Chapter 622: Gunshots at the Fabro Pan-American Exposition
Major General did not pick up the rails as Chen Jianqiu said.
After much thought, he decided to take the 3,000 people who had arrived to get closer to Mills's Second Infantry Division.
With rich experience, he was keenly aware that if the follow-up troops could not arrive in time.
With his troops of less than 3,000 men, he would be eaten by the Texas National Guard if he was not careful.
However, although the major general's response was quick, it was still slow.
Cutting off the railway was not only to prevent him from obtaining new sources of troops, but also to cut off his material supplies and communications.
The Texas National Guard was deployed in full force, blocking his south and west sides; a Chinese militia approached from the north; and to his east, a force composed mainly of Indians appeared.
The commander of this force is the young Indian chief Feiniao who once lost all his people.
Now he is no longer young.
Asuka inherited Geronimo's mantle and became the leader of the Indians on the southwest frontier.
With the support of Chen Jianqiu, an Indian force once again gathered around him.
These Indians had all gone to night school in Roswell and had spent the past decade eating, living and building their homes together.
Their unity is unprecedented.
The Indian warriors, led by Asuka, arrived directly at the front line after entering New Mexico, and then inserted themselves behind the federal army.
After assessing the situation, the major general sent a distress signal to the Second Infantry Division while decisively breaking through to the east.
The Texas National Guard has many people, and the Chinese army can fight.
The major general believed that this Indian force should be a breakthrough.
Little did they know that the reason why Chen Jianqiu dared to use Feiniao's troops as "bottle stoppers" was that he was full of confidence in this Indian troop with the Apache as the main force.
As long as they unite, their combat effectiveness is still very impressive.
The major general's troops launched many charges, but were beaten back all the time.
He could never figure out why the Indians, who used to only ride horses to harass and fight guerrillas, were now so powerful in blocking attacks.
The Second Infantry Division to his north was no better.
Li Sifu cornered Mills in a village on the edge of Oklahoma.
Mills could hear the slogans and cannon fire of the Chinese army training every day.
The soldiers of the Second Infantry Division did not know where the artillery fire was directed, nor did they know when Li Sifu's Chinese army would launch a general offensive.
Be in constant panic all day long.
And because the means of communication were cut off.
The two main federal forces lost contact with Washington.
In Washington, the happiest people are undoubtedly the Democrats.
If in the early days of the war, they were not able to attack the current government in the face of protecting their country and maintaining the integrity of the federation.
As the war situation took a turn for the worse and the President was helpless, these people finally began to become active in Congress.
While they attacked the incompetence of the current cabinet, they praised the bravery of Texas soldiers.
The Democrats even had the illusion that if they really launched another Civil War, they might be able to regain everything they lost in the last war.
Just like when you lose in rock-paper-scissors, you always try to turn a determined outcome into a best-of-three game.
But Democrats don’t even need a best-of-three.
As long as they win the game in front of them, they will be considered a winner.
From Congress to the statehouses of southern states, undercurrents are brewing.
The Republican Party's form was in jeopardy, and the prestige built up by the Spanish-American War and economic recovery was suddenly lost.
Hanna finally lost faith in McKinley.
As the leader and leader of the Republican Party, he has not seen the President for a long time.
He began visiting Vice President Roosevelt frequently.
This was completely unimaginable before.
You know, within the party, these two people are very difficult to deal with.
Roosevelt felt that Hanna was as old and conservative as a piece of broken wood; while Hanna felt that Roosevelt was a complete cowboy, reckless and unreliable.
But now there is no way.
Hanna considered that if the midterm elections were unsuccessful, someone in the Republican Party would have to hold up the banner.
However, it seemed to him that apart from Roosevelt, there was no other figure of great use in the party for the time being.
Not to mention, if McKinley were to be impeached and removed from office midway, the vice president would directly succeed the president.
President McKinley was not unaware of these things.
But he has no intention of compromising.
From time to time, he would go to the White House conference room to look at the portrait of Lincoln hanging on the wall.
In the early days of the Civil War, this Republican senior suffered defeats and was criticized.
Sometimes, there is only one step away from the cliff.
