Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

It was July [-], [-], when Scott and Rhett left Venice for Atlanta.At this time, everyone in the south is filled with hope again.Despite the hardships of life, despite the constant stream of heinous vices such as grain speculation, despite the torment of death and disease in almost every household, the southerners now say as they did at the beginning of the war: "One more victory , the war is about to end." And everyone's tone was more confident than last summer.The Yankee was a hard nut, but the nut was going to be smashed at last.

There was joy and laughter everywhere.In the winter of [-], the Confederate army won a beautiful victory at Fredericksburg.In May, the walnut-colored soldiers fought another big victory at Chancellorsville.By the beginning of July, General Lee had penetrated into Pennsylvania, deep into the heart of the North.The whole city of Atlanta was ecstatic and excited, cheering and laughing loudly.Of course, at the same time, Bell's "red hair" is also overcrowded - it is understandable that the men's excited emotions need to be vented.

Amidst the laughter, only Scott and Rhett kept their cool heads.Rhett still looked on as if nothing would surprise him, but Scott was fully aware of the development, process and result of the matter.

He knew that Vicksburg was about to be lost, that the entire Mississippi, from St. Louis to New Orleans, would be lost to the North.Soon the Confederate army would be crushed at Gettysburg, and the defeat at Gettysburg would be a turning point in the American Civil War.

Only Rhett knew that Scott used all his resources, lobbied desperately, and worked hard at the upper echelon of the Confederacy for a long time to transfer the Georgia army and replace it with soldiers from other states.Rhett also laughed at him for letting his brothers in Georgia waste such a good opportunity to "build a career and make a name in history."

God, please forgive my selfishness this time.I can't bear the panic of my relatives and friends. I can't watch the friends I grew up with die in vain. I really can't witness the uncontrollable pleading and panic on the pale and silent faces of women. God, forgive me this time Selfishness, although I know that the boys I sent to die also have relatives, friends, wives, and lovers.

In the Battle of Gettysburg in my previous life, in Atlanta and even in the whole of Georgia, almost every family had relatives to participate—there were sons, brothers, fathers, lovers, and husbands.In this life, Scott made up his mind not to let the gentle, strong, warm and innocent southern women in Atlanta suffer the pain of bereavement, bereavement, bereavement.

But despite the infinite possibility of pain, they never thought about the news of failure.Their loved ones may have died in the dry grass under the hot sun, or lay dead on the rocky hills, but the cause they gave their lives will never fail.

God, even though I am selfish, I beg your forgiveness with the blood and tears of my heart.

As Rhett and Scott sauntered through the streets of Atlanta on their horses, Atlanta was calm.Cloudless and clear sky.

There was no lead in the chest, no wire in the throat.Scott reined in the reins of the white horse under his crotch, and turned his head to look at Rhett.The man opposite was riding a tall horse, wearing shiny boots and a crisp white linen suit, smoking an expensive cigar, looking so fashionable, so healthy, so handsome.The noon sun in Atlanta coated his resolute and dark side face with a layer of bronze. At this moment, Rhett looked like a Greek god riding a pegasus and descending from the sky.

Sensing Scott's almost substantive gaze, Rhett also turned his head and grinned: "Don't you think it's time for Dr. Meade to give us a famous speech about victory, saying that victory is like perching on our flag? A screeching hawk?"

Rhett Butler, you're here to spoil the atmosphere, aren't you?

Ignoring Scott's helplessness, Rhett dusted a piece of paper leisurely.What he held in his hand was an urgent telegram from Pennsylvania, which contained a dense list of casualties-but thank God, there were few names on the list that they were familiar with.

Because Scott was by his side, people coming and going on the street reluctantly greeted Rhett. Even if some people avoided him and detoured, at least no vicious "speculators" came out of their mouths.Scott, on the other hand, was treated quite warmly. People welcomed him as a hero.The difference in treatment between the two stems from the fact that Scott keeps his mouth shut and does not use the truth to stimulate the hearts of southern patriots, while Rhett takes pleasure in sarcasm and revealing the truth.

Scott would never allow his reputation to be tarnished, because he represented the O'Haras, and he knew that if he messed up his reputation, his parents and sisters would lose their place in the deeply rooted Southern upper class. foothold.So he was completely indifferent to the labels Rhett gave him—fake, green-eyed hypocrite, dishonesty, mischievous kid in a mask.

In fact, Rhett's reputation in Atlanta would have been abysmal if it hadn't been for Scott's close friend and Melanie's unwavering support.In fact, there were times when Rhett would have been infamous if Scott hadn't stopped him.On his dark face, the two arrogant eyes made people uncomfortable to look at, as if all the women in the world were his private property, and he could enjoy them whenever he wanted.Indifferent scrutiny eyes, mocking meaning, rogue style and deliberate bluntness and cynicism, like a cynical prophet, yelling at the lambs running towards the cliff, but no one responds, no one listens, and no one understand and care.

"Come on, Rhett, stop your annoying pessimistic and harsh arguments from now on, which made me also bear the notoriety of 'careless making friends'." Scott looked helplessly at Rui who was about to make a long speech. Tet, making a gesture to stop him, "You know I know as well as you do, what fool would go to war if the one who started it didn't make it holy? No matter what the orator shouts at the fools who go to war, the blood boils No matter how noble they advertise war, in fact, war has only one purpose—”

"—that's money." The two said the same thing at the same time.

"All wars are really about money." Rhett was no longer so casual. "It's a pity that few people have never realized this. I'm glad, Scott, that you have a little common sense in your beautiful little brain."

…Scott rolled his eyes.

"I'm very glad that you finally have a little expression on your poker-like face." Rhett's voice slowly lowered, showing some irony, self-mockery, depression and loneliness: "Sometimes the battle cry is 'Take back the tomb of Christ from the heretics!' Sometimes the fight ends with 'Down with the Pope!' Sometimes it's 'Cotton! Slavery! State rights!'" Ritter Slow Slowly regaining his original cynical look, he looked at Scott with a smile, and there was a magical turning point, "But since you are rich enough, you can make people you don't like go to hell."

Scott shrugged and said: "Come on, those noble citizens who criticize us as speculators all day long, in large part because they can't get as rich as us, they are out of balance. I believe that many people if If given the opportunity, they will not hesitate to participate in this system that they have criticized so much. So, Rhett, since you have made so many benefits in this system, don't stimulate those patriots who are weak nerves."

"Okay, okay, in order to prevent your innocent reputation from being compromised by me, I must try my best to calm down, hold my temper, and say less rebellious words that hurt the fragile hearts of those loyal Confederate patriots?"

Scott nodded approvingly.

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