Texarkana, Texas, on the border of Texas and Arkansas, August 10, 1901.

It's not just close to Kansas, it's also very close to Oklahoma.

Charles S. Major General P. Somerall stood beside the station's tracks, anxiously gazing at the distant horizon.

It stands to reason that a general like him should sit in the middle of a large battalion at this time and study the battle plan and the deployment of troops.

But of the 35,000 militia that the Federation promised him to mobilize, less than 4,000 have come so far.

The rest of the soldiers, according to Rutte, will arrive within half a month.

Major General Summerr's mother really wanted to scold his mother.

Neither in the Philippines nor earlier, he had never fought such a battle.

The order given to him from above was to assemble here.

Mr. President is in the final round of communication with the state government on the matter of the Texas independence referendum.

McKinley has given the ultimatum.

If the people of Texas do not give up on this idea, then the 35,000 men of Major General Summerrall will immediately enter Texas and march towards Austin.

The Marines, who had been repairing in Texas for more than a month, would also advance east and flank Austin with the Major General's troops.

Brigadier General Kent, who was passive and slack, was directly removed from his post and replaced by Brigadier General Mills.

When the latter arrived, the army was reorganized, and all officers and soldiers who were unwilling to fight the Chinese were gone.

The number of people is less than half.

Brigadier General Mills was stationed on the Oklahoma border with this force, constantly monitoring the movements of the Chinese army.

He waited for Major General Summerr, and they would pack up the Texas gang first, and then attack the Chinese together.

"Damn, why hasn't the train here come yet?"

Major General Summerrall pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at the time.

"Could it be that Chen is messing with ghosts?" The adjutant on the side looked at the horizon and scratched his head.

"Probably not, he just fought with Texas, lost the battle, and won't help those Texas guys."

The major general crossed his hands on his waist and touched the beard on his chin with his hands.

He remembered the telegram the president had sent to him earlier.

"Mr. Hannah has stabilized them, and Chan has said that he will consider continuing to attack the Texas militia."

The major general turned his head and looked at his adjutant:

"And if he's going to do a trick, why did he agree to use his company's train to send our soldiers over?"

The adjutant thought about what the commander said and felt that it made perfect sense.

You must know that most of the 4,000 soldiers who have been assembled so far have come by Chen Jianqiu's train.

"Let's go, let's go, it looks like we can't wait today." The major general turned around and prepared to return to the camp with the men.

However, at this moment, a fast horse came galloping from afar.

The major general stopped.

The horse soon came to him, and the man on the horse jumped down.

The Major General saw the appearance of the person who came.

is an employee of a railway company.

"Report sir! Trains, trains can't come today! He gasped.

The Major General pointed to his pocket watch and did not speak, meaning roughly "You need to tell me?" ”

The employee continued: "Because, because the railroad tracks were pickpocketed. ”

The major general looked at him incredulously:

"The rails have been ripped off? Wouldn't it be okay to pick it up again? Is it hard? ”

He simply couldn't understand the logic.

Is this the reason?

Ridiculous!

"It's not just one section that has been pickpocketed, it's on the way here, and every other section, someone will pick up the railway!" The employee cried and mourned, "We repair a section, and the railway is picked up a section, how can it be repaired quickly?" ”

The Major General was silent.

His face was very ugly.

"Let's go, go back to camp!"

After returning to the camp, Major General Summerall sent a telegram to Root, informing the Minister of War of what had happened here.

"If there's no way to fix this! Then this battle can't be fought! The major general said.

Rout told Mr. President what had happened, saying that he didn't have anything too good to do.

McKinley is not a fool, he has a mirror in his heart.

He knew that nine times out of ten, it was Chen Jianqiu's ghost again.

However, he had no proof.

The major general was right when he said that if the army's material and troop transportation were still in the hands of an opponent whose attitude was Schrödinger's state, the battle would not have been fought at all.

The rebellious enemy can still openly do business in the country, make money, and disgust the government.

This is sensational in other countries, even in feudal empires.

But the president had nothing to do.

Who let the United States at the end of the 19th century be a country where capitalists have the final say.

Even if war is declared on capital, it must be reasonable and legal, and the state apparatus must not be used!

Once the federal government uses an executive order to interfere in the company's operations, such as forcibly confiscating assets and confiscating them, other shareholders and vested interests will never agree.

If your government can deal with Chen Jianqiu so dare today, won't it deal with me tomorrow?

The president can't move the behemoth of the Western Railroad.

He tried to get prosecutors to prosecute Mr. Chen in various states.

But the Chinese leader's "I have a dream" "national live broadcast" speech has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Coupled with the image of Chen Jianqiu as an "American hero" erected in the Spanish-American War.

A considerable number of people expressed support and sympathy for the plight of the Chinese.

People didn't declare independence at all, they were justified defense!

And the weight of justifiable defense in the hearts of Americans is too heavy.

So, prosecuting for treason will certainly not work.

What about splashing dirty water?

Eh, no, it seems that Boss Chen is better at this.

No one knows the power of a mop dipped in better than he does.

As for finding some business reasons, it is even more difficult.

The person in charge of the IRS is now lying on the ground, "in the wheat camp and in the heart", and it is not easy to find loopholes in the tax that used to be the best.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if you can find it, you have to collect evidence, right?

Sometimes, McKinley even thought that it would be nice if Chen Jianqiu's people had tied him up after storming the council.

Then he would have a reason to arrest him directly.

You're also a hero, why are you doing things so procrastinating?

Chen Jianqiu lived in Washington in such a grand manner.

He thought about it and decided to ask Rockefeller and Morgan for help.

Since it's all about capital, let them face off in the market of capital.

Let heroes fight heroes! Let the heroes clean up the heroes!

Morgan decided to make a move.

Big Nose's control of the Western Railroad has long been coveted.

Originally, he promised to rule with Chen Jianqiu, but he had to do it as a last resort.

Morgan dreamed of owning the entire country's railroad system.

After learning that Chen Jianqiu had been staying in Washington recently, he rushed there from New York to talk to Chen Jianqiu.

"Boss, there's news from Chief Inspector Holiday that the Federation's frontline troops are complaining about the railroad line being cut off."

In Chen Jianqiu's house, his personal attendant Ah Niu reported to him.

Chen Jianqiu held one hand behind his back, and the other hand played with a white ivory ornament on the table.

He snorted.

"If I were Your Excellency the general, I would send someone to lay the railroad tracks, and an excellent army should open up mountains and build bridges when encountering water, what kind of war would I fight if I can't do this?"

At this time, a detective from the Border Detective Agency in charge of security suddenly appeared at the door of the study.

"Mr. Chen, there is a Morgan from New York who first said that he has something to come in for you!" He said.

"Let him in." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

The detective answered, just about to turn away.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly remembered something and stopped him.

"Are those plainclothes Secret Service agents at the door still there?" He asked.

"Yes, sir, we did not expel them, as you commanded." The detective said respectfully.

He looked up, a chill in his eyes: "If you think they're too much of a problem, we can"

Chen Jianqiu smiled and waved his hand:

"No, I mean bring them some sandwiches and hot coffee or something, it's not easy for people, and they also work part-time."

The detective took the order and turned to leave.

After a while, a crisp footstep came through the door.

Chen Jianqiu didn't even need to look at it, he knew that it was the American tycoon who galloped on Wall Street.

I didn't finish writing it last night, and then I forgot about it, and I made it up in the morning