I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Although political correctness makes scientists and politicians secretive about the distribution of IQ among people, everyone knows this fact that is visible to the naked eye.

Among the trainees of the Daming Navy in this period, it is not surprising that there are also several masters who have mastered the mathematics required for ocean-going driving and naval gun calibration.

It doesn't matter if you don't have such a strong learning ability.

Various miscellaneous tasks such as organization and scheduling and resource planning are also required on the warship.

From fresh water storage to repelling insects and rats, there is knowledge everywhere.

It even includes how to raise ship cats, how to make them not lose their cuteness and soothe the hearts of officers and soldiers, but also keep their wildness to complete their job of good mouse catching. This is also a trick.

There is nothing difficult about these things, just hard work and patience.

Of course, bullying by white people is inevitable.

Fortunately, what they scolded was drowning in the footbath, and even Morishita felt that he was Daiming now, so there was no psychological trauma.

Moreover, Zhu Fugui had prepared two thousand dollars for them to bribe the naval officers early in the morning, so in general, they would not be bullied too much.

Everyone ate instant noodles, sang ditties from their hometown, and imagined the scene of sailing warships and ships back to Daming half a month later.

However, at this moment, a heart-piercing scream cut through the noise of the pier and came from afar.

Donald was so frightened that the noodle bowl in his hand fell to the ground: "What's that sound? Could it be that some military officer is beating the soldiers?"

Wang Zhonghuang looked very calm, took a sip of noodles, and explained lightly: "Master Sangui, don't be alarmed, this is not from our pier, but from the small island opposite, if you don't believe me, look! "

As he spoke, he handed the binoculars hanging around his neck to Donald.

Following the direction Wang Zhonghuang pointed, Donald raised the binoculars and turned them around.

When the focus was gradually adjusted, a small island appeared in the field of vision, and a small white house was built on the small island by the mountain.

The house looked gloomy.

If Zhu Fugui was here, he would definitely think of old movies like "The Shining" and "Shutter Island".

At this time, the heart-piercing shout came again.

Donald quickly adjusted the angle, and saw a young man in a hospital gown with disheveled hair running barefoot on the beach.

It was he who uttered the cry, and it crossed the wide sea, and was still clearly audible on the pier.

Behind this young man, a tall and thin man wearing a python robe from the Qing Dynasty was chasing after him with a pair of long needles that looked like electrodes.

The young man was quickly caught, blocked by two nurses in old-fashioned cheongsams.

As he was stuffed with a cotton cloth and dragged back into the white house, the island was quiet again.

Putting down the binoculars, Donald asked in shock, "What's going on with that island? Is it a branch of Blackwell Island Prison?"

"That's not a prison, it's the coastal campus of New York Medical School."

Wang Zhonghuang introduced, "I also read related news from local newspapers when I was practicing English. The famous medical expert Dr. Porter returned to his alma mater to work in his alma mater. In order to ensure a good medical environment, the New York City government specially allocated This island was given to him as a medical center."

……

After 3 days.

Abraham Lincoln left New York apprehensively and boarded a train back to Washington.

In the quiet first-class compartment, the waiter handed Lincoln a glass of Burgundy red wine.

Lincoln, who grew up in rural Indiana, actually prefers to drink native wine, but since he became a lawyer by accident, he has become accustomed to drinking imported wine.

Even if many times he just pours the wine from his hometown into the bottle of imported wine.

Of course, as a Puritan, Lincoln often had to pretend to be against drinking too much.

He was an early member of the Springfield chapter of the Washingtonian Alcoholics Anonymous Association.

But under the pressure of today, Lincoln also had to rely on alcohol to decompress.

Negotiations with bankers and big capitalists in New York went well.

As the true masters of the United States, they have long prepared a package of plans to raise funds for the federal government.

These include the pledge of minerals, land, and railroad lines in the vast area west of the Mississippi River.

Anyway, those uninhabited places were snatched by themselves, and selling them for money was also a routine operation.

This is a win-win situation for politicians and businessmen, and there is nothing to tangle with.

What really made Lincoln frown were two things.

The first is his youngest son, Willie.

She was emaciated to horrific proportions due to severe unexplained diarrhea.

The local doctors in Washington were at a loss, and suggested the ultimate desperate treatment, cutting deep veins and bleeding.

The pastors of the church said that he was cursed by a witch and suggested that Lincoln find a woman and burn him.

After all, he was also a lawyer. Lincoln would not do such an outrageous thing. He felt that these suggestions were unreliable.

So this time he had to pin his hopes on the legendary Doctor Potter.

He can bring miracles to the Southerners, and of course he can also bring miracles to the North.

Dr. Porter was able to get a private island. Although it was the decision of the New York City Government and the New York Medical College, there was a lingering shadow of the White House behind it.

Chapter 144 The Battle of Famous Generals, Lincoln's Wailing

Lincoln sent his son to the island himself.

By that time Willie was unable to walk and was very weak.

Lincoln asked Dr. Porter for treatment methods, and if mercury or other medicines were needed, he could find a way to provide them.

However, Dr. Porter twisted his beard and talked about a lot of nouns such as the five elements of heaven and man, the three elements and four towers, the two forms of yin and yang, the sun, the sun, the sun, the shaoyang, and the shaoyin, which Lincoln couldn't even understand...

Anyway, Lincoln finally understood a sentence. What Dr. Porter meant was that his youngest son, Willie, was short of electricity!

Electricity is a good thing. It is ancient and mysterious, yet powerful at the same time. It represents the most powerful natural force mastered by human beings.

To put it simply, what did the people who drank those Nuka-Cola and laser sodas think, and what Lincoln thinks now.

