America 1881: Legend of the West

Night falls.

The moon hung in the sky, spreading its light to the earth.

There were sparkling waves on the river. The water was not turbulent and flowed slowly.

The braided man and the fat man finally stayed up until midnight.

At this time, the light of the campfire in their camp had dimmed a lot.

But behind the wooden wall on the other side of the bridge, there was light.

On the river bank.

The people in the association couldn't see what was glowing at all.

"Do you want to go up? What if the other side is really on guard?" A cowboy leader known for his caution wanted to back off, "It doesn't look like the other side is defenseless!"

The braided man squatted on the river bank, glanced at the heavily armed cowboys around him, and then at the fat man.

He felt a little guilty.

"What are you still hesitating about? Where is your impassioned and enthusiastic look in front of the president just now? Why are you so timid now?"

The fat man looked up and down at the braided man under the moonlight with a look of disdain.

"Fuck you! Who said I'm a coward?" The braided man pointed at the big bag on the fat man's shoulder, "Can you do this?"

The fat man patted the bag containing the pliers and said with confidence: "As long as the river doesn't sink me, it'll be fine."

After saying that, he took the lead to get off the river bank and walked towards the river.

In order to show that he was not the coward that the fat man said, the man with braids followed closely behind.

"Hold your bags higher! Don't get the torches in your bags wet." He turned his head and whispered to the cowboys who were crossing the river together.

These people went into the water close to the bridge pier.

This is located under the shadow of the bridge, which is the shallowest and least visible place.

The water in the river was just up to my chest.

One by one, the group of people waded toward the other side of the river.

As the braided man walked, he carefully observed the movements around him and on the other side of the river.

He was frightened all the way.

If they were discovered, the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side would drag out the iron lump that was loaded on the train that day and sweep it several times in their direction.

I'm afraid that none of them will be able to go back alive.

However, nothing happened.

Except for the strange sounds faintly coming from the wooden wall, the night by the river was unusually quiet.

There wasn't even a patrol on the opposite bank.

The "arson squad" reached the opposite side very smoothly.

"We succeeded! Tom!" The wet fat man said happily to the braided man in a low voice.

"Quick! Let's go, I can't wait to see their camp burn!" said another cowboy.

A group of people came under the barbed wire fence.

Suddenly, the braided man felt something strange.

A feeling of discomfort arose.

"Fat man, why are all the hairs on my body standing up? Is my skin itchy?" He touched the back of his neck and said.

"Next time, don't make excuses for your cowardice, okay?" The fat man glanced at him and took out the pliers from his bag.

"Hey, look, what does this sign say?"

While the braided man and the fat man were arguing, a cowboy pointed at a wooden sign nailed to a pillar and asked.

The braided man and the fat man both raised their heads.

In the moonlight, they could barely make out the words on the sign.

The people on the other side were very considerate and wrote it in both Chinese and English. They didn't know the Chinese characters, but they could recognize the English letters.

"Danger! Please don't touch?"

Fatty read it out.

This is a warning sign!

The fat man dismissed this:

"What crappy thing? You said you won't touch it if you don't want to touch it? I insist on touching it! Isn't it just a barb? Let me see if your wire is stronger or my pliers are stronger."

He took out the pliers, turned to the braided man and the other cowboys and said:

"Look, I'll show you how I broke through those damn barbed wire fences!"

The fat man leaned his head closer, holding large iron pliers in both hands, and leaned the jaws against the wire.

However, the moment the jaws touched the wire.

There was a loud noise and a flash of fire suddenly appeared.

The iron pliers in the fat man's hand fell out of his hands, fell to the ground, and slid down the river bank.

As if he had been shot in the head, his body instantly became unresponsive and fell forward.

His clothes caught on the upward barbs and he hung on the barbed wire.

Then, there was another flash of fire, and there was a "pop" sound.

A burning smell came over.

The braided man and the cowboys stood there, completely unaware of what was happening.

Someone subconsciously ran over and pulled the fat man hanging on the barbed wire.

As a result, he ended up like the fat man, falling to the ground unconscious in an instant.

At this time, the light on the other side of the wooden wall suddenly disappeared.

A sound of footsteps and voices came from the other side of the wooden wall:

"Why aren't the lights on? Is the power outage? Or is there something wrong with the wiring?"

"I don't know, the engineer is not here, otherwise we can go find out where the fault is on our own!"

Hearing this, the braided man and the remaining cowboys, who were originally confused, were frightened to death.

They didn't care what happened, left the bodies of the fat man and the other cowboy behind, turned around and ran madly towards the river.

"There seems to be movement on the river bank, Li Sifu! Lead the team to take a look outside the wall!" Another voice came over.

The Cowboys were running faster.

They made a huge splash in the river, and in the darkness they thought a large group of animals was crossing the river.

When some of them were wading in the river, garlic was mixed under their feet, and it was dark, so they fell down and drowned in the water, crying for their fathers and mothers.

A small door opened in the wooden outer wall.

A group of Chinese soldiers came out holding gas lamps.

They saw the fat man hanging on the barbed wire at a glance.

An unusually unpleasant burnt smell hit my face.

"Uh, what a disgusting smell!"

Li Sifu pinched his nose, raised the gas lamp in his hand and leaned next to the fat man's body.

The poor fat man had been completely electrocuted, and the exposed skin all over his body was completely black.

Li Sifu held the lamp, glanced at the fat man's body, and then at the wooden sign next to him, shook his head, and sighed:

"Boss Chen was afraid that you might run into him, so he asked me to put up a sign and write it in English. Is it because the light is not good at night and I can't see it? Should I install a light here next time?"

The next day, at the entrance to the North Shore camp, a wooden cart appeared.

There seemed to be two objects on the cart, covered with mats made of straw.

The craftsmanship of this mat is somewhat unusual, not common in the American continent, and does not resemble the straw handicrafts of the Indians.

Some curious people approached the cart and lifted up the mats on the cart.

The onlookers were so frightened by what was in the car that they took two steps back.

What is this thing? It seems like a human being?

In Kuchi's camp, the frustrated man with braided hair reported the situation last night to the president incoherently:

"Thunder! Thunder! Sparks! Coax! Bang! Fatty is dead!"

Kuchi's head hurt hearing this.

In addition to the fat man and the other cowboy who went to pull him, two others drowned last night, and their bodies were found downstream of the river.

Looking at the braided man, he was afraid that if he didn't calm down, he would go completely crazy.

So, Kutcher raised his hand and slapped the braided man.

"Snapped!"

A slap fell on his face, and the braided man suddenly sobered up a lot.

"Calm down! Why panic? Maybe we have other ways!" Kuchi said