America 1881: They Call Me Legend

midnight.

Chen Jianqiu was observing the topography of the bridge by the moonlight, but suddenly saw a trolley driving towards him by itself.

Under the moonlight, the trolley made a "creak, creak" sound, and the scene was a little weird.

Chen Jianqiu turned on the shooter mode.

He drew his dagger from his boot, ready to throw it.

"Boss, boss, don't throw it~, it's me!"

The trolley stopped, revealing a white crescent.

Sean walked from the shadows to the moonlight with a smile.

His clothes were stained with soot and turned black too.

"Didn't I ask you to get explosives? Why did you push a cart?"

Chen Jianqiu retracted the dagger and walked to the side of the trolley.

He looked into the car.

It turned out to be a cart full of explosives and detonators!

"Um, it's really lucky that you didn't get blown up. You actually put the detonator and the explosive together. Did Maxim not train you enough in Roswell?"

Chen Jianqiu frowned.

He rolled up his sleeves and moved the detonator and explosives out of the car respectively.

"That's how they kept it." Sean pouted while helping to move things down.

"You can go to the door lock of the cabin where the explosives are stored. You can smash it open with a gun butt. I doubt whether this thing can blow up."

Chen Jianqiu picked up a piece of explosives and observed it carefully.

Judging from the status, there is no big problem, but how the actual effect is, can only be resigned to fate.

"Tie more, this wooden bridge is not a solid thing."

The two tied a whole load of explosives under the bridge and installed the detonators.

"Do you want to make a mark?" Xiao En turned around and asked Chen Jianqiu who climbed to the roof.

"No, I can see it." Chen Jianqiu raised the gun in his hand and took aim.

In the shooter state, the position of the detonator is clearly visible.

After everything was ready, Chen Jianqiu and Xiao En returned to the settlement together.

Chinese workers are collecting and crafting weapons according to their abilities.

There are a stack of pickaxes, axes and mining shovels on the ground, as well as some simple bows and arrows and stone ropes.

"Jianqiu, do we really rely on these to fight those foreigners? They have guns!"

Uncle Xinjie looked at these things on the ground and asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, listen to me, even if you only have a pair of pants left, you can strangle them to death."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the busy people.

"How many can use guns?"

The Chinese workers stopped their work, you look at me, I look at you.

It's okay to let them wield a pickaxe, but most of them don't have much experience with guns.

"I will, I did Orion."

The old miner named Lei Youqing came out and said to Chen Jianqiu.

No one knows the origin of this old man, only that he seems to have suffered a lawsuit over there.

He has a bad temper and explodes at one point, and he has a reputation in the mines that he is not easy to mess with.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" Chen Jianqiu looked him up and down and asked.

"Killed a dog." Lei Youqing's eyes were fierce, with fire.

"Very good." Chen Jianqiu turned his head and said to the crowd, "A few more young men who are stronger, pick up the weapons that are handy, and follow me."

He took Lei Youqing and a few boys to the house closest to the bridge.

The house was originally a dormitory for several miners, but several of them died in the mine not long ago.

The other Chinese workers felt that this place was unlucky, so no one wanted to live here.

The windows of the house face the direction of the bridge, and the door is at the back.

Chen Jianqiu led the crowd to the back, and kicked open the door of the house.

He carried a ladder out from the inside and put it against the door.

"You lie in ambush near this room. If anyone comes to climb the ladder, kill them!" Chen Jianqiu patted the dust on his hands and said to them.

Afterwards, the other Chinese workers were arranged in various dark corners.

"Boss, why don't you let me stay with you?" Sean looked at the place where he was arranged, and asked righteously.

It's a covered wooden barrel on the other side of the settlement.

"The location here is very good, very safe." Chen Jianqiu smiled half-smile, "You are too easy to get shot, it is still suitable for black shots in the corner."

"But this is facing the road leading to Caben County. Whose black gun should I shoot?" Sean asked as he got into the barrel.

