America 1881: Legend of the West

No. 56 Kearney Street is located in the center of Chinatown, where three streets meet.

In the past, this place was very lively, and shopkeepers would set up stalls outside their front doors to attract customers.

There are many traders and Chinese people coming and going, and even horse-drawn carriages are not uncommon.

But it's unusually quiet here today.

The door of the store was closed and the door panels were sealed; pedestrians passing by saw this situation and chose to take a detour.

Anyone who has lived in Chinatown all year round knows that there is going to be a "court fight" here.

The so-called "tang fight" refers to fights or conflicts between Chinese gangs.

The two sides decided on a time and place for a group fight. Whoever is the coward is the dog. Whoever runs away first loses. The loser will eat the dust and give up the territory.

This kind of fight happens almost every month in Chinatown, so pedestrians and store owners have already experienced it.

The police won't come to take care of it, so you have to collect the bodies yourself.

Around eight or nine o'clock in the morning, a group of Chinese people wearing black mandarin jackets began to appear at one end of the street.

They held axes in their hands and wrapped red cloth strips on their arms, gathering in twos and threes.

People dressed in the same clothes as them continued to gather from all directions and join the crowd.

These are the people of Ping Kung Tong, and they are gathering.

Bald Zong Wenkai appeared in the crowd early.

Others only had one ax, which was stuck on their waist, but he had two, which were stuck crosswise on the back of his trousers.

Some people use court fighting as a way to compete for power and voice, but Zong Wenkai is more than that.

He likes to kill people.

Several white-skinned gangsters appeared around the public.

They were chewing tobacco and carrying a bag containing a revolver and bullets.

A gangster took out a handful and held it in his hand.

Judging from the condition, this mottled revolver has gone through countless hands and is not well maintained.

"Do you want a gun?" The gangster used less proficient Chinese to sell his guns to the Chinese people.

"How much?" Someone came up.

"Thirty dollars." The gangster said with a playful smile.

"Why don't you go and grab it?" Someone curled his lips.

The Chinese people who came to watch dispersed in a hurry.

The gangster was a little unwilling and continued to shuttle among the crowd.

However, they wandered around and found no seller willing to buy a second-hand revolver from them for thirty dollars, so they gradually dispersed.

The bald head glanced at these gangsters, then patted the ax on the back of his waist:

"These crappy things are not as useful as my axe."

His mouth was tough, but in his heart he was scolding.

If I had the ability to acquire a large number of guns, would there still be a reason for the existence of those two gangs in Chinatown?

The younger brothers from Benggongtang also started laughing.

But their laughter soon stopped.

Because Yan Qingshan appeared at the other end of the street with Rui Duantang's people.

These people were all wearing white clothes, with yellow turbans on their heads. They had weapons similar to their own and were walking towards them menacingly.

The old man is getting stronger and stronger, and he is the first to take the lead.

In his hand, he held a double-barreled shotgun that he got from somewhere, and the bullets were already loaded.

The bald face gradually turned ferocious.

He took out the two axes from behind his waist, weighed them in his hands, and then held them in his hands:

"Brothers, copycats, prepare for war!"

After saying that, he led the people from Bing Gong Hall and walked quickly towards the opposite side.

The footsteps on both sides moved faster and faster, and when they were about fifty meters apart, they turned into a rush.

The bald man had already seen the gun in Yan Qingshan's hand.

However, he had no intention of retreating. Instead, he held two axes and galloped forward.

As soon as he changed into running, he shouted loudly: "Invulnerable! Invulnerable!"

Seeing the bald head, Yan Qingshan rushed over, raised the shotgun and pulled the trigger.

However, I don’t know whether it was the gun or the person’s fault, but the gun went off, but the bald man didn’t fall down.

Not hit.

The bald head could already hear the sound of shrapnel whizzing past the top of his head.

He subconsciously shrank his neck, but because his neck was too short and too thick, no one in front or behind him noticed it.

After discovering that he had not been shot, Baldhead became even more excited, accelerated and began to charge.

And the younger brothers behind him also shouted:

"Invulnerable! Invulnerable!"

Yan Qingshan was a little anxious when he saw that the other party had gained the upper hand in terms of momentum.

He threw away the shotgun in his hand, took the Daguan Dao carried by the two younger brothers beside him, carried it behind him and rushed forward.

Thirty meters,

twenty meters,

ten meters,

Following a roar, the crowds on both sides collided violently.

The two gangs were fighting together, and the sounds of fighting and yelling were mixed together, floating in the sky above the street.

Yan Qingyun danced the Daguan Dao with such mighty power that four or five people around him could not get close to him.

After he chopped down a member of the Beng Kung Hall gang who wanted to come closer, he began to look around for the bald figure.

From the beginning, after the bald head met him, he ran away without knowing where he went:

"Zong Wenkai! You eggless coward! Come and have a few rounds with your grandpa!"

The old man held knives in both hands and yelled angrily.

The bald man was happily chopping people on the other side with two axes.

Hearing Yan Qingyun's yelling and cursing, he turned a deaf ear and continued to slash all the way back.

He is brave, but not stupid.

Yan Qingyun was holding a long-handled axe, and he was holding two short-handled axes. He suffered a loss when fighting.

This old man has good knife skills, but he is old after all.

As long as his own people consume his physical strength, it won't be too late to turn around and give him two axes.

For this "challenge", both sides deployed all the main forces they could.

Except for a few who fish in the outer circle, those who fight in the inner circle are all core cadres.

The number of people on both sides is about the same, and their strength is basically the same.

It was hard to tell the winner for a while.

People were constantly being chopped to the ground, and some unlucky ones had their arteries slashed, causing blood to fly everywhere.

The white coats of many people in Ruiduantang were soaked with blood and turned red, while the robes of those in Benggongtang were faintly glowing with moisture under the sunlight.

Both sides are reducing their numbers, but neither side is willing to take a step back.

Firstly, the location of this territory is important. Once it is captured by the opponent, it is equivalent to having your head stepped on.

Last time, Benggongtang was defeated by Yan Qingyun's men and was defeated.

I came back today to find a place, and it’s still inextricable for the time being, so naturally I won’t give up easily.

The people in Rui Duantang are planning to use this opportunity to consolidate their victory last time, so how can they just give up.

Just when Bing Gong Tang and Rui Duan Tang were fighting to death, a man poked his head in the street.

After taking one look, he shrank back and trotted into a courtyard.

The courtyard was filled with people.

Cha Dongxiong, the short man, squatted on a wooden box, holding a cigarette butt in his hand and a wooden-handled ax beside him.

"How's the fight going over there?" The short man took a drag on the butt of his cigarette and asked.

"It's almost done. The losses on both sides are quite large." The person who went to investigate the situation replied.

The dwarf stood up and jumped down from the wooden box.

He threw away the cigarette butt and picked up the ax on the box.

"Listen up, rush over to me later, and chop everyone who is not from Baoliangtang!"

The dwarf raised the ax in his hand and shouted an order to his younger brother.

He is not tall, but he is very powerful.

Under his leadership, the people from Baoliangtang left the courtyard and appeared at the corner of the street.

Beng Kung Hall? Rui Duantang?

From today on, there is only Baoliangtang in San Francisco. The day when Cha Dongxiong will dominate Chinatown is here!