Defeat Half of America!

Today's Congress is controlled by Northern capitalists and Southern plantation slave owners; how can he, as an individual, possibly stand against such a powerful force?

Just as Chen Mo said, Henry Clay simply preempted the Southern slave owners by taking action against him. Even without him, his fellow Southerners would not have let him go.

Zachary Taylor deeply felt the horror of politics, which was far more complex than he had imagined.

Even if he abandons personal gains and losses and prioritizes national interests above all else, he will ultimately infringe upon the interests of others, making them eager to eliminate him.

Ironically, he never understood this until his death, naively believing that he had truly died of illness.

If it weren't for Chen Mo, he would never have known that so many complicated things were hidden behind this.

Perhaps he shouldn't have run for president in the first place; staying quietly on his cotton plantation as a farmer would have been his best destiny.

Thinking of this, Zachary Taylor felt disheartened, his eyes dimmed instantly, and he slumped onto the bed, head bowed, staring blankly at the blanket in front of him, speechless for a long time.

Victor and James looked at Chen Mo with concern upon seeing his appearance.

Chen Mo smiled slightly and asked Zachary Taylor in a low voice.

"Don't you want revenge?"

"Revenge?"

Zachary Taylor kept his head down, muttering to himself. Chen Mo could see the intense fluctuations in his eyes. After a while, the intense fluctuations subsided completely, and Zachary Taylor gently shook his head and said in a low voice.

"What good would revenge do? Even if I killed Henry Clay, other bankers' representatives would still come to power. Even if I killed bankers, factory owners, plantation owners, and slave owners would still come. I can't just kill them all, can I?"

Clearly, Zachary Taylor has lost faith in this dark, corrupt country controlled by capitalists.

"Then do you want to abolish slavery?"

A slight smile played on Chen Mo's lips.

"Yes! Of course I want to! But I can't do it, and neither can the next president! Those slave owners represent half of United States! Unless we defeat half of United States, slavery will never be abolished!"

As a plantation owner himself, Zachary Taylor was well aware of the powerful influence of Southern slave owners throughout the United States South. The entire Southern state was completely under the control of these slave owners, from the military and state and county governments to civilians and slaves.

During his tenure, all he thought about was preventing slavery from spreading to United States and maintaining the status quo; he never considered abolishing slavery altogether.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't!

Slaves were the private property of plantation owners and their free labor. If slavery were abolished, they would have to pay these people who cultivated the plantations for them at the same price as hiring commoners. This would disrupt their balance of income and expenditure, and they might even be unable to make ends meet, leading to the collapse of many plantations.

Slaves were the lifeblood of plantation slave owners, and they could not allow slavery to be abolished, as it touched their most fundamental interests. If the United States. government forcibly abolished slavery, the final result would only be the secession of the southern slave states from the Union, and it might even lead to Civil War.

"Then defeat half of United States!"

Chen Mo's tone was incredibly relaxed and casual, as if he were talking not about the powerful United States, but about a weak and small country.

"Defeat them?"

Zachary Taylor muttered to himself.

"That's right, politics and compromise cannot solve the problem of slavery; the only solution is war!"

"However, the time is not yet ripe. In fifteen years, slavery will be completely a thing of the past!"

"Fifteen years?"

As he muttered the deadline Chen Mo had given him, a glimmer of light appeared in Zachary Taylor's dim eyes.

Although he didn't know why Chen Mo was so certain that slavery would end in fifteen years, Zachary Taylor, having personally experienced the miraculous ability to come back from the dead, now blindly believed Chen Mo's words, much like Victor and James.

Fifteen years may sound like a long time, but it seemed like a short time to Zachary Taylor. He originally thought that it would be long before slavery in the United States was completely overthrown in the 20th or even 21st century.

For a system that is deeply rooted in a country and has been in place for nearly a century, and that involves the fundamental interests of the ruling half of the population, changing it is not something that can be done overnight. Fifteen years is already a very short time.

Zachary Taylor could imagine that these fifteen years would definitely not be peaceful. Just as Chen Mo said, politics and compromise could not solve the slave problem; the only way was war!

Only by defeating half of United States can slavery be completely abolished!

The end of slavery will inevitably be a great war that is even larger in scale, and also more tragic and magnificent than the Mexican-American War!

"If you want, you can join the army with Victor and James and personally end slavery!"

Chen Mo's words made Zachary Taylor's eyes light up.

The reason he was tired of war before was because he was betrayed by his own people, resulting in heavy casualties among his soldiers. In addition, the Mexican-American War was essentially a war of aggression. Although it expanded the country's territory, Zachary Taylor did not feel particularly honored.

The war against slave owners was for the unification of the motherland and the liberation of the people, and Zachary Taylor felt the flame of battle reignite in his heart.

However, fifteen years later, he would be over eighty years old. How could he possibly go to the battlefield again? Even if the war started earlier, his body would hardly be able to withstand it.

Over the years, Zachary Taylor increasingly felt that his health was deteriorating. Although he was still considered strong among his peers, his condition was rapidly declining compared to his younger days. This is why he did not doubt that he had contracted malaria and subsequently "died" within a few days.

Moreover, it's hard to say whether he'll even live to see that day. In this day and age, not many people live to be eighty.

Chen Mo looked into Zachary Taylor's eyes, which brightened briefly before quickly dimming again, sensing his disappointment and regret. He easily saw through Zachary Taylor's thoughts.

"As for your body, that's not a problem. I can bring you back to life, so I can restore your youth. In fact, you already possess Eternal Life!"

"What?!"