I don't know how long it took, but the rain seemed to be about to drown Texas.

"Captain Neville Crockett!"

Guard Grant came over from the heavy rain and walked up to Neville, "The general asked me to take you to meet him, you only have five minutes!" ”

"Okay, thank you, Grant!" Neville saluted Grant gratefully.

Then, under the cover of the heavy rain, he whispered, "I have a friend who is the chief judge of the Louisiana courthouse, and if Miss Julia needs any help, she can go straight to him!" ”

Grant froze.

Julia Burges-Dent, the daughter of a judge in a Louisiana courthouse, is also Grant's girlfriend.

However, Julia's father did not agree to this marriage. Grant had been agonizing over this all along.

If an elder who was the chief judge had made peace out of this, perhaps, Julia's father would not have been so opposed?

It's just, why does this Neville Crockett know so much about his situation?

Could it be that he has other plans for himself a long time ago?

Neville patted Grant on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Grant!" I didn't mean to be intruding on your privacy, I just admired you so much that I knew a little bit more about you. ”

Before Grant's doubts could arise, he was dispelled by Neville's words.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

……

Neville Crockett ruffled his hair and made himself look even more embarrassed.

When he was brought to Zachary Taylor, he was as pitiful as a reservoir dog.

"I don't understand what you Texans are trying to do!"

Taylor held up a big pipe, spat a big mouthful of phlegm on the ground, and squirted wildly at Neville, who had just entered the door!

He was a tall Virginian, a cut above Neville.

He speaks very quickly, and basically every sentence has a word that starts with 'F' and ends with 'K'.

"Your President has come to see me, your Secretary of State has come to see me, your Speaker has come to see me, and now, you captain has to come and see me!"

"You son of bitch Texans, don't you belong to the same country? What exactly do you want to do? ”

"I can't figure it out, isn't it just going to surrender to the American Commonwealth? Such a simple thing can even be played by a group of guys with more than a dozen tricks! ”

"This damn weather, I feel like I'm in the Caribbean!"

……

Promised to give Neville Crockett only 5 minutes, Taylor himself squirted for 3 minutes!

"Tell me, what the hell do you want to say to me, son of a bitch?"

Neville lifted his frozen hand.

"Your Excellency the General, sooner or later Texas will join the American Federation, this is a fact that no one can change!" Neville said.

"Little Yellow Hair, you need to change your damn French accent!" Zachary Taylor took a big puff of smoke, pointed his pipe at Neville, and said unceremoniously: "If it were in the Second Revolutionary War, Lao Tzu should have shot you if he heard your accent!" ”

Taylor's reference to the 'Second Revolutionary War' took place in 1812, when British and Canadian forces broke through Washington and burned down the U.S. presidential palace. Almost wiped out the United States.

France was an ally of the United States, but after the United States repelled the British and Canadian coalition, it began to turn its nose up at its allies, and God knows what happened in the course of the war.

Neville was still an infant, a Frenchman living in the cradle of Paris, and their great Emperor Napoleon, who was about to march his army to Moscow.

If the two really met at that time, Neville dared to guarantee that he was the first to shoot himself!

"Your Excellency General, whether it is President Houston, Secretary of State Austin, or Speaker Lamar, all they promise you is to give away again what already belongs to America. What's the point? Neville said calmly.

Don't look at Texas as a country of its own, but everyone knows that it belongs to the United States, and no one can change it.

"Oh? You son of a bitch, dare to say that about these guys? Taylor laughed.

"Don't dare!" Neville said: "Mr. President and Mr. Secretary of State single-handedly created the Republic of Texas and now have full control of the direction of Texas, and their contributions to the Union are remarkable. ”

"And what do you mean?"

Neville smiled and said, "Texas' accession to the American Federation has long been a ripe matter, and no one can stop it, so where does the general need them to sacrifice?" In other words, you can have them or you can do without them! ”

Taylor pulled out a handful of tobacco leaves, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

"What the fuck, you want me to unload the mill and kill the donkey?" He scolded mumbly.

Neville did not directly answer Taylor's question, but instead asked: "Mr. Houston and Mr. Austin have made such great achievements, presumably, after returning to the Federation, they will ask for a higher level, right?" ”

Taylor's eyes narrowed, and the glint in his eyes was gone.

He muttered like a big old man, then suddenly opened his eyes again, and said to Neville, "You're right! Houston wants me to support his candidacy for federal president! ”

Neville lowered his head and said, "Actually, if someone is qualified to run for president, why does it have to be someone else?" ”

"Phew!" Taylor spat out the chewed tobacco leaves in his mouth and refilled his pipe.

"Lift your head! Look at me! Taylor said to Neville, "Your uncle told you to come here, right?" ”

Neville looked up at the rude Major General of the American Commonwealth Army.

Everybody says this Zachary Taylor is a big boss.

But Neville never felt that way.

The real big guy won't leave the gold mines of Oregon and California alone, but come to a place like Texas and stay for two years!

The real coarse man will not ignorant of etiquette to openly light a pipe made of maize in the White House house! You won't show your chest hair when a reporter happens to be passing by! I won't publish pictures of myself talking to old farmers in newspapers!

The real big guy will not be able to find a recommendation from a federal congressman when he is 18 years old, and President Jefferson will personally appoint him as a second lieutenant in the Federal Seventh Infantry Regiment!

No one knows better than Neville that it is harder to be a 'big boss' than to be a nobleman! It's even harder!

"Your Excellency General, Houston and Austin are big shots, they want much more than I want, and their ambitions are much greater than mine!"

"Your Excellency the General, Houston and Austin can only give you one Texas! And I, on the other hand, can give you more! ”

Taylor sneered, "What can you give me?" ”

"Mexico!" Neville raised his hands, and in his hands, he seemed to be holding a Mexican, and he was going to dedicate him to the 'big old' general in front of him.

Zachary Taylor kept exhaling a puff of smoke for almost a minute before he finished it.