Marysas is located at the intersection of North and South America and is one of the areas with the greatest conflict between the Free and Slave States. As soon as the North and the South declared war on each other, the people in power of the liberal faction and the slave faction here first formed their own rodeo teams and launched harassing attacks on each other.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

As a burst of muskets filled with smoke, the two teams of blue and white horses carrying the Confederate and Northern flags, each with hundreds of cowboys, were in contact in the woods.

In this era, except for the Taiping Society where Hong Tiangui was located, few countries researched and equipped with flintlock pistols.

Therefore, because the front-loading muskets in the hands of these two opposing cowboy horses took too long to reload, after releasing a round of guns, both of them tacitly pulled out their weapons at their waists, rushed directly towards each other, and began hand-to-hand combat.

"Kill those damn Southerners!"

Among the two cowboy horse teams, the captain of the northern horse held his saber high and took the lead in charging at the southern cowboy, which was very heroic and fearless.

"Follow me and slaughter the northern mongrels in front of you!"

Not to be outdone, the captain of the horse in the south led the horses at the front of the team and attacked the leader of the Yankees opposite.

In a flash.

Blood and shredded flesh flew, and the sound of slashing and screaming in pain resounded in unison on the battlefield in the woods.

Just when the two horse teams from the north and south were fighting hard, they were on the other side of the battlefield in the forest.

A team of about fifty people crawled in the low bushes of the jungle, looking through monoculars at the fierce battle not far away.

On their bodies, they wore brown-green camouflage uniforms.

This kind of clothing, which was only changed with dyes and no further technical optimization, made these people almost perfectly hidden in the jungle, and it was almost impossible to find them from a distance without looking closely.

"Comrade Guoliang, these people are really desperate!"

On the far left side of this team, Comrade Hua Yang, the ideological work instructor of this team, said to Ma Guoliang, the military commander of the team beside him.

"Of course they're going to have to fight hard!"

"The last time this country robbed the colonies of the Mexifeld was almost 20 years ago."

"After that, at least in the New World, there was no state capable of threatening the very existence of the United States of America, which, while stable, was increasingly militarily exhausted."

"Although there is no shortage of high-ranking officers between the north and the south, there is a large shortage of middle- and lower-ranking officers who actually lead troops."

Ma Guoliang responded to the comrades beside him in a low voice and continued.

"In the rear of Marysas, a large number of regular troops recruited by both the North and the South have begun to assemble."

"Who will be the middle and lower-level officers of these regular armies, aren't they the ones who cut the opponent's head the most and won the most combat exploits in these contact battles?"

Hearing Ma Guoliang's words, Comrade Hua Yang nodded.

It's no secret that the Whig and Democratic-controlled presses have hinted at it many times, though not explicitly in the press.

Maybe the financiers behind these cowboy horse teams don't look down on the middle and lower level positions in the military.

But the leaders of these cowboy horse teams, who themselves come from local black gangs, and the lower-class white men who fight with their lives will not look down on them.

In the words of Shenzhou Daqing, those positions are also a regular state official!

In the time when Ma Guoliang and Hua Yang were talking, the battlefield in front of them seemed to have been decided, and although the southerners' cowboy horse team paid nearly 2 layers of casualties, they also completely crushed the courage of the northerners and won the contact war.

"Okay, it's all over the fun!"

"When those Southerners finish packing up the loot, let's move on!"

After seeing Comrade Hua Yang beside him nodding, Ma Guoliang looked back at the soldier behind him who had smeared Moore sap and concealed the identity of the yellow race.

"Order everyone to continue to the northwest, and the destination is Marcus Railway Station, 13 kilometers away."

"According to the information of our comrades in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the York train, where 120 of our compatriots are being held, will enter the station in four hours."

"We're going to get them all free!"

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As the armies of the North and South of the United States of America were massive, all high-level eyes were focused on the beginning of a large-scale civil war.

Hong Tiangui also ordered the members of the local gangs under the control of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to intensify efforts to rescue compatriots in the warring areas.

Although he hadn't yet figured out why the Alchemy Array of the Land Railway had to use yellow people to build roads. But Hong Tiangui, who considered the worst-case scenario as much as possible, still let the Taiping Society use the greatest power in his hands to sabotage the actions of the masterminds behind the scenes.

At the same time, Hong Tiangui also went to the hospital to visit the orthodox Shenzhou monk Lin Miaoshan who was recuperating and asked her opinion in this regard.

"Miss Lin, can you tell me what is the difference between the Shenzhou human race and the other races on this star?"

Hong Tiangui, who was wearing a "Taiping" coat, inserted a bunch of daffodils into the drop-shaped glass bottle in the ward, and walked to the side of the hospital bed to look at the delicate woman.

Lin Miaoshan has been lying in this clean ward for almost two months, and with her original injury, it will take at least a month to fully recover.

Of course, for monks, if they want to recover quickly, they are not without means, but they need to use spiritual power.

The spiritual power of the wound can no longer be "recycled", and the Miaoshan girl who lacks spiritual power is reluctant!

Although Lin Miaoshan on the hospital bed has not recovered from his injuries and still can't get out of bed, he is half-sitting and wearing, and his spirit looks good.

After hearing Hong Tiangui's question, Good-looking frowned slightly, and said with some hesitation.

"Hong Daoyou, our Divine Human Race is indeed different from the humans of other countries."

"Oh?"

Unexpectedly, there was really a new discovery, President Hong raised his eyebrows and said to the monk on the hospital bed.

"I want to hear about it!"

Perhaps in the past, the news that Hong Tiangui asked was only a secret news that only the high-level of the big faction could know.

But now that this end is about to come completely, and many ancient immortal sects' cultivation methods are in the era of ordinary circulation, this is not any secret news, Lin Miaoshan lowered her head and thought for a while, and then looked up to see the eyes that Hong Tiangui had been staring at her.

Pretty blushed, she replied in a pretended indifferent whisper.

"We are waiting for the vast land of Shenzhou, shrouded in a huge Kyushu enchantment."

"This is a mythical array that has been handed down from the Gu Immortal Era, which has lost the historical inheritance of Taoism at that time, before the Ancient Ji Zhou."

"In the records of our ancestors, this great array had all kinds of incredible effects before the Western Yuan Era."

"Of course, with the advent of the end of the Western Yuan Era, the Kyushu Enchantment Array is weakening day by day."

"But at present, there is still a trace of innate aura in the bodies of a small number of Shenzhou people."

"After the Western Yuan Era, there is a trace of innate aura, which is called a spiritual root by our Shenzhou monks, and only those who have spiritual roots can enter the Tao!"

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