America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 463 If ​​You Say You Don't Allow Touching, I Will Not Touch It?

Night fell.

The moon hangs in mid-air, shining moonlight on the earth.

There are sparkling waves on the surface of the river. The river is not rushing, but flowing slowly.

The braided man and the fat man managed to stay up until midnight.

At this time in their camp, the light of the bonfire has dimmed a lot.

But behind the wooden wall on the opposite side of the bridge, there is light.

on the river.

The association's people couldn't see what was shining.

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

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

He is a little guilty.

"Why are you still hesitating? Where did your impassioned and passionate look in front of the president just now? Why are you scared now?"

The fat man looked the braided man up and down by the moonlight, with a look of contempt on his face.

"Fart you! Who said I was cowardly?" The braided man pointed to the big bag on the fat man's shoulder, "Can you do this?"

The fat man patted the bag containing the pliers, full of confidence: "As long as this river doesn't sink me, it's fine."

After that, he went down the river bank first and walked towards the river.

In order to show that he is not the coward in the fat man's mouth, the braided man followed closely behind.

"Hold the bag higher! Don't get the torch in the bag wet." He turned his head and whispered to the cowboys crossing the river together.

These people stuck to the pier and went into the water.

This is the shallowest and least visible place in the shadow of the bridge.

The river was just below his chest.

A group of people followed each other, wading through the water and walking towards the other side of the river.

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

He was trembling all the way.

In case of being discovered, the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side dragged out the iron lump that was loaded on the train that day and swept a few shuttles in their direction.

I'm afraid that none of these people like myself 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 very 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 happily said to the man with braids while suppressing his voice.

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

A group of people came under the barbed wire.

Suddenly, the braided man felt something strange.

A sense of discomfort set in.

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

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

"Hey, look, what is written on this sign?"

While the braided man and the fat man were arguing, a cowboy asked, pointing to a wooden sign nailed to a post.

Both the braided man and the fat man raised their heads.

By the moonlight, they could barely read the words on the sign.

The people on the other side are very considerate. They write in both Chinese and English. They don't know Chinese characters, but they can recognize English letters.

"Dangerous! Please-don't-touch?"

The fat man read it out.

This is a warning sign!

The fat man dismissed this:
"What kind of shit? You said you wouldn't touch it if you didn't touch it? I want to touch it! Isn't it just a barb? Let me see if your wire is hard or my pliers are strong."

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

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

The fat man leaned his head over, holding large iron tongs in both hands, leaning the jaws towards the wire,

However, the moment the jaws touched the wire.

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

The iron tongs in the fat man's hand fell off the ground and slid down the river bank.

And he himself seemed to have been shot in the head, his body lost his response in an instant, and he fell forward.

His clothes were hooked on the barbs that were pointing up, and he was hanging on the barbed wire.

Then, there was another flame, and there was a "pop".

A burnt smell came over.

The man with the braids and the cowboys just stood there, completely unaware of what was going on.

Someone subconsciously ran over to grab the fat man who was hanging on the barbed wire.

As a result, his fate was the same as that of the fat man, and he fell unconscious on the ground 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 isn't the light on? Is the power out? Or is there something wrong with the wiring?"

"I don't know, the engineer is not here, or we can find out what's wrong by ourselves!"

Hearing this, the braided man and the rest of the cowboys, who were originally in a state of confusion, were frightened out of their wits.

They didn't care about what happened, they left Fatty and the corpse of another cowboy, turned around and ran frantically into the river.

"It seems that there is movement on the river bank, Li Sifu! You lead the team to look outside the wall!" Another voice came.

The Cowboys are running faster.

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

When a few were wading in the river, they had garlic on their feet, and it was dark, they fell down and drowned in the water, crying for their father and mother.

There was a small door 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 his face.

"Ugh, what a disgusting smell!"

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

The poor fat man was completely stunned by the electric shock, and his exposed skin was all black.

Holding the lamp, Li Sifu glanced at the fat man's body, then at the wooden sign beside him, shook his head, and sighed:
"Boss Chen was afraid that you would run into each other, so he asked me to put a sign on it and write it in English. Is it because the light is not good at night and you can't see it? Do you want to install an electric light here next time?"

The next day, at the entrance of the camp on the north shore, a wooden trolley appeared.

There seemed to be two things on the cart, covered with straw mats.

The craftsmanship of this mat is somewhat unusual, not common in the American continent, nor like the grass handicrafts of the Indians.

A curious person approached the cart and lifted the mat on the cart.

The onlookers were frightened by the things on the car and took two steps back.

What the hell is this, like, man?
And in Couch's tent, the man with braided hair lost his soul and reported the situation of last night to the president incoherently:
"Thunder! Thunder! Sparks! Coax! Crack! Fatty is dead!"

Couch's head hurts.

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

He looked at the man with braids, and if he didn't calm down, he might go completely crazy.

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

"Snapped!"

A slap fell on his face, and the braided man instantly regained consciousness a lot.

"Calm down! Why panic? Perhaps, we have other ways!" Couch said

(End of this chapter)