America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Normally, there is no need for the residents of Fort Stockton to panic.

Because the residential areas of whites and Chinese are not next to each other at all.

There is at least a piece of wasteland between the two sides, and even the water source uses each other's groundwater.

Even during elections, neither side can show their faces.

Lin Sanshan didn't mind at all that the white town mayors on the opposite side were elected consecutively.

Because the other party's order can't be transmitted here at all.

The Chinese pay the taxes they should pay, and the state government basically turns a blind eye.

But this time, it seems that the memory of the ancestors has been awakened.

The residents of Fort Stockton were in a state of panic.

In the afternoon, the bell at the entrance of the town was rung.

Many people in the town gathered in the auditorium at the mouth of the town.

"Those damned Chinese are like rats. They deserve to be infected with the plague. We should drive them out immediately!" An old man with a white beard stood beside the table and shouted.

"Get out? If they can be driven out, they can still be here now?" Beside him, a young farmer snorted, "It's not like you haven't tried it. Four or five people died, and they didn't move at all."

"Shut up! I won't allow you to insult my son!"

Suddenly the old man exploded like a ignited powder keg.

He rushed to the farmer and grabbed his collar.

"I don't allow you to insult my son!"

His eldest son died in the battle with the Chinese ten years ago, which is an eternal pain in his heart.

"If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. What's the use of you calling me? If you have the ability to go to the opposite side and find trouble with those Chinese!" The farmer didn't want to be outdone, and grabbed the old man's hand.

The old man's remaining two sons also pushed through the crowd and rushed over, ready to attack the farmer.

Seeing that a fight was about to start in the auditorium.

"Clap clap clap."

The mayor yelled for a long time and found it was useless, so he had to take off his boots and beat the table desperately.

"Can you all shut up!" he shouted at the top of his voice, "isn't that embarrassing enough?"

The people below finally stopped fighting temporarily.

"I think our top priority now is to quickly report what happened here to the state and ask for support from the state."

The mayor's words drew boos from around the table.

It's called support when you come up, which doesn't seem to fit the personality of the Texans.

But the mayor completely ignored these guys.

"What? Some of you are willing to drive away those Chinese? No problem, stand up, I will let you go first!" He said angrily.

No one came forward.

The Chinese on the other side of the wasteland have guns and the Black Death.

Either of the two things can kill them.

These people were unanimously discouraged.

Since no one stood up, the mayor's proposal was considered approved.

They sent the young farmer just now to report what happened here to Austin, the seat of the state government, on horseback.

"What? The Black Death? Chinese?" After the governor heard the report, his eyebrows were twisted like ropes.

He had heard about Fort Stockton early in his tenure.

But the fool also knows who is behind the Chinese there.

Without the support of the person behind them, no matter how hard these Chinese can fight, it is impossible for them to support for so long.

The governor doesn't want trouble.

Except for a fight with the local whites when they first came, those Chinese didn't cause any trouble for nearly ten years.

"You go out first, I'll think about it."

The governor asked his subordinates to go out first, leaned back in the chair, took off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his hands.

How to deal with this matter?
There is an epidemic in a town in your own state, so the state government can't do nothing, right? Do you still want votes?But how to stop the development of the situation?
While the governor was in his office trying to break his head, a well-dressed gentleman walked into his office.

The visitor didn't seem to notice at all, and sat down on the sofa in the office.

"Mr. Governor, what is it that worries you so much?" he asked.

The governor raised his head and glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.

His head hurt even more.

The man who came was John Rockefeller's youngest son, John Rockefeller Jr.

This person was born in 1874 and is now 26 years old. He has just graduated and joined his father's company not long ago. He is the younger brother of the Rockefeller who sold the oil refinery to Chen Jianqiu in Roswell.

Texas is rich in oil and gas resources, and Mr. Rockefeller's handwriting is naturally indispensable.

Rockefeller Jr. came here with his father's order to discuss business with the governor.

The Rockefeller family has always been the nobles of the governor, so the governor directly told Rockefeller Jr. what happened.

Unexpectedly, after thinking for a while, Rockefeller Jr. gave the governor an unexpected suggestion:

"You should send out the state militia to drive those Chinese out," said Rockefeller Jr. "After all, they brought the plague."

"Are you crazy?" The governor stared at the noble young man in disbelief. "We have carefully investigated these Chinese. They are all legal American citizens. They bought the land with money. What reason do we have to expel them?"

"Then surround them." Rockefeller Jr. said viciously, "Lock their entire residential area and isolate them. In the name of the epidemic, after they can't stand it anymore, they will come over and talk to us about leaving."

He owed a little.

"Mr. Governor, you should understand that if these Chinese are there, they will always be a threat. They don't believe in religion, so there is no bottom line for doing things. If they are allowed to grow and develop, it will be a disaster."

"Believe me, you're going to lose voters, get impeached, and have a political career in the mud because of your inaction."

I have to say that what Rockefeller Jr. said made some sense.

But as a mature politician, Mr. Governor will certainly not take a risk just because of a businessman's words.

"I think this decision is reckless." The governor shook his head. "Using the militia will panic our citizens and violate the freedom rights of those Chinese."

"You are wrong, Mr. Governor, what we are facing is a plague. What the governor should do is to prevent the spread of the plague."

"So in special times, special methods should be used. In the final analysis, most people care about their own lives, not those of other races." Little Rockefeller said.

The governor thought for a long time and asked the last question:
"What if, I mean if, Chen's troops in New Mexico came to support his countrymen?"

The combat effectiveness shown by the Chinese troops in the Spanish-American War left him with lingering fears.

Little Rockefeller laughed loudly:
"If they dare to move, it is a rebellion. If the rebellion is established, Mr. President has the right to mobilize the army to destroy them!"

"You don't need to worry about this, we will use our influence to deal with them."

The governor remained silent.

But Little Rockefeller was not in a hurry, and looked confident.

Instead of chatting with the governor about the Fort Stockton epidemic, he talked about oil and gas business and sharing.

A few days later, the towns of Austin and Houston were suddenly filled with rumors.

The general content is that the "Death" Black Death is attacking Fort Stockton, a city in western Texas. Many people have died, and the death is extremely tragic.

The disaster is said to have been brought about by the Chinese.

There are two theories, one is that people who came from abroad carried the germs, and caused an epidemic because of poor management; His own arrogance atones.

Incredibly, the market for the latter claim is even a bit bigger.

Many people are in panic all day long, for fear that the plague will spread to big cities like Austin.

More and more people gathered and began to march on the streets, demanding that the government send troops to blockade.

"Get those Chinese out of Texas!"

"Burn them all! Purify germs with flame!"

The governor was surprised by the development of the situation, but he was already set on the fire.

A few days later, a bill to mobilize the militia to Fort Stockton was sent to the state legislature.

Although there was still controversy and discussion, the proposal was eventually passed.

The traditional Texas militia has been mobilized again.

More than 2000 people assembled in San Antonio and headed to Fort Stockton under the leadership of Captain Brad Harrison to carry out the blockade mission.

At the same time, a telegram calling for federal troops to help "maintain order in the state" was sent to the White House and placed on President McKinley's desk.