America 1881: Legend of the West

"Do you care about things in the open area or not?"

At the federal barracks on the border, Couch put his hands on his hips and questioned an officer sitting in front of him.

The officer's name was Bruce Thorne, with the rank of colonel, and he was responsible for overseeing the opening of the entire Oklahoma region.

At this time, he was sitting carelessly in his chair, listening to the complaints of the president of the Colonists Association in front of him.

"Listen, sir, those Chinese are encroaching on our living territory! They should have disappeared from this country seven years ago!"

Cookie said, staring at the officer.

"They are all legal American citizens. They were registered at the land office. My people checked and there were no problems." Colonel Thorne replied lazily.

"But they have weapons! Very powerful weapons! There are also large numbers of armed men! They injured my horse! My people!" Kuchi was a little anxious.

"As far as I know, you were the first to attack their camp. They still held back and did not attack you directly. You should feel lucky!" Thorne looked like he knew everything.

"That's because they cheated! They set off first! They occupied the place!" Kuchi raised his tone.

The colonel's cheeks trembled.

There is a problem with saying this!

The colonel and his soldiers were responsible for supervising the border line, and the colonel's men also did the clearing work before it was opened.

Couch's words were basically accusing the colonel of dereliction of duty.

Colonel Thorn put his hands on the table and stared at Couch intently:

"Mr. Couch, your accusation is completely baseless. No one entered the border before it was opened!"

He knocked on the table and changed the topic: "On the contrary, it is your association. If I remember correctly, starting from a few years ago, it has led people to run into the territory without authorization again and again, and even followed the stationed personnel. Federal troops exchanged fire."

"When it comes to weapons, don't you claim to have 'thousands of warriors'? Aren't you full of martial virtue? Why do you come to me to complain when you have no ability?"

Colonel Thorne turned his back on the guests, making Couch's face turn red and white.

"The federal army is sure not to care about the affairs in the territory, right?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"No matter! You have acquired land in Oklahoma, and you are Oklahomans. You can handle your own affairs. As long as the Oklahoma Territory does not seek independence or a humanitarian disaster occurs, we will not intervene! "

The colonel leaned back in his chair again and began to close his eyes and rest.

Seeing that the colonel seemed unwilling to pay attention to him anymore, Couch left the barracks angrily.

Colonel Thorne walked into his camp after Couch left.

A small box was placed next to his pillow.

The colonel opened the lid, and a golden light glowed from inside.

This box was delivered to me not long ago by a Chinese man in civilian clothes.

"Mr. Chen asked me to bring it to you," the Chinese said. "He said he had nothing else to do and just wanted to bring you some local products to thank you for your hard work during this period!"

Seeing the golden light, a smile appeared on the colonel's lips.

He walked out of his tent, returned to the big tent, and gave orders to his subordinates:

"No one should interfere with matters in the territory! Do you understand?"

"Yes! My commander!"

After returning to the camp, Couch summoned the core members of the Colonist Association, sat around the campfire, and began to discuss countermeasures.

"The federal army said they don't care." Couch fiddled with the bonfire with branches.

"They don't care, we can go up on our own." The braided man slapped his thigh and said excitedly.

Next to him, a sloppy fat man with curly hair was picking his nose.

"We can't defeat the other side. It's not like you didn't see the iron bumps on the car yesterday. It was too scary."

The fat man said with lingering fear.

"If you put those two things on a bridge, even God won't be able to get through!"

"If you can't attack by force, we can outwit you!" The braided man looked dissatisfied.

Everyone looked at Kuchi who said nothing.

The president was still stirring the bonfire with branches.

Seeing this, the braided man stood up and clenched his fists:

"President, do you remember the bloody battle we had with the federal army on the banks of the Steele River a few years ago? At that time, we were not even timid!"

"Later we were all caught!" Fatty added.

"That's because we didn't have enough power at that time! We didn't have enough weapons either!" The braided man ignored the fat man.

He is still passionate.

"Look, didn't we come here under the leadership of the president? Compared with that time, we are stronger now! None of you backed down at that time, are you going to admit defeat now?"

"Not bad!" Kuchi finally stopped playing with the bonfire with the broken branch in his hand.

He stood up.

The braided man's words seemed to arouse a long-lost passion in him.

"Yes, the people of the association will never admit defeat! The land on the other side of the river was originally ours!"

Cookie clenched his fists.

But how to get this land back?

Thinking of those iron lumps spraying death, Kuchi sat down again.

The shock that that thing brought to people was so strong that my hand-cranked Gatling looked like a toy in front of them.

He looked around.

Most people also looked embarrassed, and the fat man even looked like he was lying flat.

"Let's discuss what should we do?" He picked up his branch again.

"President, I have a plan!" The braided man suddenly said, "According to my observation, the river here is not deep."

"Nonsense, what do you have to say? If it was too deep, how could I have fallen like this?" The fat man rolled up his sleeves, revealing a large bruise on his arm. "Fortunately, I have rough skin and thick flesh, otherwise this arm would be I’ll explain it here!”

"Shut up and don't interrupt!" Kuchi stopped the fat man from complaining and turned to the braided man. "You continue."

"I don't think we have to cross the river from the bridge. We can take advantage of the silence of the night and take the brothers across," the braided man said.

"and then?"

"Then? Then we sneak into their camp and set a fire!" The braided man looked at the people around him with a grin, "I believe everyone is familiar with this kind of thing!"

"The tents are connected one to another. As long as a fire is lit, the camp of thousands of people will definitely become a mess. Otherwise, the fire will get bigger and bigger, and it will not be extinguished at all! It doesn't take a night , the camp opposite will be reduced to ashes!"

Everyone's genes seemed to be awakened.

"Yes! Burn them to death!"

"It's past midnight, they must be unprepared!"

The braided man's face turned red with excitement, and Kuchi also showed a long-lost excitement.

"Okay! That's it! Cross the river in the middle of the night!"

The busy day passed quickly.

People in the camps on both sides were busy doing their own things.

The pioneers of the association began to look for wood and stones around them that could be used to build shelters, and then moved them to their own land to build a shelter for themselves.

As for Chen Jianqiu, the speed is much faster.

Many building materials were transported by train from outside, and preliminary plans were made for the construction of farms, ranches, and even cities.

Zhang Danian's thousand or so Chinese soldiers turned into construction workers and began to build their own homes on this land.

With the experience of building Roswell, everything became logical.

The most important thing is that from time to time there will be a huge roar behind the wooden wall of the camp on the other side of the river, like a steam engine or something else.

Kuqi and his subordinates watched helplessly as Li Sifu led his men to drive wooden piles on the river bank.

The men worked until dark.

They strung barbed wire between the stakes.

"Hey, they actually put up a barbed wire fence. That's not easy to deal with!" A person next to Kuchi said, "Could they be on guard already?"

"Well, look at the barbed wire, there are all kinds of spikes on it. It will be very painful if you get scratched." Another person touched his nose.

The fat man listened and smiled.

He turned and returned to the camp.

When he came out again, he was holding a huge pair of long-handled pliers in his hand.

"Hey, Fatty, why do you have everything?" The braided man looked at the Fatty and the pliers in his hands, but he could no longer hide the happiness on his face.

"Of course we pioneers have everything." The fat man grabbed the two long handles of the pliers with both hands and made a cutting motion.

"With this thing, no matter how powerful the barbed wire fence is, it can't stop us, so just watch it!"