America 1881: They Call Me Legend

When Riley on the hillside looked towards the entrance of the town, there was another person looking in that direction.

Chen Jianqiu stood with his hands behind his back, at the head of the bridge.

In his field of vision, the situation on the other side was clear.

He found that Holly had also emerged from the crowd and was looking in his direction.

Hawley's mouth moved, and then he returned to the crowd.

If it is an ordinary person, at this distance, it is impossible to see what Holly is talking about.

But he is Chen Jianqiu.

"Tomorrow morning?" he said to himself.

On the riverside, Chen Jianqiu whistled.

After a while, the black radish came out of the woods, followed by a gray mare.

"What a wave."

Chen Jianqiu cursed softly, walked to its side, and took the gun and bullets from his body.

He stuffed a note into his saddle bag and led Black Carrot on the road to Carbon County.

From Shiquan Town to Kabun County, there is only one road.

Chen Jianqiu raised his hand and slapped Hei Luobo's butt:

"Go, go to Huey (the bird's mount)."

With a neighing sound, the black radish swung its hooves away.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and walked towards the Chinese residential area.

Twilight fell.

Today's Shiquan Town has a very strange atmosphere.

In the white residential area, the doors of each house are closed, and occasionally through a few windows, the kerosene lamps on the tables inside can be seen.

As the leader of the "3K" party, Hayden prepared a lot of guns for them, mainly shotguns, and some old-fashioned rifles.

But it should be enough to deal with the Chinese workers on the opposite side.

At this time they were inspecting ammunition, making torches and various firelighters.

Tomorrow morning will be the time when the Chinese residential area in Shiquan Town will be reduced to ashes.

And on the other side of the river.

On the side of the Chinese residential area, Chinese laborers also rarely gathered together.

They gathered at the gate of Liao Dabai, and raised a fire in the open space at the gate.

Everyone gathered around the bonfire, discussing what happened today.

"I asked Manager Riley and he said the company will take care of it."

Liao Dabai told everyone the results of his communication with the mine manager during the day.

"What to do? How to deal with it? Leaflets have been distributed all over the street a long time ago. You can't understand what is written on them, but I can understand!"

An older miner squatted on the ground and said angrily.

He'd been through what happened in Los Angeles eight years ago, and he knew these guys on the other side of the river could do anything.

"Uncle Youqing, I think they will send the police over. After all, this is their property."

Liao Dabai still had a little fantasy in his heart.

Lei Youqing snorted.

"You think too much, even if the police come, what's the use? If they want to arrest, they will arrest us!"

A younger miner couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up:
"Uncle Youqing, don't make sarcastic comments. I think they are the same as before, just trying to scare us."

"If they do come, we'll hide in the mines, and when they're gone, what shall we do, don't you think, New Jab?"

Old Xinjie, who had seen Chen Jianqiu before, held a pot of dry tobacco in his hand, leaning against the door frame and smoking the dry tobacco:

"If you want me to say, let's leave here to avoid the limelight. This time may be different from before."

"I don't agree! We're leaving, what about work? What to eat? Finally got a job!"

Liao Dabai heard what old man Xinjie meant, and it seemed that he only wanted to run away. He was afraid that other Chinese workers would also follow after hearing this, so he jumped up immediately.

"It really doesn't work. I'll go talk to those foreigners and persuade them to stop making trouble."

"Ha ha."

Suddenly, a laugh came from the shadows.

Everyone looked in the direction where the laughter came from.

A man dressed as a cowboy leaned against the eaves. His shadow was reflected on the wall by the light of the campfire, and swayed with the flames.

"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before? What are you laughing at?" Liao Dabai asked angrily in a bad mood.

The cowboy stepped out of the shadows.

The wide brim of the hat made it difficult for everyone to see his face clearly, and the only one who knew his identity, Xin Jiebo, said nothing.

He walked up to the young miner who proposed to hide in the mine, and poked his shoulder with his index finger:
"You, ostrich."

When Chen Jianqiu passed in front of Xin Jiebo, he didn't say much, just a sigh came from under the cowboy hat.

"None of these can save you. On the other side of the river at this moment, those white people are preparing weapons. They will come to your door tomorrow morning and rob you! Burn your house!"

"Where are you going to flee? Heading into Westfall? How many lives do you have to survive the harsh conditions?"

Liao Dabai finally couldn't bear it anymore, he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Chen Jianqiu:
"you shut up!"

Liao Dabai was stunned by this sound.

"Are you stupid? Are you bad? Talk to those white miners? Talk about what? Get on your knees and beg them not to kill you?"

"Even if you want to talk, if you don't beat them up, what do you use to talk to them?"

"You still have illusions about the company. Do you think you can gain their respect if you choose not to strike?"

Everyone, including Liao Dabai, was scolded like hell, but at the same time they couldn't say a word.

"The people who came to this place in the west are all here to risk their lives and respect the strong, but you are the only ones who keep retreating! One step at a time, one step at a time! Like a bereaved dog, you are in constant fear."

"Can't you stand up straight and use your actions to win respect? The rabbit bites people in a hurry, are you even inferior to the rabbit?"

Every word of Chen Jianqiu hit the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.

"But, we don't have weapons in our hands." Liao Dabai muttered.

"Is there an axe? Is there kerosene? Is there a glass bottle? Is there any wood?"

"But that can't beat them. Those white people have used guns before." Another miner whispered.

"Oh? Are they three heads, or six arms? Why don't I think it's difficult to deal with them?"

Chen Jianqiu took off his hat.

The two golden revolvers at his waist gleamed.

Among the miners, those who knew Chen Jianqiu before had already exclaimed his name.

According to the statement on the previous reward list, Chen Jianqiu had already killed at least a dozen white people.

In the hearts of many Chinese workers, it was Chen Jianqiu who made them realize that the Chinese are also capable of killing those damn white-skinned men.

"Everyone listen to my command, tomorrow morning, follow me to defend against foreign enemies!"

For the time being, Chen Jianqiu was not in a hurry to tell the Chinese workers that dozens of people from the Longxiang Group were coming.

Because Chen Jianqiu knew these people well.

As long as they are given a little retreat, some of these people will directly think about how to escape. .

In addition, as Liao Dabai said, the Chinese workers did not have guns in their hands.

Even if the bow and arrow Molotov cocktails are made overnight, the quantity is extremely limited, and the range of firepower is far behind that of the white miners.

Therefore, the firepower mainly depends on oneself.

Chen Jianqiu missed Ma Keqin very much.

However, he still has a way.

There is a Beit River between the Chinese community and the white area, and there is a wooden bridge on the river to connect the two areas.

If you can make good use of the advantages of this terrain, it should be no problem to stand up to Asuka himself.

So, Chen Jianqiu called Xiao En to his side again, and winked at him:

"Hey, help me get some explosives."

The black man shook his head: "I can't find explosives here."

"You can't find it? Or are you unwilling?" Chen Jianqiu tilted his head and looked at Xiao En. "This is a coal mine. Is it difficult to get a roll of explosives?"

The blacks reluctantly accepted the task.

Stealing dynamite has never been out of his comfort zone.

Anyway, night is black, coal is black, and his complexion is also black.