America 1881: Legend of the West

"Dear farmer friends, come and join the supply and marketing cooperative! All kinds of seeds are sold here at low prices! Farm tools can be rented!"

“There are low-interest loans here, and we also manage the centralized purchase and sale of agricultural products!”

"There is golden squid here! It can fertilize the land and double the harvest! One bag is better than two bags!"

A black man waved his arms and shouted to everyone in the camp.

This black man is naturally Sean.

After playing with Chen Jianqiu's two-and-a-half-year-old son in Lincolnshire for a few weeks, his mentality completely collapsed.

The little guy has learned to run and can be said to be extremely naughty.

The black people were tortured every day until Chen Jianqiu and Feiniao came back.

"Boss, why don't you send me another errand?" Sean said with a sad face.

So he was sent here to disgust the Colonists Association.

This supply and marketing cooperative was Chen Jianqiu's idea.

The original main purpose was to sell fertilizers from Roswell, and I planned to start slowly harvesting the wool of these rednecks after I officially settled down.

But after returning from Oklahoma, he changed his mind.

Chen Jianqiu's instructions to Sean were that it didn't matter how many people were recruited, just don't let too many people into the Colonists Association.

The black man continued his propaganda:

"The most important thing is! We! No! Charge! Yes! Fees!" Sean shouted to the surrounding farmers.

The braided men and the colonists were quickly ignored, and more and more people gathered on the black side.

This caused the braided man to be extremely dissatisfied.

He and others squeezed into the crowd and came to Sean:

"Hey! Nigger! Did you mean to mess with me?"

"No, I'm just recruiting people for my supply and marketing cooperative." Sean shrugged his shoulders and said innocently.

The braided man's eyes widened: "You did it on purpose! If you don't come early, you won't come later, but you have to come when I come!"

Sean pointed to the expectant farmers around him:

"Who stipulates that only you are allowed to come here and cheat, so we can't operate legally?"

He glanced at the brochure in the braided man's hand: "Just for you, who can understand the large paragraphs of text on it?"

The braided man noticed the disdainful looks from the rednecks around him, and suddenly realized that he had overlooked something. These guys had always been proud of being illiterate.

"Tell me clearly, who is bluffing and cheating? Who is bluffing and cheating?"

The angry braided man rushed in front of Sean, grabbed the black man's collar, and looked like he wanted to take out a gun and kill him.

However, his assistant held him back.

"Tom! Don't be impulsive! The federal soldiers are coming!" The assistant pointed to a group of cavalry heading towards the camp.

The braided man loosened the black man's collar and said a harsh word:

"Nigger, you better not let me come to Oklahoma and see you. These federal cavalry won't be able to save you by then!"

The time finally came on April 4, the day the borders opened.

It's a sunny morning.

A few days ago, everyone was allowed to pass through the Cherokee reservation and reach the open land boundary line.

Tens of thousands of people lined up at one time, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

Dagons, cabs, horse-drawn carriages, bicycles, and all manner of odd-shaped vehicles were loaded with their belongings.

Their wheels lay side by side for miles.

People are anxiously waiting for the arrival of noon.

In front of them is an invisible line.

The army set up sentries at fixed distances to monitor every move of these people.

Federal cavalry patrolled back and forth along this line, driving back those who were unwilling to wait for the deadline.

Once again they demonstrated their authority.

A few people who repeatedly broke the rules and dared to challenge their authority were beaten into a sieve and then carried away from the border.

Yes, not even corpses are allowed to cross the line before noon.

The men of the Oklahoma Settlers Association did not huddle with the retail traders.

They occupied a section alone.

The association's armed force, which was said to have thousands of people but was actually about 700 people, finally appeared on the border.

Most of them are veterans and cowboys who usually work odd jobs in Kansas or Texas, and occasionally do some robbing to support their families.

Only at such times will they gather and appear collectively.

Beside them were several flat carriages carrying hand-cranked Gatlings.

Kuqi looked at his powerful weapons and felt extremely excited.

These people are the basis for me to rule Oklahoma, and I am the king of Oklahoma!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but point to the vast grassland on the other side of the border and said impassionedly to the crowd:

"There is our future! It is the Garden of Eden given to us by God! We! We are unstoppable!"

The time is getting closer to noon minute by minute.

The commander of the federal army glanced at his pocket watch.

Before taking action, all officers on the line had checked their watches to ensure consistency in issuing orders.

The hour hand gradually points to twelve o'clock at noon.

The commander raised his revolver high and pointed it toward the sky.

"Snapped!"

The gunfire rang out almost simultaneously.

Suddenly, there was chaos along the border.

The people whipped their horses wildly and rushed forward.

However, there are no roads and it is too crowded.

Before they had gone far, a vehicle began to spin out of control and overturned to the ground.

For a time, the sounds of vehicles colliding, horses neighing, and people shouting and cursing all became one.

Horses, freed from overturned vehicles, ran wildly in all directions, trampling and ramming more vehicles.

It’s all chaotic and exciting.

In this moment of longing, people fell into extreme madness.

"Charge! The target is the plain south of the North Cannedin River." Kuchi shouted at the riders behind him.

He firmly believed that they would be the first to reach their destination.

But what Couch didn't know was that.

Last night, someone had already crossed the border and headed towards that land.

It was Li Sifu and his cavalry.

Except for a few flat carriages carrying boundary stake materials, the rest were all light cavalry.

The reason why the patrolling soldiers could not find them was because Li Sifu and the others did not walk directly from the plain.

They entered the Indian reservation directly and from there made their way to the North Carnedine River.

Union soldiers would not go looking for people on Indian reservations.

And right now.

The Arkansas City trains were lined up to head down the Santa Fe Railroad into Oklahoma territory.

The train was packed with sweaty people, not just in the carriages but on the roofs and running boards.

The slow speed of the train gave them no advantage over those on the border.

They heard that there were as many as fifteen trains this time.

But what they didn't know was that before these fifteen trains set off, three trains marked Santa Fe Railroad Company had already departed early from Dodge City.

It was fully loaded with Zhang Danian and his more than a thousand soldiers, Danny and his two hundred artillery trainees.

Of course, there are also a dozen Maxim troops, mountains of supplies and bullets, and the twelve Krupp field guns!