California?"

"Exactly."

Zhu Juan walked around the town under the leadership of Gu Hongming, looking around from time to time. It was a large town, with a railroad passing through it, and the buildings around the railway station were very dense, and there were many grain warehouses built, which should have been a grain trading center before the war. But now, half of the warehouse has been burned down, there are no trains at the train station, and the streets of the town are deserted, except for a few white maidens, somewhat scantily clad and roaming. Juan glanced at them, and they immediately came over.

"Go away, go away!" One of Jujuan's guards shouted nervously. These white girls did not appear to be in danger, but their fathers, brothers, or husbands were probably killed by His Majesty's army! If they meet King Juan himself, they may risk their lives to avenge their families!

"It's okay, they're just girls." Gu Hongming hurriedly explained, and then shouted at one of the girls who was very beautiful and had an extraordinary temperament, "Catherine, now is not the time, come back to the church at night." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and smiled at Jujuan again, "That girl's name is Catherine. Pierce, who came from Virginia, was originally a girl from a rich family, just look at her temperament, but now she ......"

Now you can only sell your body! Juan glanced at the man named Catherine again. Pierce's girl glanced at her, there was no sadness on her face, and there was no trace of hatred at all, not like a white American, but like a white girl from Donghua.

"You slept with her? How does it taste? Zhu Juan withdrew his gaze from the beautiful girl and asked Gu Hongming with a smile.

"Hehe, I'm just so tired, my feet are weak the next day, and my neck hurts."

"Really?" Juan shook his head slightly, "Then you guys have a good time with the American girls in town, right?" ”

"What's the matter, it's all the hatred of the country and the family...... It's just a need. ”

"Need?"

"Men want women, and women want men...... I still want money, that's it. ”

Gu Hongming's words are a little rough, not like a college student, but anyone who has been rolling on the battlefield for more than a year will not be able to get up. However, what he said was quite practical, as long as the American men in this area could take up arms, they would either die in battle or follow the troops. After the withdrawal of the regular American army, the American militia here continued to fight guerrilla warfare for several months, and finally it was almost exhausted. So the rest were women and children, with neither men nor money, and life was very difficult, and the armies of Donghua and Daming blocked the road to America and France, and did not allow them to leave. Isn't this driving American women from the occupied territories to the rest of the United States to give birth to children in the American Empire or the United Socialist States of America?

"Are there any resisters among these women?" Juan then asked.

"Of course there is, I hanged one a few days ago, very beautiful, named Rebecca. Michael, she attacked one of our soldiers, bit his neck, and bled a lot......" Gu Hongming had a regretful expression, and I don't know if he had slept with the American anti-Chinese heroine who was hanged?

"It's good to live in a few decades, and when our children grow up, the whites of Donghua will be integrated into the Chinese." Jujuan said this, but in his heart he thought: 'Then there will be a second war!' The current truce is nothing but a truce of twenty or thirty years! So be sure to make the most of these twenty or thirty years! ’

"Well, when the time comes, we will have a population of 60 million in Donghua and at least 20 million in Beihua, and North America will be the world of our Chinese!"

Gu Hongming is talking about the ideals of all the people of the Donghua Kingdom. This is what Juan has repeatedly instilled in the people since he became pro-government -- the destiny of the Donghua Kingdom is to make the Chinese the masters of the North American continent! Donghua, on the other hand, will occupy the richest land in North America, becoming the richest country in the world, and at the same time a pillar that Chinese people all over the world can rely on.

An important means to achieve this ideal is to do everything possible to increase the population of Donghua, encourage childbearing, vigorously attract East Asian immigrants, and at the same time use various means to promote the integration of Chinese and white people in Donghua -- of course, the evil Bed Fusion Law, after the end of the world war, the Parliament of the Kingdom of Donghua also passed a special "Huayi Fusion Law" (called the Bed Fusion Law by the Red United States) under the pretext of national security.

There are two main ways to do this, the first is to use the additional allocation of land or housing as a bait to induce white or mixed-race citizens in Donghua to marry Chinese of pure blood. In order to achieve the purpose of gradually integrating the white people of Donghua and continuously diluting the white blood of the mixed-race citizens of Donghua.

The second is to restrict pure-bloods and white people who are not married to Chinese, not to be allocated land, no housing, no high official positions in the Donghua army and government, no free education and medical care in Donghua - of course, if they have not obtained Donghua citizenship, they are not allowed to be naturalized in Donghua!

And this kind of integration method that is almost Lalang with racial discrimination has attracted a protest from Western countries (Da Ming itself actually has many people who feel no, but there are many mixed-race people in Zhu Ming's royal family, and similar policies were adopted in Zhu Yuanzhang's time to assimilate the Hu people in the Central Plains, so the opponents have nothing to say, but under the insistence of Zhu Juan and the next two generations of Donghua kings, it has been insisted on for a hundred years.

In the end, there are basically no pure whites in the land of Donghua, and the number of pure-blooded Chinese is not too much, and the vast majority of Donghua people have more than 90 Chinese blood and less than 10 white blood. r1152