America 1881: Legend of the West

When Riley on the hillside looked towards the entrance of the town, there was another person looking in that direction.

Chen Jianqiu stood at the end of the bridge with his hands behind his back.

In his field of vision, the situation on the other side was clear.

He found that Holly had also emerged from the crowd and was looking in his direction.

Holly's mouth moved, and then he returned to the crowd.

If it were an ordinary person, from this distance, it would be impossible to see what Holly was saying.

However, he is Chen Jianqiu.

"Tomorrow morning?" he said to himself.

On the river bank, Chen Jianqiu whistled.

After a while, Black Carrot emerged from the woods, followed by a little gray mare.

"What a waste."

Chen Jianqiu cursed softly, walked to it, and took off the gun and bullets from his body.

He stuffed a note into his saddle bag and led Black Carrot onto the road to Carbon County.

There is only one road from Shiquan Town to Kaben County.

Chen Jianqiu raised his hand and slapped Black Carrot on the butt:

"Go and find Huey (Asuka's mount)."

Black Radish neighed and flew away.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and walked towards the Chinese residential area.

Dusk fell.

The atmosphere in Shiquan Town today is particularly strange.

In the white people's residential area, the doors of each house are closed. Occasionally, through a few windows, you can see the burning kerosene lamps on the tables inside.

As the leader of the "KKK" party, Hayden prepared a lot of guns for them, mainly shotguns, and some old-fashioned rifles.

But it should be enough to deal with the Chinese workers on the opposite side.

At this time they were checking ammunition, making torches and various kindlings.

Tomorrow morning will be when the Chinese residential area in Shiquan Town will be reduced to ashes.

And on the other side of the river.

On this side of the Chinese residential area, Chinese workers also gathered in a rare gathering.

They gathered at Liao Dabai's door and lit a fire in the open space at the door.

Everyone gathered around the campfire and discussed what happened today.

"I asked Manager Riley and he said the company would take care of it."

Liao Dabai told everyone the results of his communication with the mine manager during the day.

"Handle it? How to deal with it? The leaflets have been distributed all over the streets. You can't understand what's written on them, but I can!"

An older miner squatted on the ground and said angrily.

He had experienced what happened in Los Angeles eight years ago and knew that these people on the other side of the river could do anything.

"Uncle Qing, I think they will send the police here. After all, this is their asset."

Liao Dabai still had some illusions in his heart.

Lei Youqing snorted.

"You're overthinking. Even if the police come, what's the use? If you want to arrest us, they'll arrest us!"

A younger miner couldn't bear to listen and stood up:

"Uncle Youqing, please stop making sarcastic remarks. I think they are just scaring us just like before."

"If they really come, we will hide in the mine. When they leave, we will do whatever we want, don't you think so, New Jerbo?"

Old man Xinjie, who had met Chen Jianqiu before, was holding a cigarette pot in his hand and leaning against the door frame, smoking a cigarette:

"Let me tell you, let's get out of here first to avoid the limelight. This time may be different from before."

"I don't agree! What will happen to work when we leave? What will we eat? It's hard to find a job!"

Liao Dabai heard what Mr. Xinjie said and seemed to just run away. He was afraid that other Chinese workers would follow suit after hearing this, so he jumped up immediately.

"If it doesn't work, I'll go talk to those foreigners and persuade them to stop making trouble."

"hehe."

Suddenly, a laugh came from the shadows.

Everyone looked in the direction where the laughter came from.

A man dressed as a cowboy leaned against the eaves, his shadow reflected on the wall by the light of the bonfire, swaying with the sway of the flames.

"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before? What are you laughing at?" Liao Dabai was in a bad mood and asked angrily.

The cowboy stepped out of the shadows.

The wide brim of the hat made it difficult for everyone to see his face clearly, and the only one who knew his identity, the new Jiebo, said nothing.

He walked up to the young miner who suggested hiding in the mine, and poked his shoulder with his index finger:

"You, Ostrich."

When Chen Jianqiu passed by Xin Jiebo, he didn't say anything. There was just a sigh from under his cowboy hat.

"None of this can save you. Across the river right now, those white people are preparing weapons. They will come to your door tomorrow morning and steal your things! Burn your houses!"

"Where are you going to escape? Heading into the wild west? How many lives do you have to survive in those harsh conditions?"

Liao Dabai finally couldn't bear it anymore. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Chen Jianqiu's shout:

"you shut up!"

Liao Dabai was stunned by this sound.

"Are you stupid? Or bad? Talk to those white miners? Talk about what? Kneel on the ground and beg them not to kill you?"

"Even if you want to talk, if you don't beat them up, how can you talk to them?"

"You actually still have illusions about the company. Do you think you can gain their respect by choosing not to strike?"

Everyone, including Liao Dabai, was scolded, but at the same time they couldn't say a word.

"Everyone who comes to this place in the west is here to fight for their lives, and they all respect the strong, but you are the only one who keeps retreating! One step back, one step back! Like a bereaved dog, you will be in panic all day long."

"Can't you stand up and earn respect with your actions? A rabbit bites when it's anxious. Are you worse than a rabbit?"

Every word Chen Jianqiu said hit the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.

"But, we don't have weapons in our hands." Liao Dabai muttered.

"Is there an axe? Is there kerosene? Is there a glass bottle? Is there any wood?"

"But you can't beat them that way. Those white people have always used guns." Another miner whispered.

"Oh? Do they have three heads or six arms? Why don't I think it's difficult to deal with them?"

Chen Jianqiu took off his hat.

The two golden revolvers on his waist were shining brightly.

Those among the miners who had known Chen Jianqiu before had already exclaimed his name.

According to the previous reward list, Chen Jianqiu had killed at least a dozen white people.

In the hearts of many Chinese workers, it was Chen Jianqiu who made them realize that the Chinese were also capable of killing those damn white guys.

"Everyone, listen to my command and join me to defend against foreign enemies tomorrow morning!"

Chen Jianqiu was not in a hurry to tell the Chinese workers about the arrival of dozens of people from Long Xiang's group.

Because Chen Jianqiu knows these people.

As long as they are given a way out, some of these people will just think about how to escape. .

In addition, as Liao Dabai said, the Chinese workers did not have guns in their hands.

Even if they make Molotov cocktails for bows and arrows overnight, the quantity is extremely limited, and their firepower and range are far behind those of white miners.

Therefore, the firepower mainly depends on your own side.

Chen Jianqiu misses Maxim very much.

However, he still has a way.

There is a Beit River between the Chinese area and the white area. There is a wooden bridge on the river connecting the two areas.

If you can make good use of the advantages of this terrain and survive until Asuka and him come, you should be fine.

So, Chen Jianqiu called Xiao Xiao to his side again and winked at him:

"Hey, help me get some dynamite."

The black man shook his head: "Where can you find explosives here?"

"Can't you find it? Or are you unwilling?" Chen Jianqiu tilted his head and looked at Sean, "This is a coal mine. Is it difficult to get a roll of explosives?"

The black man reluctantly accepted the task.

Stealing explosives had never been outside of his comfort zone.

Anyway, the night is dark, coal is black, and his skin color is also dark.