America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Democratic elections in Cuba are simple and brutal.

Because the literacy rate of the Cuban people is even lower than that of the United States.

So basically you just line up to the polling place, tell the teller who you are voting for, and then let the teller register.

This method of election was also used in early America.

So, Hanna felt that this thing seemed to work in Cuba as well.

But he overestimated the autonomy of the Cuban people.

"Sir, you can only choose one of the three candidates."

At the polling place, the teller said helplessly to a black man.

He pointed to the three names on the blackboard, they are:

Estrada Palma, a Cuban general with close ties to the United States;
Jose Miguel Gomez, the famous Cuban rebel general;
Alfredo Zayas, Cuban lawyer and poet.

The black man's eyes rolled straight, then he shook his head:
"I choose Lai Hua. He liberated us with the rebel army. I think he is more suitable."

The tellers tried their best to persuade them, but the blacks still insisted on their opinions.

Coincidentally, similar situations also occurred at polling places in other places.

The only difference is that they selected not only Chinese rebel leaders like Lai Hua, but also some black generals and other people who performed well in the War of Independence.

There was even a manor owner who rebelled with his own slaves.

The Cuban people follow the most simple philosophy, they will choose whoever treats them well and leads them to rebel.

The organization of the Cuban rebel army is relatively loose, and the propaganda is not in place, so the people below have no idea who the top leader is.

This makes the election a joke.

All three candidates received so few votes that they could not convince others.

This is an extremely troublesome thing.

Not only was the final presidential candidate unable to be selected, but it also made other leaders of the rebel army eager to move.

It turns out that I also have a chance.

Prince and general, would you rather have a kind?
The top leaders of the rebel army thought together, and it seems that this is not the way to go.

No one has the ability to unify Cuba. If this continues, Cuba will be on the verge of civil war.

In the end, one of the candidates, General Parma, made a special trip to Washington to find the Secretary of State.

"Why don't you let us take care of you for a while, give us some time." Palma said, "We need to make further preparations."

"Okay, I need to discuss it with Mr. President before I can give you an answer." The Secretary of State has not recovered yet.

He quickly found McKinley and discussed the matter with him.

This sounds like a good thing.

The Cubans themselves didn't figure it out, and they took the initiative to invite the Americans to intervene. Isn't this in line with the wishes of the president and some colonial expansionists?

But it's not.

Many people in Congress do not agree with the direct colonization of Cuba.

Otherwise, there would be no "Taylor Resolution".

If you go downhill and turn colonization into a reality, first of all, the country may not agree, and secondly, the Cuban people will not agree after a long time.

Parma is a pro-American faction, but at most he can be a comprador, not an "ancient traitor" who blatantly betrays the country.

But now it seems that only listen to him.

Let the U.S. troops stationed in Cuba support him, smooth it out and then hand it over to him.

But who is the candidate for the interim governor?
The president and the secretary of state discussed for a long time, but they did not discuss any valuable results.

McKinley consulted with a dozen different cabinet members over three days, and finally came to a conclusion:
Directly let the commander of the local garrison in Cuba serve as the interim governor.

The U.S. military stationed in Cuba is the Second Independent Cavalry Division. The original commander, Chen Jianqiu, is now Leonard Wood.

This person's background is actually not ordinary.

During the Spanish-American War, he and Roosevelt commanded the battle of the [-]st Cavalry Volunteer Brigade and had a close relationship with Roosevelt.

In other words, his relationship with Chen Jianqiu is also very close.

Otherwise, when he was transferred to the commander of the Second Independent Cavalry Division, it would not have been so smooth.

But now I can't control that much.

Sending a new person to the past will not be able to convince the crowd at all, let alone command the troops stationed in Cuba.

As a result, Leonard Wood was officially appointed as the interim governor of Cuba, and the deputy governor was the deputy commander of this force, Chen Ajiu.

The latter performed extremely well in the battle to conquer Fort Elviso, and now has the rank of colonel, which is at the same level as the retired Chen Jianqiu.

This is a choice that McKinley feels is the safest after balancing the interests of all parties.

All are happy.

But when one person heard the news, he felt a little uncomfortable.

After the Spanish-American War, Li Sifu returned to China with the reorganized Chinese soldiers and became a New Mexico militia again.

Although he was promoted and became a commander.

It should be known that, apart from training, the militiamen are not out of production in normal times, and they rarely have tasks.

Therefore, Li Sifu felt that he looked like a polished commander.

He is not as good as the Asuka back then.

Asuka was able to lead troops to patrol the border back then, and now he is the boss of the Juarez trade zone.

After hearing that Chen Ah Jiu became the vice-governor of Cuba, Li Sifu's heart was more sour than eating sour plums.

Chen Ajiu met Chen Jianqiu when he was in Chile, and he didn't follow him until later when he was in Hawaii.

Chen Ah Jiu is quite a bit older than himself, and indeed has more combat experience than him, but he has followed his boss for more than ten years!
Could it be that he played the suona well?
The more Li Sifu thought about it, the more depressed he became, but he didn't dare to complain to Chen Jianqiu, so he could only hide in the room and drink.

Due to the proximity to the border and some well-known reasons.

The headquarters of the New Mexico militia, also known as the National Guard, is in Roswell.

Li Sifu has no wife or children, so he lives in the courtyard of the headquarters.

"Sir, the pig tail you wanted, Boss Chang, said that it is temporarily out of stock. I got you some pig head meat, but the wine is gone."

A soldier carried a basket and stepped through the gate of the headquarters room.

In the middle of the room stood a wooden table with two or three dishes on it.

Except for one plate which still had some peanuts, the other two were empty.

The wine bottles on the table were also empty.

