The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 401 The banquet begins
After finishing his meal, Chen Zhengwei wiped his mouth and threw his napkin away. As soon as he stood up, he heard Anna speak:
"I want to use your last name!"

Chen Zhengwei was stunned for a moment. Fuck, I’m going to the battlefield, are you trying to scare me?
"I've always felt that women can be independent and don't need to use someone else's surname!" Chen Zhengwei's mind was working subconsciously.

Anna didn't say anything, just looked at him, with all kinds of emotions in her eyes.

"Forget it, whatever you want!" Chen Zhengwei sighed and waved his hand indifferently. It didn't matter as long as it didn't appear in the newspaper.

There was no marriage certificate at that time.

Anna was surprised, covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes red.

Then she stood up and rushed over to hug Chen Zhengwei's neck, constantly demanding his lips.

"I'm going to the fucking battlefield! Not this battlefield, but the one outside!" Chen Zhengwei pulled her off while cursing.

Turning around, he saw a row of thugs in the back laughing secretly, so Chen Zhengwei kicked each of them. "What are you laughing at? Are you all full?"

These thugs are the ones who will follow him to behead people.

I had been cleaning up the battlefield on Michigan Avenue, and now I am in peak physical and mental condition.

"I'll go upstairs and change my clothes!" Chen Zhengwei went upstairs and changed into a purple gentleman's suit, shaved off the stubble on his chin, put some hair oil on his hair, and put his hair behind his head.

Then he took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on his nose.

The pocket watch was in the vest pocket, and a thin gold chain extended from the pocket and hung on the button of the clothes.

Finally, I changed into a pair of leather shoes and walked down from upstairs.

"Brother Wei, you look like you are going to attend a banquet!" Ma Zai couldn't help but say after seeing Chen Zhengwei.

"After all, he is the commander-in-chief of the army and the general who ended the Civil War. You can't be too rude!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Anna came over to help him tidy up his clothes.

"Let's go!" Chen Zhengwei called his men to leave. The twenty people behind him were all holding Springfield M1873s and Peace II revolvers on their waists. Some of them were holding bags containing six-pound shells.

……

It was already dark at this time, and Aaron led his men to retreat to the last line of defense.

"Commander, they're retreating!"

Sherman smiled immediately upon hearing this, and just as he expected, he immediately said:

"Send out the 10th Infantry Regiment and the remaining cavalry! While they're retreating, shoot them from the flank!"

"Commander...those cavalrymen..." The messenger hesitated, but in fact the remaining cavalrymen had already collapsed.

"Tell them that this is a battlefield. If they want revenge, then charge forward, otherwise they will be shot like cowards!" Sherman's eyes were full of indifference.

"Let them think carefully about why they joined the army!"

For the sake of strategic goals, he could push even more people forward to die, let alone two cavalry regiments.

"Yes!" The messenger left immediately.

A moment later, the only two remaining companies of the cavalry regiment and the 10th Infantry Regiment that had retreated to rest came out in full force.

At the same time, Chen Zhengwei was leading his men wandering in the alleys. Although the two sides were clearly fighting, he was able to keenly find the weak points and gaps and then pass through them.

Chen Zhengwei turned a corner and happened to meet a group of soldiers rushing towards him.

The other party was stunned for a moment, but Chen Zhengwei was not stunned at all. He suddenly raised the submachine gun in his hand and swept it directly over.

Da da da!
Bullets pierced the soldiers' necks and foreheads, splattering blood and broken bones everywhere.

"Let's go!" Chen Zhengwei just took a glance and walked forward with his gun.

"Brother Wei, how about we walk in front?" said the henchman beside him.

"Do you know the road? Besides... we've already passed through it." Chen Zhengwei listened to the fierce gunfire coming from behind, and put another cigarette in his mouth. After a moment, he paused. In the distance, the sound of horse hooves came from far away, and there was also a lot of messy footsteps.

He signaled to the men behind him to hide in the building next to them, and then he stood in a dark corner, blocking the light from the cigarette butt with his palm.

Then a large number of cavalry and infantry were seen passing through the streets ahead.

"Sure enough!" Chen Zhengwei smiled. It was just as he expected.

In other words, the command center at the railway station now has at most one company of soldiers and some wounded soldiers guarding there, and the rest have been sent out.

After a while, after the cavalry and infantry had passed, Chen Zhengwei walked forward.

Ten minutes later, Chen Zhengwei saw the train station under the gas lamp in front.

Chen Zhengwei stood in the dark and glanced at the train station. He could see that most of the windows on the first floor were occupied, but they were not very alert.

Because the front line was constantly compressing the enemy's space for movement, the soldiers in the rear also relaxed a little.

"When you hear gunshots inside, rush over from this side!" Chen Zhengwei said to the men beside him after looking around for a moment, then he went into the building next to him, passed through several rooms, and then appeared next to an army soldier who was resting against the wall, and the dagger in his hand pierced his throat directly.

Chen Zhengwei did not draw his dagger, but just grabbed the soldier's shoulder to prevent him from falling and making too much noise, and then walked forward again.

A soldier who was smoking suddenly saw that there was another person in the room. Before he could ask, a cold light flashed and a dagger stabbed into his neck.

After all, Chen Zhengwei also has a throwing skill of level 3, although that was learned while playing darts in the office, but it can be used at this time.

After going around the row of buildings and killing four sentries, Chen Zhengwei still did not stop. At the entrance of a small alley more than 100 meters south of the railway station, Chen Zhengwei suddenly pushed his feet and pounced out like a tiger at an incredible speed.

In just two seconds, he crossed the street and appeared outside the wall on the side of the railway track of the train station. His body suddenly bounced up from the ground, and he reached out to grab the top of the wall, then flipped over and fell to the ground.

