Chapter 685: Not good, the governor was shot seven times in the back and committed suicide!

Ashes like cotton wool floated on the streets of Sacramento. When Amur led his troops into the Third Street, he was hitting a burning carriage across the middle of the road. The horse pulling the carriage had already been pierced by stray bullets, and his intestines were dragged on the charred road, attracting several vultures to circling in the sky.

"Scatter! Scatter!" The Mongolian man yelled in stiff English - he suddenly rushed into Sacramento with a multi-ethnic coalition, so it's not enough to just speak Mongolian language, and he has to say a few English words.

His coalition forces include 700 Mexican-Americans, 1,000 Irish or other Americans, and 1,300 Chinese-Americans - they have now proved that they are American enough and can naturally serve on the table!

Three thousand "American people of all ethnic groups" were divided into three groups and drilled into the alley. A grocery store on the corner of the street suddenly spit out flames. The private soldiers of the four major families dismantled various furniture as bunkers. The bullets of the rifled gun made a Mongolian horse neigh and raised its front hooves, and then fell heavily. However, the "American Mongolian people" on the horse's back had already nimbled off the horse's back before the war horse fell to the ground, and at the same time, they picked up an M1841 Mississippi rifle and fired it back.

The square in front of the state government building became a meat grinder. Charles, the eldest son of the Stanford family, personally carried a double-barrel hunting rifle and directed the servants to build barricades with pianos and bookcases. The bodyguards of the Huntington family set up a six-pound cannon on the Capitol building. The children of the Crockers were entrenched in the state Supreme Court and used their rifled guns to defend the white supremacy of California Constitution. The Hopkins family had few people, and Mark Hopkins had to take action himself, leading a group of Irish miners to guard the square in front of the state government building, and repelled the attacks of the Free California coalition again and again with the tactic of queuing and shooting.

The meat grinding battle in Sacramento City is hard to tell for a moment!

"God bless the whites! California whites will never fall." Governor Weller stood in front of the third floor window and murmured and shouted slogans. His silky glasses were stained with smoke from gunpowder and he held a fine hunting rifle produced by Remington in his hand.

boom!

The oak door of the Supreme Court opposite the state government building was blown away by explosives, and Amur led his men to rush in with the door panel. Old Tom, the housekeeper of the Crocker family, poured oil from the second floor, and three Mongolian cavalry covered their faces and fell into the burning rubble. White Irish soldiers took the opportunity to counterattack and once again repelled the California Free Army's offensive.

"Hold on! The federal reinforcements are on the road!" Weiler shouted wildly when he saw the Free Army being repelled, "The Federation's 'Sasquehanna' has entered the San Francisco Bay. This shows that the Federation supports us!"

"Governor, look south"

The Crocker banker James Crocker, behind him, suddenly shouted: "There is an army to the south."

"Yes, it's Bigler here!" Weiler shouted, "Bigler is a good one."

"No, that's the red flag of the True Joe School! Bigler was defeated!" Lelan Stanford's trembling voice shattered Weller's hope, and Weller's governor's office suddenly became silent!

In the marble hall of Crocker Bank, the crystal chandelier shook slightly under the vibration of the cannon fire. Xianfeng (Zhao Si) sat on the leather seat in the president's office, and his fingers rhythmically hit the mahogany desktop. The portrait of James Crocker hanging on the wall was pierced by a bullet, just in his eyes.

"I said, we are not here to rebel." Xianfeng said fluently in English, his eyes sweeping back and forth between Carney and Leland Stanford. The Irish union president just called Xianfeng "my dear Gennoser" again; while the head of the Stanford family maintained the elegance unique to the upper class, even though his silk bow tie had been tilted to the side.

Lelan Stanford took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Mr. Zhao, your army you really sent to capture half of Sacramento, but said it wasn't a rebellion?"

Xianfeng suddenly smiled and showed his neat white teeth: "It's not half, but the whole failure is rebellion, and success is revolution! This fate is revolution, Washington has revolution, so we can't do it?"

He took out a copy of the United States Constitution and played it in his hands: "The Naturalization Act of 1790 stipulates that any free white person can be naturalized after living for two years. Just say I am idle, right? Just say I am free or not?" He took out his pistol and put it on the desk, "Just say I am worthy of that vote!"

Although Xianfeng is quite ugly, with a pockmarked face and triangular eyes, he is indeed quite white, whiter than most white people! And he must be a free man.

"The free white man refers to." Lelan Stanford knew that Zhao Si did not say how "white" he should be "white" in distorting the spirit of the Naturalization Law, and that the naturalization Law was "white" to the extent that he was a free white man. However, the legislators at that time "argued" that free white man refers to European white man, and in the decades after 1790, the definition of "free white man" in the Naturalization Law was never challenged.

