The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 515 Why won’t you just die quietly?

"Lost?" When Texas Governor Oran M. Roberts heard the news in the manor, he suddenly stood up from the sofa and his face turned pale!

"How could we lose? More than 1000 people! More than 1000 people!" Oran Roberts shouted, pacing back and forth anxiously with a look of panic on his face.

It was only after the president's special envoy came to persuade him and promised him a lot of conditions that he agreed to mobilize the militia.

More than 1000 people ambushed a few people, but they lost!
What should we do now?
Anyone who knows a little about the Chinese character will know...

"What's the situation now?" Oran Roberts asked with great anxiety.

"Most of the militia was dispersed, and some even retreated on their own accord after receiving the order! Adjutant General William Steele is directing them to regroup two blocks away. But with casualties exceeding 30%... it's difficult to continue fighting!"

The person who spoke was Oran Roberts's aide, and his face also looked flustered.

Then he added with difficulty: "Only half of the militia have returned to the team!"

There were 1000 militiamen on those streets at the time, about 300 of them were killed, but only 500 returned to the team.

The casualties on Capitol Avenue were so heavy that militiamen who rushed up from both sides of the streets were almost slaughtered in rows.

Even the army would collapse in the face of such a bloody massacre, not to mention the militia.

The soldiers who survived on Congress Avenue fled.

As word of the situation at the time spreads, it is now difficult for the remaining militia to maintain their combat effectiveness and they may collapse at any moment.

"And the Chinese man?"

"I don't know...it seems like he didn't suffer much damage!"

"More than 1000 people can't beat dozens of people? What do they do?" Oran Roberts was full of anger and complaints.

"Tell them to hold the defense, I'll be there soon!" Oran Roberts was in a panic and had no idea what to do.

After all, he is just a politician, and the current situation is beyond his ability.

He now had only one idea, which was to stabilize the defense line, hold on to the militia, and then negotiate terms with Chen Zhengwei.

If that doesn't work, he can only run away, first to other cities, or simply to Washington.

Oran Roberts' staff arrived at the militia line and found Adjutant General William Steele to inform him of the governor's order.

The nominal commander-in-chief of the militia was the governor, but the real person who held the military power was Adjutant General William Steele.

William Steele, now 61 years old, served as a brigadier general during the Civil War.

They knew that direct negotiations would not work, but not talking was not an option either. If they continued fighting, the militia would collapse.

After a moment's thought, he said, "Pull the cannon over here, load it with shotgun shells, and cover it with cloth."

"Then put the negotiation location in front of the defense line and have someone set up a tent there as the negotiation site!"

The militia had two old 6-pound cannons, both left over from the Civil War, and were rusted when they fell into his hands.

Poor range, low accuracy, and slow movement.

When 1200 men ambushed the Chinese man, he never thought of pulling the cannons over.

This is all we have now.

It was already dark at this time. If the other party refused to negotiate, these two cannons would still be enough to give them a fighting chance.

It can also prevent the other party from killing people during negotiations.

After a long time, Oran Roberts arrived at the defense line and asked about the situation, and then William Steel told him the arrangements.

Oran Roberts' face changed when he heard this. He and Chen Zhengwei were negotiating under the gun?

"Is this useful?"

"I don't know, but this is the only solution we have now!" William Steele said expressionlessly.

It has come to this point, there are not many means left to use.

……

"Brother Wei, we found a few survivors. They don't know where these guns came from. They only know that they seem to be experimental models!" The henchman came back to inform Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei stepped into his leather shoes barefoot, then looked up at the people around him. There were fifty people before, but now there were only twenty left.

But there was not much ripple in his heart.

This is how it is when you start working. Some people are lucky and can make a name for themselves if they survive.

If you are unlucky, you will die immediately and become one of the many soldiers who died while others died.

"Where are the survivors?"

"Dead...badly injured..." the henchman whispered. A 7.92mm bullet could take away a large piece of his body.

In addition, Chen Zhengwei's shooting skills were so accurate that many people lost their heads.

Those who were not injured had already escaped along other routes.

Among the survivors they found, the one with the lightest injuries had lost a thigh and was close to death from excessive bleeding.

"Forget it, we can just ask someone to check and find out!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand. Only those factories could make these weapons.

Even let someone from Remington take a look, maybe they can find out which company's technology it is.

When the time comes, someone will blow up that company.

They even dared to copy his guns, and it’s an American arms company. They are really not afraid of death!
If you dare to imitate his gun today, what will you dare to do tomorrow?
He also knew how the submachine gun was leaked.

When Rong Jiasheng and his men died, the guns on them also disappeared.

It all comes down to the KKK.

"Where does the governor live?" Chen Zhengwei looked directly at the two ballerinas. In such a small city with a population of only 10,000, the direction of the governor's residence was no secret.

Besides, these ballerinas always know a little more than ordinary people.