Li Sifu rested his cheeks in his hands, looking slightly drunk, while looking out the window, he picked up the peanuts on the plate with his fingers and put them into his mouth.

Hearing Xiaobing's voice, he didn't speak, but continued to look out the window.

Seeing that Li Sifu didn't make a sound, Xiaobing had no choice but to put the pork head meat, scrambled eggs with leeks and a large bowl of rice in the basket on the table, and was just about to leave.

"Out of wine?" Li Sifu said lazily.

"It's really gone. Boss Chang said that the wine is sold out and we have to go to the wine cellar to get it." Xiao Bing said nervously.

"Nonsense, I saw at least two altars under the bed in his back room last time." Li Sifu still didn't turn his head.

He raised his arm and pointed to the back room.

"Go, there are still a few loose bottles in the cabinet behind my desk, bring them to me."

"Uh, sir, sir, you, you really can't drink any more, it's noon, and you can return in the afternoon," the soldier said cautiously.

His words came to an abrupt end.

"Afternoon, what in the afternoon? No training today! Orders are urgent recently, and the factory is catching mortar shells. They are all working overtime to produce shells." Li Sifu muttered, "I don't even have anyone to drink with me."

"Then can I do it?"

A familiar voice suddenly rang in Li Sifu's ear.

Li Sifu seemed to be electrified all over his body, he scrambled and stood up from his seat.

Chen Jianqiu was standing in front of him and looking at him with a smile.

Li Sifu was more than half sober, and stammered:

"Old,, boss, you, aren't you in New York, what, when did you come?"

Chen Jianqiu didn't argue, but continued to ask:

"Where's the wine? Let me see what good wine is hidden?"

"No, there's no good wine, just in bulk." Li Sifu felt his heart beating wildly.

"Get it." Chen Jianqiu pointed to Li Sifu's office.

Li Sifu went into the room with a sad face, and after a while, he came out with a bottle of wine in his hand.

Chen Jianqiu had already sat down at the table, and the soldier who delivered the food had already left.

He glanced sideways at Li Sifu, and the smile on his face had disappeared:
"Are you really taking it?"

Li Sifu stood there as if struck by lightning, not knowing whether to put the wine back or bring it back.

"You've drunk too much, are you going to find a place to lie down in the afternoon, or go to the desert to blow some wind to sober up?"

Chen Jianqiu stood up and walked around Li Sifu twice.

"Boss, I was wrong. I won't drink at noon from now on." Li Sifu said with a mournful face.

"You, you're 30 years old, and you're still a high-ranking military officer now, why don't you just let yourself go." Chen Jianqiu looked resentful.

He sat back at the table.

Chen Jianqiu filled a bowl of rice from the basin, but found that there were no chopsticks.

Li Sifu immediately turned around and walked back to the office. When he came out, he had an extra pair of chopsticks in his hand.

He handed the pair of chopsticks to Chen Jianqiu, and then obediently stood aside.

Chen Jianqiu rinsed the chopsticks in the teacup beside him, and then began to pick up the rice.

"Sit, what are you doing there?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Li Sifu who was still standing there, and pointed to the dishes with his chopsticks, "Eat, eat."

Li Sifu sat down cautiously.

"Boom"

The rice bowl fell in front of Li Sifu.

"Well, there are no more bowls, you can just eat from a basin." Chen Jianqiu said.

Li Sifu took the basin.

"Boss, haven't you eaten yet?" He asked shyly.

"No?" Chen Jianqiu picked up a chopstick of chives and put them into his mouth together with the rice.

Li Sifu didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to hold the rice bowl and pick up the rice.

The two of them cleared all the dishes on the table without saying a word.

"Hiccup~"

Chen Jianqiu put the bowl on the table and burped.

He took out a clean handkerchief, wiped his mouth, folded the handkerchief twice, and put it back under his clothes.

"Do you think it's unfair that Ah Jiu became a high-ranking official and you are still a bare-bones commander?" Chen Jianqiu straightened his clothes and asked.

There was another "boom".

The rice bowl returned to the table.

Li Sifu put down the rice bowl and chopsticks, stood up, put his legs together, put his hands on the seams of his trousers, and stood upright.

"Report to the boss, no! Ninth brother is older than me! More experienced than me! Handling things is more mature than me."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Jianqiu.

"Let's talk after the rice in my mouth is finished! The rice grains are all sprayed out!"

Li Sifu immediately closed his mouth.

"Ah Jiu is more suitable than you for his current vice-governor, but don't think that your current militia captain is not important."

Chen Jianqiu said earnestly.

"You are very smart, you learn things quickly, and you have followed me for a long time. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are my disciple."

"But your current problem is still too urgent and needs to be settled."

"Victory, don't be overjoyed, lose, don't be discouraged, those who have thunder in their chests and face as flat as a lake, can be worshiped as generals!"

He stood up and stared into Li Sifu's eyes.

"Calm down, study, and do everything well in a down-to-earth manner. I will entrust you with a more important mission."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left the headquarters.

Li Sifu stood where he was, staring blankly at Chen Jianqiu's leaving back.

He took a deep breath.

A 30-year-old man suddenly had some water in his eyes.

Li Sifu didn't know why it ran out at this time.

After the Spanish-American War, the domestic situation in the United States seemed to suddenly recover from the blood.

Roosevelt gained enormous popularity in this war.

He returned to New York State again and was successfully elected as Governor of New York State.

Chen Jianqiu was making money.

The Boer War is raging in southern Africa,

Whether it is the Boers or the British, they all shed blood on this African land.

But these have nothing to do with Chen Jianqiu.

He contrived to sell his stock to both sides of the war.

Both sides have been red-eyed.

The British Empire is for face, Boer is for survival.

And some bad rumors about the Chinese suddenly spread in some big cities.