Chapter 6: The Battle of Julu

"Mr. President, Samuel Young’s Battle of Julu—breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats—truly matches your style at Liberty Pass!" Marcus said gravely, studying the map in the army tent.

Marcus traced the lines on the map, his finger trembling with excitement. The tent was filled with the scent of coffee and gun oil, the air thick with anticipation.

"In Julu, Samuel Young won against overwhelming odds, Zachary Harris and William Lee were defeated. It dealt a huge blow to Chicago morale." Michael Taylor, long since rescued, added.

Michael’s voice was quiet, but his words carried weight. The men around him nodded, the gravity of defeat settling in.

"Young’s bravery is unmatched in history. I was careless." Harrison narrowed his eyes.

He clenched his fists, the sting of defeat sharp. But beneath the regret was a burning determination to learn, adapt, and overcome.

Harrison knew how formidable Samuel Young was, so before sending Zachary Harris and William Lee to encircle him, he’d given prior instructions.

He thought he could change history—he had Harris and Lee redeploy, not following the original numbers, relying on numerical superiority to avoid total defeat.

But Samuel Young, one of the four great strategists, even with Harrison’s foresight, used his innate command and courage to counter every move, defeating Harris and Lee with fewer troops and even greater brilliance.

The only difference was in the details:

Zachary Harris died at Julu, while William Lee, thanks to Harrison’s redeployment, led fifty thousand survivors back to Washington after defeat.

This was Harrison’s first major defeat since arriving in Chicago.

At that moment, he understood: in the face of true battlefield genius, even experience from later generations couldn’t guarantee victory.

Moreover, history had already been rewritten—the original records no longer applied.

He stared at the map, the lines blurring, the weight of leadership heavy on his shoulders. He realized the future was his to shape, for better or worse.

"So be it. Let’s set the records aside and let me personally face the unrivaled Overlord of New York!"

Harrison stood before the map, determined, speaking to himself.

He straightened his tie, squared his shoulders, ready to write a new chapter in the history books.

"Michael, any news of Henry Nash of Peoria?" Harrison asked.

Michael shook his head.

"This man is crucial, must be found! If you find him, treat him generously, strive to recruit him for Chicago. If not... he must be eliminated!"

Harrison’s words were full of murderous intent.

The Taylor brothers exchanged glances, shocked—this was the first time they sensed such caution and seriousness from the young president.

Recruit or destroy—such was the treatment reserved for world-shaking talents.

Who exactly was this unknown Henry Nash of Peoria?

The men in the tent whispered, the name Henry Nash becoming a legend before he even appeared. The stakes had never been higher.