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".Just after the federal army under General Sherman captured Atlanta in one fell swoop last September, the Union launched the 'March to the Sea' war operation. During the march, it completely destroyed various enemy military facilities and dealt a heavy blow to The enemy's economic power paralyzed the southern economy. On the Eastern Front, General Grant led the Northern Army to push the enemy to the vicinity of Richmond, the rebel 'capital'."

"At the beginning of the year, black freedmen in the slave states in the South fled one after another, and the plantation economy was on the verge of collapse. The naval blockade implemented by the federal navy almost cut off the trade between the South and Europe. At the same time, many opposition groups emerged within the South, and many Small farmers joined the 'Federalists' and began to engage in anti-war activities. Deserters in the south were increasing day by day, and food and daily necessities were scarce. The countdown to the declaration of complete victory in the war has entered!"

James read the front-page article titled "Countdown to Victory" in the latest issue of the New York Times in his hand. The article summarized the recent stage of the war, and then praised the correctness and advancement of the Federation. James looked at the date in the newspaper, April 2, 1865. He felt a little strange, as if he had forgotten something important.

Glancing at the food on the plate, James sighed deeply. Now every meal every day is a kind of "torture".

He seems to be feeding a ferocious beast to eat the things it hates most. Every time it eats, it will bite you bitterly, but you can only endure this bite and continue to feed it like this.

His extreme self-discipline and boxing practice for more than half a year have had some effect. He can be mentally stable for longer and longer, and his control of Qi and blood has also improved, but it is still very limited.

James finally understood why Victor had such a difficult time in the advanced practice of boxing. The tyranny in the spirit will disturb your inner peace all the time, and the interference of vampire power aggravates this chaos.

In the darkness underground, he faced pain that could not be healed by his own healing ability. That kind of loneliness made James deeply frustrated.

There are still a few friends of his in this world, including Butler Wayne, Teacher Daniel, and Abraham, and they will eventually leave him.

Abraham! Abraham Lincoln!

James thought of President Lincoln's name like thunder in his mind. He grabbed the newspaper on the stone table, stared at the time, and hurriedly rang the summons bell.

He remembered what he had forgotten.

John Booth had been drinking brandy for two days in a row. His face was somewhat handsome, with a mustache, but bags under his eyes, and his hair stuck to his forehead, shining with oil.

Booth did not expect that the war would end so quickly. Even if the South suffered repeated defeats, it was not without a chance. General Joseph Johnston still had 30,000 troops, and the South still had two states in hand, but Robert Lee This coward actually surrendered just like that! There are more than 20,000 people around him, he should fight to the death!

In vain, he has repeatedly praised Li as the greatest military strategist of the current era, bah!

For the sake of the South, John Booth devoted himself unreservedly. He traveled and performed throughout the United States as a well-known actor, obtained a lot of important information, and obtained a lot of medicines that were urgently needed in the South. He was also the hero of this battle of faith. But the sentenced person wiped out all his efforts and dedication with just his words.

He picked up the bottle and took two more swigs, the resentment in his eyes seemed to be real.

Boom, "John, are you here?"

There was a knock on the door, and Booth shrank his neck reflexively. Hearing this voice, it was Herold, a colleague from the theater. He arranged his greasy hair in a panic, walked forward and opened the door.

"You're in the room, John. Oh, the smell in your room is terrible."

Herold couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose, and felt that it seemed impolite. He held back and said, "I haven't seen you recently. The owner of Ford's Theater has invited two guests. Are you interested in going there on the 14th?" Watch a new play? It's a stage play about the Battle of Gettysburg, and the president and government dignitaries will go to watch it."

"Gettysburg? Hehe, I won't go. Wait, who do you think will go?" John Booth suddenly became interested, and his depressed eyes immediately lit up.

"Mr. President, Vice President, Secretary of War, General Grant, and it is said that there are many other important military and political figures." Herold said with his fingers.