Until now

"boom!"

A loud noise suddenly came from outside the bank, and the whole building trembled. Dust fell from the ceiling and fell on Stanford's expensive camel velvet suit.

Carney smiled with his front teeth missing: "You Bai, Mr. Zhao, you are the whitest person I have ever met, and you must be a free white man!"

Lelan Stanford also got his idea: "All people from East Asia in California are free white people!"

Xianfeng nodded and patted his pistol: "The Constitution really needs to be defended with weapons! But it is not enough for you to say that we are free whites! We are talking about the law and have to let the California Supreme Court decide that we are free whites!"

It turned out that Xianfeng was here to "fight" the lawsuit with guns and cannons!

Xianfeng stood up and walked to the window. Through the broken glass, you could see the thick smoke rising from the state government building. "Mr. Stanford," Xianfeng said in a cold tone, "Our requirements are not high. As long as the California Supreme Court determines that all Chinese are free whites, they can obtain American nationality under the Naturalization Act and have complete citizenship, can they have full citizenship?"

"Okay! Must do it!" How dare Lilan Stanford say that it is not possible?

If you say no, the Stanford family will perish!

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you!" Carney nodded repeatedly, and he didn't dare to say that he couldn't. He would have to move his head if he dared to say a word of no word!

Xianfeng nodded with satisfaction. Although he had been trying to kill more white people before, he also knew that some white people in this "white American who everyone is equal" were more equal than other white people, such as white people in California with the surname Stanford, Huntington, Hopkins and Crocker. Killing them all would probably make the white men in the east fear the "Eastern White" in California.

Keep them and let them take the surviving members of the parliament, the judge judges judges all Chinese as "free whites" as the best choice. The United States talks about "state power first" and "case law". Once the California Supreme Court makes a judgment, it will form a case. Moreover, the state Supreme Court can "question" the "constitutionality" of federal law. For example, the California Supreme Court can question the constitutionality of the Naturalization Law!

Although the Federal Supreme Court still holds the final authority, the Chinese in California are suing with guns and cannons. The Federal Army obviously does not have the strength to defeat the Chinese militia in California. If the Federal Supreme Court ruled that "Chinese in California are not free whites", will the eastern states be willing to provide militias and tax increases to help the federal attack on California?

Therefore, Xianfeng felt that as long as he could go through the procedures, the federal side would have a great possibility of admitting it.

He finally said to Stanford and Carney: "As for Governor Weller, give him a decent! Do you know what 'decent' is?"

Governor Weiler was awakened by the smell of urine.

On the oak desk in the state government building, a whiskey bottle was poured into a pool of yellow water. He groped and picked up his glasses, and found that the smoke outside the window had dispersed at some point. The setting sun pulled the broken pillars of the Supreme Court into long shadows, like a row of gallows.

The corridor is terriblely quiet.

"James Charles?" His leather shoes creaked on the broken glass. The treasurer's office was open, the safe was wide open, and the gold bars disappeared. The oil painting "Light of California" at the corner of the corridor was scratched by a dagger.

The door was suddenly knocked open.

Stanford, Carney, Huntington... and six men with guns. Lelan's silk bow tie was crooked, and Carney's work clothes were replaced with tweed coats.

"Where is the reinforcements?" Weiler's roar was filled with blood. "Have the reinforcements arrived?"

Leland lifted Colt's revolver: "The federal House of Congress and the Senate passed a resolution two weeks ago...determined that the conflict caused by the anti-China conflict in California is 'state affairs'."

"What?" Weiler couldn't believe his ears, "This is impossible!"

Bang!

The first shot hit the knee. When Weiler fell to the ground, he saw his silver-plated revolver slid to the corner of the wall - the gun handle was engraved with "White Man Supremacy".

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bullet penetrated the back and felt like it was nailed into the spine by burnt iron nails. Weller's fingers were cleaved into the embroidery of the carpet, which was a gift from the Stanford family when California joined the Federation in 1850.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The last bullet lifted the Tianling cover. Carney squatted down and stuffed the smoked barrel into the governor's hand: "Mr. Governor's depression attack..."

When the governor's personal assistant rushed in, everyone had already made a sad expression. The young assistant looked at the seven bullet holes on the governor's body and stuttered: "How can I report this to Washington?"

Lelan took out the gold pocket watch and said, "Just say--the governor was shot seven times in the back and committed suicide."

When the sun sets in the Sacramento River, a quick letter has been sent from the state government building: "...Governor Weiler committed suicide in his office due to excessive mental pressure. California's liberals have restored constitutional order and will soon organize the governor's by-election and the state Supreme Court judges' by-election. I hope the federal government will recognize it!"
Chapter completed!