Chen Zhengwei walked along the railway tracks towards the side of the main building of the train station. At the same time, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and straightened his clothes.

Five submachine guns appeared and disappeared in Chen Zhengwei's hands one after another.

Each submachine gun has only one magazine.

These were the last 100 rounds of smokeless powder bullets. Then, pistols flashed through his hands. As long as they appeared on his palms, Chen Zhengwei would know whether there were bullets in the guns, so as to avoid problems in the battle later.

By the time all this was done, Chen Zhengwei had already arrived at the side of the train station building and pushed the door open without slowing down.

A soldier turned his head and was startled when he saw him. Before he could raise his gun, Chen Zhengwei had already rushed in front of him and stabbed a dagger into his neck. He grabbed his clothes and made him sit against the wall, then walked into the next room.

A soldier was standing at the window, looking across vigilantly, and didn't pay much attention to the footsteps behind him. He thought it was his companions.

Then, his two fists, like two sledgehammers, hit his temples on both sides.

Chen Zhengwei only felt something soft under his fist, as if he had broken something, which scared him.

Looking closely, the soldier fell down silently with his head deformed.

"It's not bad! I almost got covered in blood!" Chen Zhengwei was still a little scared.

"George!" someone suddenly shouted in the corridor, apparently seeing the body of the soldier sitting on the ground.

Chen Zhengwei grinned. He had not planned to hide his whereabouts, and he didn't care at all if the other party found out.

"The banquet has begun!" Chen Zhengwei laughed out loud, with a revolver in his hand, and walked out of the room with light steps.

The moment he walked out of the room, the gun in his hand was already pointed at the soldier in the corridor who was looking at this side with a puzzled look.

boom!
Accompanied by gunshots, flames and smoke, the soldier fell down with his head raised in shock.

"Who fired accidentally?" a soldier in a room cursed subconsciously.

Chen Zhengwei walked forward to the door of a room, pointed the revolver in his hand into the room, and pulled the trigger.

boom!
Another soldier fell down with a look of shock on his face.

"Enemy attack! There are enemies!"

At this time, the defending soldiers in the train station finally reacted and heard a lot of hurried footsteps coming from the waiting hall in front.

Chen Zhengwei held a pistol in his left hand pointing at the next room, and in his right hand there was a submachine gun. He took brisk steps, like a waltz.

"Mr. Sherman...where are you? Definitely not here..." The smile on Chen Zhengwei's face became brighter and brighter.

boom!
The soldier holding a gun in the room had a hole on his forehead and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Not here either..."

boom!
Along with Chen Zhengwei's voice, gunshots rang out and soldiers in the room fell to the ground one by one.

A group of soldiers rushed towards this side in the waiting hall in front.

Da da da!
The muzzle flash suddenly lit up the corridor.

A group of soldiers were shot and fell to the ground. The magazine of Chen Zhengwei's submachine gun was empty. There was only a blur, and the submachine gun in his hand fired again.

He had changed the gun in his hand.

The soldiers who tried to rush into the corridor fell to the ground one by one. The remaining ones did not dare to rush forward and hid on both sides of the corridor, holding their guns and breathing heavily.

The soldiers on both sides of the corridor looked at each other, then made a gesture, suddenly leaned out half of their bodies, and fired into the corridor.

However, the moment they leaned out, Chen Zhengwei had already turned around and stood against the wall, while shooting with a submachine gun in one hand.

Along with the sound of gunfire from both sides, two bullets grazed past Chen Zhengwei, and the two soldiers also had a bloody hole on their foreheads. A large amount of tissue was sprayed from the back of one of them, splashing all over the faces of the soldiers around him.

The soldier only felt the warmth splashed all over his face, his eyes full of fear.

And Chen Zhengwei's brisk footsteps were heard again.

"There is only one person, let's fight him!" A squad leader gritted his teeth, signaled the soldiers around him to wait for his signal, and then rushed out together to shoot.

Several people nodded.

Then they saw the captain make a gesture, and they all rushed out together, firing at the same time.

The corridor is only this wide, and if five or six people shoot together, they can hit the target even with their eyes closed.

However, to their shock, the corridor was empty.

Then gunshots rang out and smoke quickly obscured their vision.

At this time, Chen Zhengwei stretched out the gun from the room and pulled the trigger.

Da da da!
Several people fell to the ground one after another, and Chen Zhengwei continued to move forward with brisk steps. In a short period of time, more than thirty people died at his hands.

The footsteps clearly showed that there was only one person, yet no one could stop him.

The other people in the waiting hall had nervousness in their eyes and were clutching their guns tightly.

In particular, most of the people in the waiting hall were wounded soldiers, with gauze wrapped around their bodies and blood oozing out of the gauze. At this time, each of them was holding his gun tightly and pointing it at the connection between the waiting hall and the corridor.

Bang bang bang!
In the restaurant on the side of the wounded soldiers, several army soldiers opened fire the moment they saw figures appear in the corridor.

Then he waved his arm to push the smoke in front of him aside, wanting to see clearly whether he had killed the other party.

Da da da!
One by one, the soldiers fell to the ground, knocking over the tables around them.

This made the wounded soldiers in the waiting hall even more nervous.

He kept pulling the trigger towards the connection between the corridor and the waiting hall, while yelling nervously.

Chen Zhengwei stood in the corridor against the wall with a cigarette in his hand. He lit it first, then took out a six-pound shell in his hand. He put the fuse to the cigarette butt and lit it, then threw it into the waiting hall like a bowling ball.

"Good evening, gentlemen!"

boom!
(End of this chapter)