Although the United States in this timeline developed relatively quickly, it was already a fairly impressive industrialized country around 1830. But like the other timeline, the industrialization of the United States began in the northeastern part of the United States, which is very rich in industrial resources such as coal, iron ore, and oil, and is close to the center of the financial industry.

And in the southern states of the United States, Uncle Black's cotton farm is the backbone of the economy. As for Florida, which has a hot and humid climate and is full of swampy wetlands, it is a corner forgotten by the Americans that has neither the conditions for industrialization nor the conditions for cotton cultivation. Although it has long been a state in the United States, it has little population except for the city of Cow Ferry (later renamed Jacksonville), which borders Georgia in the northeast, and the military port of Pensacola near the Gulf of Mexico in the northwest. In particular, a large area in the central part of the state, near the Atlantic, was given to the Semino Indians, and few white immigrants settled.

Of course, it's not that there are few. On the edge of the Seminose reservation, in a place called Golden Beach, lived a respected Catholic priest named Fidel. Guevara. It was a tall white man in his forties, with a very manly beard. His ancestors were from Spain, and he himself was born in Cuba, on the other side of Florida. Because he loves God and is the youngest son in the family, he is not qualified to inherit the estate. So, from an early age, he was sent to the school where the church trained the clergy.

After graduating from the seminary, he became a priest who loved God and the Spanish motherland. He first preached the Gospel of the Lord in Cuba, and later was sent by the Church to the Cow Ferry in Florida to preach to Indians and blacks who had fled from the United States.

As a result, after a few years, Andrew. Jackson led American soldiers into Florida, drove out the Spanish royal army, destroyed hundreds of black villages, and drove unwilling slave Seminos and other Indians into the Everglades.

But the American GIs weren't embarrassed by Fidel. Father Guevara, because most of General Jackson's soldiers were French in New Orleans and also Catholic. After they had scalped the Indians, they had to go to Fidel. Father Guevara's church confessed to God and begged for forgiveness – and it was actually Fr. Guevara's fault for preaching too hard and washing the Indians and blacks who fled to the Cow Ferry into Catholics.

According to the Pope's early judgment, this Catholic Indian, black and yellow people all have souls. General Jackson was a Protestant and certainly didn't care about any of that. But the Franco-Catholic American invaders, fearing hell after death, had to confess to Father Guevara and ask for forgiveness.

Unfortunately, in the 19th century, there were no indulgences to sell, otherwise Father Guevara would have become a rich man.

Still, Father Guevara made a lot of money – the French-American soldiers who had received forgiveness from him would donate a tenth of the bounty earned by scalping the Indians to his church. So after the First Semino's War, he bought Golden Beach, built a Catholic church on the beach, and continued to preach to the Seminos in the nearby marshes.

In addition, Father Guevara also used the "blood money" donated by the French American army to buy 100 fugitive slaves from General Jackson, and also made them serfs of the church with a good conscience. From slaves to serfs, this is liberation!

Thus, in the more than ten years after the end of the First Semino's War, Fidel. Father Guevara has been preaching, preaching, running a farm, and worshipping God on Golden Beach – asking God to get Spain back on its feet, to fight back to Florida, and to save God-believing Seminos and Spanish remnants like him!

Unfortunately, the daily prayers were useless, and instead of cheering up, the Spanish Empire was torn apart, and only a few islands such as Cuba were left in the territory of the New World.

So Fidel. Father Guevara could only worry about the country and the people every day, and from time to time he wrote two Spanish poems of "America's Day in Xiping", expressing his feelings of worrying about the country and the people.

This morning, Fr. Guevara was drinking in his church and reciting a poem aloud in Spanish. The only way to solve the problem is Rum", a black-and-white teenager suddenly shouted "Daddy, Daddy" and rushed into the church.

Father Guevara looked at him and drunkenly asked, "Carlos, have you done something bad again?" ”

The half-race boy shook his head and said, "No, no." Then he raised his hand and pointed to the outside of the church, "Dad, it's the Spanish king!" The Spanish king has come to liberate us! ”

Father Guevara glared at the boy, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is the church, you can't lie, you will go to hell! ”

"Dad, I'm not lying." The boy said, "I can swear to God that the Spanish kings are really here, and they have landed on the golden sands!" ”

"Really?" Father Guevara also believed a little now, and swearing to God is not casual, a bad one will really go to hell!

Thinking of this, Father Guevara had no intention of reciting poetry, so he quickly got up from a chaise longue, put on his slippers, and rushed out of his church with the mixed-race boy. Outside, he immediately saw a scene that only appeared in dreams.

On the surface of the sea, there was an armed merchant ship flying the yellow and red flag of Spain, and many small boats filled with soldiers in green short-sleeved military uniforms, driven by oars, slowly approaching the beach. On the side of the armed merchant ship, there were many soldiers with backpacks and rifles, climbing along a large net to the undulating boat.

This is clearly the Spanish king's counterattack on Florida!

Thinking of this, Father Guevara wept and said to the young man: "Carlos, go and call all the serfs. Let them bring the Spanish flag! Sing the national anthem of Spain, we are going to welcome the Spanish king! ”

"Yes, Daddy!"

The elite officers and men of the Mexican Royal Guard, who sneaked aboard the golden beach, soon saw an unbelievable sight - a tall and elderly Spanish priest with a group of blacks, mestizos, and Indians holding high the Spanish red and yellow flags and singing "Glory, glory, crown of the country" in Spanish.

Texas City, Texas.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, telegram from the USS Columbus. Successful login! Still."

In the Texas Public Office in the city of Texas, the Mexican emperor, who was anxiously waiting for news from the front, finally received the news of "successful landing" at noon on this day!

"But what?" Agustin I asked.

Commander of the Mexican Royal Guard. Morality. General Custer replied: "Your Majesty, the USS Columbus reports that the landing force has met hundreds of blacks and Seminos at Golden Beach, as well as some mestizos, and a Spanish priest who is all holding high the flag of the Kingdom of Spain and singing the national anthem of Spain. The priest's name was Fidel. Guevara, he said, and the Senomes and Negroes of Florida were eager for the Spanish Empire to save them."

"What? Are they still looking forward to the Spaniards? That's too loyal, isn't it? ”

Zhuge Weidao couldn't understand Spanish, but there were Ming naval officers who could understand Spanish as interpreters. And Zhuge Weidao's blurted out evaluation immediately made the entire public government office boil.

"Sure enough, loyalty!"

"I haven't forgotten my old lord for 20 years, and I don't want Westerners to have such righteous people!"

"True loyalty!"

"Your Majesty the Emperor, such loyal people should be greatly praised!"

(End of chapter)