America 1881: Legend of the West

At midnight.

Chen Jianqiu was using the moonlight to observe the terrain at the bridge when he suddenly saw a trolley driving towards him.

Under the moonlight, the trolley made a "creak, creak" sound, and the scene was a bit strange.

Chen Jianqiu turned on the shooter mode.

He took the dagger out of his boot and prepared to throw it.

"Boss, boss, don't throw it away~, it's me!"

The trolley stopped, and a white crescent moon appeared.

Sean walked from the shadows into the moonlight with a smile.

His clothes were stained with soot and turned black.

"Didn't I ask you to get explosives? Why did you push a cart over?"

Chen Jianqiu took back the dagger and walked to the cart.

He looked inside the car.

It turned out to be a truck full of explosives and detonators!

"Well, you were lucky not to be blown up. You actually put the detonator and explosives together. Did Maxim not give you enough training in Roswell?"

Chen Jianqiu frowned.

He rolled up his sleeves and took the detonators and explosives out of the car.

"That's how they kept it." Sean pouted as he helped move the things down.

"You can break the door lock of the cabin where the explosives are stored with the butt of a rifle. I even doubt whether this thing can explode."

Chen Jianqiu picked up a piece of explosive and observed it carefully.

Judging from the status, there is no big problem, but the actual effect is left to fate.

"Tie it up more, this wooden bridge is not a strong thing."

The two of them tied a whole truckload of explosives under the bridge and installed detonators.

"Do you want to make a mark?" Sean turned back and asked Chen Jianqiu who climbed to the roof.

"No, you can see it." Chen Jianqiu raised the gun in his hand and took aim.

In shooter mode, the position of the detonator is clearly visible.

After everything was ready, Chen Jianqiu and Sean returned to the settlement together.

Chinese workers are collecting and making weapons according to their own abilities.

There was a pile of pickaxes, axes and mining shovels on the ground, as well as some simple bows and arrows and stone ropes.

"Jianqiu, do we really rely on these to fight those foreigners? They have guns!"

Old man Xinjie looked at these things on the ground and asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, listen to me, you can strangle them to death even if you only have one pair of underwear."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the people who were busy.

"How many of them know how to use a gun?"

The Chinese workers stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

It's okay to let them swing a hoe, but most of them have never used a gun.

"I can, I've fucked Orion."

The old miner named Lei Youqing came out and said to Chen Jianqiu.

No one knows the origin of this old man, only that he seems to have been involved in a lawsuit there.

He has a bad temper, gets angry easily, and is notoriously difficult to deal with in the mines.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" Chen Jianqiu looked him up and down and asked.

"Killed the dog." Lei Youqing's eyes were fierce and full of fire.

"Very good." Chen Jianqiu turned his head and said to everyone, "Here are some stronger young men, pick up a handy weapon and follow me."

He took Lei Youqing and a few young men to the house closest to the bridge.

This house was originally a dormitory for several miners, but several of them died in the mines not long ago.

Other Chinese workers thought this place was unlucky, so no one wanted to live here.

The windows of the house face the bridge, and the door is on the back.

Chen Jianqiu led everyone around to the back and kicked open the door of the house.

He carried a ladder from inside and set it up next to the door.

"You ambush near this room. If anyone comes to climb the ladder, kill them!" Chen Jianqiu patted the dust on his hands and said to them.

Later, other Chinese workers were arranged in various dark corners.

"Boss, why don't you let me stay with you?" Sean looked at the place where he was arranged and asked righteously.

This is a wooden barrel with a lid located on the other side of the settlement.

"The location here is very good, very safe." Chen Jianqiu half-smiled, "You are too easy to get shot, but it is better to shoot in the corner."

"But this is facing the road leading to Kaben County. Who should I shoot?" Sean asked while getting into the bucket.

"Hit whoever you can."

The long dark night finally passed.

The rising sun jumped over the horizon, casting golden sunlight onto the town.

However, it was an unusual morning for the town.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The town bell rang.

The white people came out of their houses with weapons in hand and gathered in front of the Knights of Labor Hall.

Most of them are workers in the mines, and some are other townspeople of Stone Spring and Hayden's men.

O'Neal climbed onto a platform built from several wooden boxes.

His expression looked as gentle as ever.

But the words that came out of his mouth were like Satan's curse, opening Pandora's box.

"My fellow workers! Citizens of the United States! Take up your weapons! Defend your rights! Drive those Chinese out of Shiquan Town!"

After O'Neill issued the declaration of war, more than a hundred white people began to walk towards the bridge over the Beit River.

Marvin Hayden slung his shotgun over his shoulder and led his fellow members of the Rock Springs White Mutual Aid Society at the head of the procession.

The reason why he rushed to the front was not to show his bravery, but because the first person to rush into the Chinese settlement had priority in plundering property.

Thinking of this, a greedy smile appeared on Hayden's lips.

He and the people behind him quickened their pace.

When they were a few steps away from the bridge, they suddenly felt something was wrong.

At this time in the past, there would have been many Chinese workers washing their hands by the river, and smoke would have been rising from the chimneys of the houses opposite.

In Hayden's imagination, some Chinese workers should have seen them and ran back in panic.

He ran and screamed, and then fled with more frightened Chinese workers.

Then shoot at them like driving a flock of sheep and slaughter them!

It is conceivable that none of these imagined scenarios occurred.

There is not a single Chinese laborer on the river bank!

Hayden hesitated.

Got the news in advance and ran away? Or did the mining company dismiss them first?

"Hey! Bastard! What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a strong voice came from across the river bank.

Everyone looked up and found a person standing on the roof not far away.

This man was wearing a cowboy hat and a dark red leather jacket, and he was smiling at them.

Without saying a word, Hayden raised the gun in his hand and shot the man on the roof.

But whether it was because the shotgun didn't have enough range or Hayden's accuracy was too poor, there was no threat from this shot.

The man's jeers became even more harsh.

"What's that in your hand? Are you burning a fire stick? Why don't you take a look at mine!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a shot was fired.

Raise the gun, aim, and shoot in one go, so fast that you can't see clearly.

"boom!"

Before Hayden could react, the bullet lifted his Tianling Cap, his brain exploded, and he fell to the ground on his back.

The first shot kills the enemy's vanguard.

Everyone was frightened and started shooting at the man on the roof across the river.

However, the man retreated after firing. The bullets all hit the tiles and ridges of the sloping roof, causing the tiles to fly around, but it had no effect.

"Stop, everyone stop first!"

O'Neal pushed his way through the crowd.

"A group of people fired blank shots at a rooftop across the river? Is that ridiculous?" a worker next to him angrily scolded those people.

O'Neill, on the other hand, carefully observed the other side of the river.

"Sir, tell me, is there really an ambush on the other side?" the worker asked cautiously.

"I read a Chinese novel in San Francisco called "The Romance of Three Empires." Have you read it?" O'Neill turned his head and asked the worker.

The worker shook his head like a rattle.

He has read few novels from his own country, let alone foreign ones.

"There is a story written in it. A wise man named Zhuge Liang deliberately put on a confident look on the tower when facing an enemy who was far larger than him."

O'Neal touched his chin to feel it, and he happened to have a few beards on his chin.

"What happened next?" the worker asked.

"The enemy was scared away," O'Neill said.

"That's stupid," the worker sighed.

"So, we can't be fooled by such a stupid plan. The other side is just making a fool of themselves! More than a hundred people were frightened by one person and stopped on the other side of the river? Is that ridiculous?"

O'Neill suddenly changed his previous gentleness and became angry:

He waved his hand behind him and shouted:

"Everyone, follow me and cross the river!"