But Lincoln finally survived and won the war! He became the second most admired president in American history, second only to the "Father of the Founding" Washington.
McKinley decided to imitate Lincoln, forge ahead with an iron will, and achieve great things like him.
Mr. President had no one to talk to, so he told his personal secretary what he thought.
The secretary opened his mouth, but in the end no words came out.
He felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Follow Lincoln? This is not a good sign.
Does his commander really not know how Lincoln died?
September 1901, 9, Fabbro Pan-American Exposition, New York.
President McKinley arrived at the expo under the protection of the Secret Service.
Although he is in trouble both internally and externally, this does not affect the president's mood.
He delivered an impassioned speech summarizing the extraordinary achievements of America under his watch.
However, outside the venue, a group of people held signs high, and the voices of protest grew louder and louder, almost drowning out the president's voice.
"Dictator! Get out! We don't want a militaristic president!"
"Puppet of the capitalists! Go lick Rockefeller's vagina!"
"Peace! No civil war!"
Secret Service agents watched the marching crowds vigilantly and kept them outside the security line, fearing that some of them would do something radical.
They were also afraid of any friction between these people and Mr. President's supporters, so they stood between them.
As for the president in the venue, no matter how strong his heart was, his smile was a bit stiff at this moment.
"Let's go to the concert hall quickly. There are basically our supporters there." The secretary whispered to the president.
The president, escorted by secret agents, slipped away from the backstage in embarrassment and went directly to the concert hall.
As the secretary said, things here look much better.
Everyone is lining up, waiting enthusiastically to shake hands with Mr. President.
The head of the Secret Service asked agents to guard the door and not let those marching in to avoid problems.
In the concert hall, the organ sounded and "The Star-Spangled Banner" was played.
The president started shaking hands with his supporters one by one, enjoying the
"Hey Cortelyou, you know what? There was a crucial reason why I won the first election that year."
"I can shake hands with fifty people in a minute."
After shaking hands with a supporter, the president turned to his secretary and winked.
He seemed to be in a great mood.
"This will allow me to quickly gain the favor of the people."
The secretary nodded perfunctorily.
He was a little uneasy today.
The President did not notice his secretary's expression.
He turned back and began to shake hands with the next person.
The man in front of him was about thirty years old, wearing a black coat, with a handkerchief wrapped around his right hand, and he looked a little nervous.
McKinley thought that the other party was a little unnatural because it was his first time shaking hands with the president, so he didn't think too much and subconsciously extended his left hand.
However, suddenly, his left hand was pushed away.
A second later, an automatic revolver appeared in the man's right hand.
Before the president and those around him could react, the man pulled the trigger twice in succession on McKinley's abdomen. "Pop-pap" meant two shots.
When he pulled the trigger for the third time, the man was quickly knocked down by a passerby next to him.
Unable to hold on, Mr. President fell to the ground with his hands covering his abdomen.
The wound on his abdomen began to gurgling blood.
The surrounding guards carried him to the emergency room of the concert hall in a hurry, and at the same time went to find a doctor nearby.
This place is more like a grocery store than an emergency room, and the conditions are extremely crude.
A dim incandescent lamp dangled overhead, making the light flicker.
There was only a rusty iron bed available, and the mattress on it was filthy.
Everyone didn't care much and carried McKinley to the bed.
The president has fallen into a coma.
After a while, unprepared doctors rushed over with first aid kits and simple surgical instruments.
Using dim lights, they began to perform emergency surgery on the president.
The surgery was very laborious.
It was really difficult to ask them to find bullets under such light conditions.
But not long after, there was only a "clang" sound, and a bloody bullet was taken out of the president's body and thrown into an iron tray.
"It's finally taken out!" The surgeon in charge breathed a sigh of relief.
His assistant began to bandage the president's wounds.
He wiped his hands and said to the presidential secretary who rushed beside him, "Thanks to technological innovation, silk sutures and bandages can make the president's life safe."
Cortliu glanced at the bullet in the tray and breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked out of the emergency room, but suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked another person next to him:
"How many shots were fired just now? One, or two?"
The man thought for a moment, and then said firmly to the secretary:
"One, sir, that's all I heard."
Cortliu felt relieved and walked out.