Having said that, when Willie was actually plugged in with electrodes and energized for "wave-style modified acupuncture" and screamed horribly, Lincoln almost pulled out his pistol and shot Potter dead.

However, at that time, a medical miracle happened!

Willie, who was so weak that he needed a maid to feed him with a spoon even when he drank honey water, jumped off the operating table and ran away.

Seeing such miraculous curative effects, Lincoln finally felt relieved.

"Confucius said that good medicine is good for the disease, but the process is always painful. Mr. President, you need to be patient."

Facing the immortal Dr. Potter, Lincoln nodded vigorously.

……

Lincoln was not only worried that his son would suffer too much, but also worried that Dr. Porter's attack would be too light, which would cause his illness to relapse.

In addition to such contradictory and complicated feelings, another thing that worried Lincoln even more was the war bulletin he obtained through the president's secret intelligence network.

The famous general who was single-handedly promoted by him, Robert King led the Seventh Army of Maryland, the 54th Massachusetts Army, and the First West Virginia Army, with a total of 6 people. They were led by Stonewall Jackson in Fredericksburg. The 3-strong Army of Northern Virginia was defeated.

After hearing the news, Lincoln immediately sent someone to the stock exchange to sell all his stocks.

After all, when the news spreads in New York City, the stock market will definitely crash.

Although due to investment mistakes, several of Lincoln's stocks have not yet been released, but when will we not cut the meat at this time?

Immediately after all this was done, Lincoln boarded a train back to Washington.

He swears that when he arrives in Washington, he will dismiss Robert King as soon as possible!

That's [-] against [-]!

How could that kid...how could...

and many more!

Thinking back on the records of the commanders he appointed in the past two years, Lincoln actually discovered that the number of Robert King's troops was twice as large as the opponent's. It seemed normal to lose, and even the exchange ratio was not bad?

Lincoln shook his head, thinking he might be being too hard on the young man.

After all, he was facing Stonewall Jackson.

I should give him another chance.

Of course, don't even think about the big corps battle, go back and play mud with the black slaves!

In any case, the blow to Lincoln's own prestige from this big defeat must be huge.

Lincoln knew that not only the opposition party, but even William Henry Seward, the secretary of state he appointed, had become increasingly restless.

This arrogant guy even asked himself to delegate some of the powers of the president to him in "Several Suggestions to the President" on April 4, which is simply a dream.

The current vice president, Hannibal Hamlin, is a hardcore member of the Republican Party, but it is a pity that his ability is insufficient.

Lincoln had already decided that he would ditch Hamlin in next year's presidential election to work with Democrat Andrew Johnson.

Although Johnson was a Democrat, he was the only Southerner Lincoln trusted. With his help, Lincoln's re-election would become more secure.

Thinking like this, Lincoln fell asleep with a slight hint of alcohol.

(Note: Andrew Johnson was the vice president of Lincoln's second term. After Lincoln was assassinated, he automatically became the No.17 president of the United States. He was also the closest to being impeached and the least successful president in history. He was so drunk during the ceremony that he had to rely on his assistant to lift his hand to complete the ceremony. Anyway, Mr. Bit is unreliable.)

In the 60s, the speed of the fastest train had reached 130 kilometers per hour, almost the same as the green leather cars of later generations.

But that's just the newest type of train.

The railway from New York to Washington was built earlier, and only old-fashioned trains with a speed of 60 kilometers per hour were running on it.

So when Lincoln had a long sleep, the train barely reached Washington.

With the help of the envoy and his entourage, Lincoln washed his face with warm water and restored his calm appearance in front of people.

He stepped off the train and looked around with confident eyes.

Lincoln was prepared to deal with opponents and bad media, and he must not let their cameras capture his panicked shots.

Sure enough, the scene was already surrounded by reporters and the bulky cameras they set up.

At this moment, a familiar face appeared in front of Lincoln.

Mike Wallace, of Stillson Hutchins' Washington Post, is a scathing reporter.

Although Mike Wallace has no obvious political inclinations, but out of the tradition of reporters who like to make big news, he often asks about embarrassing Lincoln.

Seeing Wallace approaching, Lincoln cleared his throat, ready to retort.

After all, he was born relatively early, so he didn't know there was such a trick as "fake news, next one" in the world.

"Dear Mr. President, may I ask how you feel about the young general Colonel Robert King Jr., who was discovered by you in the Battle of Fredericksburg? What do you think? Is all this in your calculations?"

"Mr. reporter, please pay attention to your wording. I am not familiar with Robert King, and there is no promotion relationship. The tie with Thomas this time is completely his own will... Wait? What did you say? A tie?"

Abraham Lincoln froze in place.

At this time, a White House official hurried out from the crowd, whispered a few words in Lincoln's ear, and handed the latest briefing in front of him.

Lincoln read the briefing in a hurry.

Then he suddenly raised his head and straightened his tie: "As we all know, Commodore Robert King and I have a father-son relationship. I discovered him at a glance when I inspected the troops before. He did not disappoint. In this battle Among them, he brilliantly completed the strategic deployment I made, and heroically repelled the dying counterattack of the southern rebel army. It can be said that this battle is under my command..."

Lincoln spoke eloquently for about 10 minutes under the flashing lights. After all the reporters left, the White House officials behind him also stepped forward to congratulate Lincoln.

However, at this moment, Lincoln suddenly lost all his strength and fell straight backwards.

"Mr President!"

"Mr. President! What's the matter with you?"

"We're tied! A draw is a victory! Are you all right?"

"Daniel, hurry...go to New York...stock...my stock..."

Lincoln uttered a final cry with all his might, then rolled his eyes and passed out.

The station suddenly became a mess.

The reporter who was good at running ran back immediately.

If it was a battle report of defeat before, they would have had a lot of fun writing it now.