America 1881: Legend of the West

While Couch was firing his gun, Chen Jianqiu was inspecting a newly delivered batch of lambs from Lincoln County in the newly built livestock exchange.

In addition to being sold to surrounding rednecks, these lambs are also prepared for the Chinese's own pastures.

Chen Jianqiu asked some of them for their opinions.

The hometowns of the Chinese who came to America at this time were mainly the southeastern coast, especially Guangdong.

Very few come from the interior.

Most of them prefer to clear fields for farming rather than grazing.

But this part of Oklahoma is really suitable for the development of animal husbandry.

Agriculture itself is an industry that depends on the sky for harvest. Eggs cannot be put in one basket, and soy products cannot be the only way to obtain protein.

You still have to adapt to local conditions and do as the Romans do.

In this regard, Chen Jianqiu did not impose any mandatory requirements, but suggested that those Chinese working for his own ranches in Lincoln County should try it out on a trial basis first.

Only tangible benefits can convince others.

Chen Jianqiu was very satisfied with this batch of lambs. It seemed that Father James had put a lot of thought into them.

People from the National Agricultural Association not only brought lambs, but also sent experienced technicians and office staff.

They plan to develop corresponding members here as well.

While Chen Jianqiu was discussing with the technical staff.

A Chinese soldier rushed in.

"what's going on?"

Chen Jianqiu put a cute little lamb in his arms on the ground, touched its head, and asked calmly.

"Report to Mr. Chen! The other side of the river is attacking us!" The soldier clasped his hands and reported.

"Is anyone injured?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"One of our workers was hit, but fortunately he wasn't seriously injured!"

"We seem to be in trouble." A member of the Agricultural Association who had just discussed with Chen Jianqiu frowned.

This member of the Agricultural Association is named Thomas Simpson. He understands Chinese, especially Cantonese, and is an old acquaintance of Chen Jianqiu.

"Small problem." Chen Jianqiu smiled at him, "You continue to discuss the postpartum care of the ewe, I will deal with it first."

He immediately walked out of the gate with the Chinese soldier.

"The attack came very suddenly. According to our judgment, it should have come from the newly built sentry tower on the opposite side. The view there is very good." The soldier followed Chen Jianqiu while reporting the report.

"Yeah." Chen Jianqiu just responded briefly, as if he had expected this.

They did not go to the river, but came to the station where the artillery trainees were stationed.

Like Zhang Danian's thousand soldiers, these artillery trainees also received their own land here. Some stayed in the camp on duty, while others went to work on their own farms.

The militia and the militia are the people first and then the soldiers.

"Is Danny back?"

After entering the camp, Chen Jianqiu shouted loudly.

When Danny came to Oklahoma, he thought he was going to fight, but he found that he couldn't even cross the bridge on the other side.

In addition, as the mayor of Roswell, he happened to have something to do there, so he went back to Roswell.

"Yes, I just came back this morning, and I'm sleeping in the house now." A soldier's head stuck out of the window.

Chen Jianqiu quickly walked into the room.

Danny was lying on his chair, his legs draped on a stool in front of the chair, snoring loudly, sleeping soundly.

Chen Jianqiu walked up to him and knocked on the table in front of him:

"Danny! Get up, it's time for dinner."

The blond old man was still sleeping soundly, without any intention of being disturbed.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment, leaned into his ear, and said another way:

"Danny! Your wife Theresa is here and wants to talk to you about your son!"

Danny's eyes suddenly opened, he sat up from the chair suddenly, and looked around warily:

"Teresa is here? Where is she?"

"Not here, she's in Roswell." Chen Jianqiu looked at him with a smile, "Get up quickly, your cannon is about to open."

Hearing that there was work to do, Danny suddenly felt less sleepy.

His cannon was finally put to use.

"I'm going to get everyone together now," Danny said.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head: "No, just drag out four cannons."

Danny roared across the camp.

The students led the horses, opened the barn doors, and soon dragged out the four Krupp field guns.

They followed Chen Jianqiu to a place not far from the river bank.

"Destroy all these four things." Chen Jianqiu pointed at the four sentry towers on the north bank of the river and said.

Under the setting sun, you can clearly see that there are still people poking around on the sentry tower.

"OK, no problem!"

Danny rolled up his sleeves and greeted the students behind him.

"Fu Zhengli, Siko Shiliang, and little Hawkins, the three of you will go out, one for each door. I will control one door alone, and the others will assist according to the usual training groups! Do you understand?"

The three people whose names were called all looked a little nervous.

But Danny didn't seem to care what they meant. He found a cannon and began to calibrate the direction and trajectory.

Although the 75mm caliber is considered a light gun, it basically requires two to three people to assist in adjustment.

But for Danny, one person is enough.

And he also has another skill.

Just visual inspection.

When Chen Jianqiu met Danny for the first time, he had learned this skill from him. Even if it was just based on intuition, he was very accurate.

While the gunners of the other three guns were still measuring range and adjusting the firing angle, Danny had already started loading ammunition.

"You really don't want to confirm again?" Chen Jianqiu looked along the direction of the cannon barrel to the other side of the river.

"Florida Destroyer" did not answer Chen Jianqiu's question, or in other words, the way he answered him was to directly pull the match.

"boom!"

At this time, on the other side of the river, the braided man was standing on the top of the sentry tower with a gun, looking south of the river bank.

But his attention remained on the bridge.

He was afraid that Couch's shot just now would cause the opponent to really rally.

Even if the other side doesn't charge at the bridge, but they all fire their guns at him, he can't stand it.

Therefore, the braided man is always ready to withdraw from the sentry tower.

However, after a while, no troops gathered at the bridge, not even anyone to fight back.

The braided man gradually became bolder.

It seems that the person on the other side is strong on the outside but hard on the inside, or in other words, adhering to the unique Chinese tradition of, well, what is it? Yes, "forbearance"!

"Hurry up to the tower, let's make another sneak attack and leave!" He greeted the other cowboys and motioned them to go up to the other three towers.

Soon, people were boarding the four towers.

The braided man also began to look for his next target.

Suddenly, he saw a group of people appearing in the distance, and there seemed to be a row of other things in front of them.

The man with braids couldn't see clearly with his naked eyes, so he took out his binoculars.

When he saw clearly through the telescope what the row of things were.

The braided man's breathing stopped momentarily.

That's a gun? !

Before he could react, the blond old man in the telescope suddenly pulled the rope.

There was a loud noise, and something seemed to fly towards him from the telescope.

"my Lord!"

The braided man said his last words in this world.