"Hit whoever you can hit."

The long night was finally over.

The rising sun jumped out of the horizon and sprinkled golden sunlight on the town.

However, it was an unusual morning for this town.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The town bell rang.

The white people came out of their houses with weapons in their hands, and gathered in front of the Labor Knights' Hall.

Most of them are mine workers, and some are other townspeople in Stone Springs and Hayden's subordinates.

O'Neill boarded a platform made up of several wooden boxes.

His expression looked as gentle as ever.

But what he said, like Satan's curse, opened Pandora's box.

"My fellow workers! Citizens of the United States! Take up your arms! Defend your rights! Drive those Chinese out of Stone Springs!"

After O'Neill issued the declaration of war, more than 100 white people began to walk towards the bridge over the Beit River.

Marvin Hayden, his shotgun slung over his shoulder, led the members of his Rock Springs White Mutual Aid at the head of the procession.

The reason why he rushed to the front was not to show his bravery, but because the first to rush into the Chinese settlement had the priority to plunder property.

Thinking of this, a greedy smile appeared on the corner of Hayden's mouth.

He and the people behind him quickened their pace.

When they walked a few steps away from the bridge, they suddenly felt something was wrong.

At this time in the past, there should be many Chinese laborers washing their hands by the river, and there should be smoke from the chimneys of the houses opposite.

In Hayden's vision, some Chinese workers should see them and run back in panic.

Running, screaming, and fleeing with more frightened Hua Gong.

Shoot them like you would drive sheep and slaughter them yourself!

None of the conceivable scenarios occurred.

By the river, there is not a single Chinese laborer!

Hayden hesitated.

Get the news in advance and run out?Or did the mining company dismiss them first?
"Hey! Bastard! What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a mid-spirited voice came from across the river bank.

Everyone looked up and found a person standing on the roof not far away.

The man, wearing a cowboy hat and dark red leather jacket, was smiling at them.

Without saying a word, Hayden raised the gun in his hand and shot the man on the roof.

But I don't know if the shotgun's range is not enough, or Hayden's accuracy is too poor, this shot does not pose any threat.

The man's sneer grew harsher.

"What are you holding in your hand? A firestick? Why don't you take a look at mine!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a shot had already been fired.

Raise the gun, aim, and shoot in one go, so fast that you can't see clearly.

"boom!"

Before Hayden could react, he was knocked off his spirit cover by the shot, his brain burst, and he fell to the ground on his back.

The first shot kills the vanguard.

Everyone was terrified and started shooting at the man on the roof across the river.

However, the man retreated after firing his gun, and all the bullets hit the tiles and ridge of the sloping roof, causing the tiles to fly wildly, but it had no effect.

"Stop, stop first!"

O'Neal squeezed his way out of the crowd.

"A group of people fired guns at a roof across the river? Is it plausible?" A worker beside him angrily yelled at those people.

O'Neill, on the other hand, carefully observed the other side of the river.

"Sir, tell me, is there really an ambush on the other side?" the worker asked cautiously.

"I'm in San Francisco. I read a Chinese novel called "Romance of Three Empires". Have you read it?" O'Neill turned his head and asked the worker.

Workers shook their heads like rattles.

He has read few novels from his own country, let alone foreign ones.

"There is a story written in it. A wise man named Zhuge Liang deliberately put on a confident look on the tower when he faced enemies far larger than him."

O'Neill touched his chin to find the feeling, and it happened that he also had a few beards on his chin.

"And what happened next?" the worker asked.

"The enemy was scared away," O'Neill said.

"That's stupid," exclaimed the worker.

"So, we can't be fooled by such a stupid scheme. The other side is scheming! More than 100 people were scared to stop on the other side of the river by one person? Is it plausible?"

O'Neill suddenly changed from his gentleness before, and became angry:

He waved his hand to the back and shouted:
"Everyone, follow me and cross the river!"