The two ballerinas pointed in the direction tremblingly.

"Let's go to another place! On the way here, I saw a coffee shop. You can wait there!" Chen Zhengwei said, picking up the gun.

"What else are you going to do?" Cicely heard he was about to leave and immediately grabbed his arm, not wanting him to leave. "There are still people left to kill!" Chen Zhengwei shook his arm.

"Green, take a few people with her to the cafe. By the way, remember to book my hotel! Where is the second best hotel in Austin?" Chen Zhengwei ordered.

"The others follow me."

After Chen Zhengwei went out, he saw that the sky was gradually getting dark.

At this time, some people on the street quietly came out of the shops, and when they saw the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the street, they all cried out in surprise.

Then he covered his mouth and walked away quickly in panic.

These were the shop assistants or the trapped pedestrians.

Chen Zhengwei just swaggered away with his men.

Chen Zhengwei walked around arrogantly, but his men didn't dare to. They all looked around vigilantly with guns in hand.

A middle-aged man was peeking out through the window when he was discovered by Chen Zhengwei's men and shot several times.

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he sat on the ground, shaking like a sieve.

As soon as I walked out of the street, I saw someone riding a horse, holding a white cloth and shouting, "Don't shoot!"

The other party also saw Chen Zhengwei and his group. There were a dozen men in gentlemen's suits and holding guns scattered around, and they could move their guns over at the slightest movement.

A man as tall as a bear, wearing a purple gentleman's suit, was walking in the middle of the street with a gun in his hand.

The man on the horse jumped off, held up a white cloth and walked over while shouting "Don't shoot, I am a messenger!"

"Mr. Chen, I am the messenger of Governor Roberts! The governor wants to talk to you! Here is his letter!" The governor's messenger was sweating profusely. He slowly reached into his pocket and took out a letter, fearing that his actions would cause misunderstanding.

"There's nothing to talk about! I'm going to beat him to death, and no one can save him!" Chen Zhengwei took the letter and tore it into pieces without even looking at it.

He was too lazy to even give a perfunctory response, and he wasn't afraid that the governor would run away.

As long as the other person is still in the United States, I can find him.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Roberts is willing to cooperate with everything you do in Texas, which can save you a lot of trouble. Moreover, we also have a militia! This will cause you unnecessary casualties!" the governor's messenger advised.

boom!
Chen Zhengwei shot him in the head.

"Didn't your mother tell you? Stop talking so much nonsense." Chen Zhengwei walked straight past the fallen body.

……

"There may be no chance for negotiation!" said William Steele who heard the gunshots in the distance. Calculating the time, the envoys sent should just arrive there.

In other words, the Chinese have no intention of negotiating.

"Get ready for battle!" William Steele said with a gloomy face.

Oran Roberts' face turned pale, and he asked William Steele in a panic and anxious tone, "Are you sure?"

"No!" William Still took out a cigar from his arms, put it to his nose and sniffed greedily, then lit it and took a long puff.

"A soldier's fate should be to die on the battlefield!" William Steele saw many of his comrades die on their sickbeds, and he didn't want to die that way.

"Mr. Governor, you can leave now!"

When Oran Roberts heard this, he didn't even stop and hurried away with his men.

He was going home to pack up some things and then run to Washington.

After the governor left, William Steele had the cloth covering the cannon removed, and then stood there quietly, waiting for the other party to arrive.

The cannon is loaded with shotgun shells...what if we win?

William Steele smiled calmly and encouraged the soldiers around him: "Boys, let me see your courage as a soldier!"

"God bless you!"

"Keep your hands steady when installing the primer, or it will explode!" William Steele said to the gunner who was obviously nervous.

Because it got dark so quickly and today's fighting affected the lighting of the street lights, he couldn't see far away.

Estimating that the enemy was about a hundred meters away from him and his companions, William Steele gave the order.

"fire!"

Boom boom!

The gunners fired the percussion caps of the two six-pound cannons, and then there was a loud bang, bright flames spurted out of the muzzles, and countless lead balls sprayed out.

……

Chen Zhengwei, who was walking on the street with his men, suddenly felt warning signs all over his body.

"what?"

Chen Zhengwei was a little surprised.

After all, this kind of situation rarely happens, with warning signs emanating from all over the body... This is obviously not something a few gunmen can do.

"Explosives? Or artillery?"

Chen Zhengwei's mind raced like lightning, he kicked off and rushed to the side of the road, directly knocking open the door of the building next to him.

The entire wooden door flew straight in.

"Spread out to the sides!"

Boom boom!

Two huge cannon shots were heard in the distance, and countless marbles flew through the air with a sound of breaking through the air, covering a large area of the street.

The thugs hiding on both sides were frightened and broke out in cold sweats.

Chen Zhengwei walked out of the building with a sullen face and a cruel look in his eyes:
"Why don't you just die quietly?"

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(End of this chapter)