"Okay! I'll go to Ford's Theater on the night of the 14th, right?"

Herold was a little surprised by Booth's sudden energy. He had been very strange recently and seemed to have encountered a huge blow. However, seeing that he had been praising the correctness of the Union in front of others, maybe it was because he could see Lincoln. Get excited about the president.

The moment Booth thanked Herold and closed the door, he felt a generous sense of mission and made some determination.

On the evening of April 14, 1865, Washington.

The train arriving at the station had not yet stopped. As the steam filled the air, Jack Pitt and his two companions looked tiredly at the slowly stopping train platform outside the window.

"Let's find a hotel to stay in first, then go to the White House tomorrow morning to report and meet Mr. President?"

Lauren said to Jack, who was sitting across from him, that this unexpected mission had made them work non-stop for several days without any delay. Now that they had finally arrived in Washington, they inevitably wanted to have a good night's rest first.

Jack yawned and held his cheeks. He was a little moved by Lauren's proposal, but then he thought of Master James' scary and eager look in the underground space that day, and he still shook his head.

"The young master's order is to rush to Washington as quickly as possible without stopping to meet Mr. President. No delay is allowed before seeing him in person."

Jack said with a serious face. He didn't know why James asked them to go to Washington in such an emergency to take on President Lincoln's security for a period of time. But the fear of his anger and the scarlet in his eyes made Jack recall that he still endured it. I can't help but get chills.

Lauren and Chris exchanged helpless glances. They did not dare to comment or disobey Jack's orders from Master James. This was a huge fear that arose under James' training a few years ago.

In the White House, Mrs. Mary held Lincoln's hand with some worry and said softly:

"Should we just take Stephen as a guard? There are too few people, and this young man has a bit of a temper."

"Don't worry. Apart from me and Grant, whoever is not accompanied by a few guards today will be fine in Washington."

President Lincoln patted the back of his wife's hand and led her into the carriage.

Ford's Theater, just before ten o'clock.

John Booth checked his pistol for the last time in the bathroom. He was very ambitious. If he could kill the President, Vice President, General Grant and others in one go, then the war might directly reverse the situation!

It has to be said that the brandy is indeed very powerful. After the inspection, Booth sneaked up to the second floor where the president's box was located. He had already observed in advance that the only guard the president brought sneaked out and did not know what he was doing. He just wanted to Just rush in and shoot, and everything will be fine.

"Jack, do you really want to go to the theater to look for Mr. President?"

Lauren asked helplessly. The three of them rushed to the White House without stopping and explained the situation to the briefing office. Many staff in the White House knew Jack. During the war, James took Jack and others to meet with the President frequently, so Informed them that President Lincoln went to see a play at Ford's Theater tonight.

"Well, I'd better go and wait at the door to say hello. You guys go to the hotel first and I'll come over later." Jack thought about it and decided to meet the President first. Anyway, he has been traveling like this for a few days. , no less than this time.

The carriage drove to the door of Ford's Theater. Jack got down and looked at the man holding a small bottle and sipping at the door of the pub opposite. He seemed to have met him before. He was a member of Mr. President's guard.

Jack, who wanted to wait outside the theater, felt inexplicably the need to go up and take a look. There were no security personnel in the theater, so he entered the lobby. A handsome man came out of the bathroom and nervously walked to the second floor. As he walked to the private room, he tightly covered his pocket with one hand. There seemed to be something hard inside.

Jack became increasingly uneasy. He subconsciously followed. The man in front of him kept speeding up. The whole theater suddenly burst into violent cheers. The plot seemed to have reached a certain climax. The man took the opportunity to push open the box door and rushed out. Go in.

John Booth pulled out a gun and pointed it at President Lincoln's head, who was still immersed in the drama.

boom!

Historically, Lincoln's death was so "casual". Of course, it cannot be ruled out that someone had already laid the groundwork for the assassin.