Chapter 113: That Year He Had His Hands in His Pockets

Winfield Scott at the time turned 60 in one month.

When he was younger, he used to be a rampant figure like Zachary Taylor, even more stunned than Zachary Taylor.

He once scolded his immediate boss James Wilkinson in front of a group of sergeants, calling Wilkinson a "liar and a hooligan", which made Wilkinson furious, and finally went to court-martial.

Wilkinson was then commander of the U.S. Army in New Orleans and governor of Louisiana. A military court investigated, and found that Wilkinson was a two-five boy - this guy actually took a salary from the Spanish royal family and was secretly an agent of Spain's interests in North America!

At the insistence of Thomas Jefferson, General James Wilkinson was convicted of treason.

In this turmoil, it stands to reason that Winfield-Scott has also made a great contribution, not to say that he should be rewarded, at least not punished, right?

But the final verdict of the strange court-martials was to dismiss Winfield-Scott from his post and let him go to the logistics chores.

This made the young Winfield-Scott very puzzled, and even almost retired from the army, wanting to re-study law and become a lawyer or something.

But at this time, the Second American Revolutionary War broke out!

At the beginning of the war, the U.S. federal army collapsed, allowing the British and Canadian coalition to enter Washington, D.C., and even the White House was set on fire.

Winfield-Scott had no choice but to join the army, only to be captured within a few days of entering the battlefield.

He really thought that this was the end of life......

However, fate played a ridiculous joke on him, and after being captured and released, he actually became a war hero!

With the successive victories of the Confederate Army, he was also promoted from lieutenant to lieutenant colonel, from colonel to colonel, and by the time the war was nearing its end, he had become a major general in the Confederate Army.

Many years later, when Winfield-Scott looks back, he will remember the afternoon when he was awarded the rank of "Major General"—

President Andrew Jackson gave him the rank of Major General and then whispered in his ear, "There is no necessary evil in government, its evil is only in the use of power in different ways!"

Winfield-Scott was like an initiation, when he was 40 years old and in the position of major general, he finally figured out the old incident more than 10 years ago - why he had obviously made great achievements, but he was pushed to the end and became a logistics handyman!

Recalling the various encounters since the beginning of the War of Independence, many things that I couldn't understand suddenly became clear - why I was able to become a lieutenant colonel in the federal army even though I was a prisoner of war! Then the tide rises step by step......

Since then, Winfield-Scott has become "do-nothing".

For the next 20 years, the rest of his colleagues fought the Indians in the north and south.

But Winfield-Scott is like an old tree with its roots entangled, and it doesn't move at all. The generals of the same period as him died and retreated, and he was the only one who silently kept training for money, training, and training......

The sun arches a pawn, and the merit is not donated!

Until the start of the Mexican-American War, looking around, he has become the only remaining elder in the American Union Army!

The president can be elected, the minister of war can be appointed, but who dares to move him again in the position of the military elder?

And it wasn't until Zachary Taylor was about to leave Mexico City, and victory was just about to be announced in the newspapers, that he calmly headed south as an army commander—

If President Andrew Jackson were still around, Winfield Scott would have had a lot to say to him. Among them, the two sentences he wanted to say the most were:

"I don't know how to use power, but I know how to make power......

"I don't know how to make money, but I know how to spend it......

A military-industrial complex unique to the American Federation

On the eve of the Mexican-American War, it began to take shape in the hands of Winfield-Scott.

If nothing else, this ghostly system will profoundly influence American national policy for more than two hundred years.

It doesn't seem to exist.

But it's everywhere.

……

When Zachary Taylor stood under Maximilian's coffin board and yelled at Winfield, Winfield was silent.

Even Winfield-Scott has to admit that he has no talent for the use of power.

It's not something that can be mastered with hard work.

This kind of magical skill, when a person is born, then there will be this life, if there is no at birth, then there will be no in this life.

- Some people are obviously strong words, but they can win the convincing of others; Some people are obviously very reasonable, but they always lose when they quarrel.

- Of course, this does not mean that he is a weakling, only that he lacks talent in this area.

- There is no need to feel inferior because of this. Because action is a sword sharper than words, like Winfield-Scott now, he may not be able to solve anything, but he is definitely capable of solving the person who raised the problem.

From Zachary Taylor's aggressive scolding, he saw this miraculous talent, like gold that had just been dug up with an iron pickaxe, scorching and dazzling!

For a moment, Winfield Scott even remembered his old president - Andrew Jackson!

……

"Taylor, you're right, I didn't think about that!" Winfield said to Zachary Taylor.

Zachary Taylor was stunned for a moment, and the hand holding the coffin was lowered. The coffin did not sink because of this, there are so many young men holding the coffin, where will the weight of the coffin be pressed into the hands of the two old men? And these two old men are also the bosses of their bosses......

Both old men put down their hands holding the coffin and walked at the front of the funeral procession.

"I'm sorry, General!" Zachary Taylor was silent for a moment and said. His mood suddenly became apprehensive, he thought that it was a tree stump floating on the surface of the river, but when he got closer, he realized that it was an old crocodile.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Winfield said, "As I get older, my mind is not as wild as it used to be, but I was tricked by Santa Anna - the Federation needs someone like you, Taylor!"

"I'm too anxious, General!" Zachary Taylor explained: "I've been preparing for almost a decade to take Mexico – and with the recent Indians being in the north***, I'm so nervous!"

The two walked a few steps in silence.

"Have you ever thought about running for president?" Winfield asked suddenly.

"Of course...... No," Zachary Taylor was shocked, "President Polk is highly respected, and looks like he's going to be re-elected for the next term."

"Let's go talk over there!"

Winfield-Scott pointed in the other direction, and the two men walked over with their hands in their pockets.

The funeral procession passed behind them in an orderly manner, and if Maximilian had heard the mournful cry, he would probably have thought that the world was worth it!