1850 American Gold Baron

Even if the San Francisco Mounted Police would come to their aid, it would be the morning after tomorrow at the earliest between receiving the news and arriving in Sacramento.

Will you continue to resist until the morning after tomorrow or even longer?

Liang Yao quickly put away this unrealistic idea. The only thing he could count on now was Sartre's personal army.

“The San Francisco Mounted Police, which is more than a hundred miles away, is indeed far away and cannot quench our thirst, but as long as we persist a little longer, Sutter, a nearby farmer, will come to help us.

He is less than fifteen miles away from us. This generous and generous farmer is a good friend of mine. He has a private army of more than a hundred people."

The immediate priority is to calm people's hearts. Liang Yao exaggerated Sartre's armed strength. In fact, even if Sartre's Indian guards are included, Sartre's bodyguards are only more than 60 people. And what is the combat effectiveness of Sartre's private armed forces? , Liang Yao didn’t have any confidence in his heart.

Liang Yao's words were like a shot in the arm, giving these desperate people a glimmer of hope and they were no longer so pessimistic.

Liang Yao called several senior executives of the Boston Company and Sven aside: "We must now find a way to hold off those thugs and buy more time."

"This is an unrealistic idea. The most we can do is resist one more round of their attacks." Weber, who has been a professional officer for more than ten years, gave a cruel conclusion based on his experience.

"We can delay them in other ways."

Liang Yao calculated in his mind the time it would take for Deng Wenyao to go to Sutter's castle to report the news and for Sutter to gather his troops to Sacramento.

"We can pretend to negotiate with them, but we need a very eloquent person to deal with them and buy us at least two hours."

"This is a good idea, but who is going to deal with the gangsters?"

Both the people from the Boston Company and Sven felt that Liang Yao's proposal was feasible and worth a try.

The most suitable candidate is undoubtedly Liang Yao. Liang Yao's eloquence is good enough, and Liang Yao is the most prestigious person in Sacramento and the most qualified to represent them.

"This person must not be Mr. Liang. We cannot do without Mr. Liang here. If anything happens to Mr. Liang, we will all be doomed!" Seeing that many people were looking at Liang Yao, Si Wen had to persuade them to give up this idea.

Sven knew that the gangsters were here for Liang Yao, and if Liang Yao was asked to talk to the gangsters, the situation would only get worse.

"I......"

Weber was about to step forward, but thinking of his wife and children, he hesitated. He didn't know how to take back what he just said, and seemed a little embarrassed.

"Gentlemen, let me go." Robinson saw Weber's dilemma and stepped forward to help Weber, "Mr. Weber, you have a wife and daughter, you need to be responsible for them, I don't have this concern, let me go. "

Robinson picked up his medicine box and said, "I'm a doctor. Maybe I can buy more time for everyone, and they won't embarrass a doctor."

Everyone was in awe of Dr. Robinson who stepped forward in times of crisis. Liang Yao stepped forward and held Robinson's hand: "Dr. Robinson, we will all pray for you. It is a great honor to have a friend like you."

"I am also very honored to have made a friend like you, Liang. Without you, there would be no Sacramento today, nor would Boston Company be what it is today."

Robinson said goodbye to Liang Yaoyi. He took off his white shirt and hung it on a wooden stick. He then walked toward the brutal gangsters without hesitation, holding a white flag made of the shirt in one hand and a medicine box in the other.

"Stop! Don't move! Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"

The alert gangster ordered Robinson to stop and pointed his gun at Robinson.

"Gentlemen, I am a doctor and I think you need help." Robinson put down the white flag and medicine box in his hands and pointed to the injured gangsters lying on the ground.

"He is a doctor, I can prove it."

The speaker was William Walker. Walker was originally a gunman for the Boston Company. The Boston Company's early gold mining trip failed miserably.

Walker, who was extremely thirsty for gold, couldn't bear the torture, so he and several people in the company who had the same idea stole the company's few gold and ran away, and found another way to dig for gold, that is, robbery.

Walker recognized Robinson immediately.

With a gloomy look on his face, Brandon used an Army saber to open Robinson's medicine box. After confirming that the medicine box was indeed full of medicines, his face became brighter.

"It turns out to be a doctor. Welcome to come. Our team just needs a doctor."

"Their injuries are very serious. If they are not treated in time, they will die soon."

Robinson pointed to Brandon's injured men and said that although he had the advantage, Brandon's fight was not easy. Eleven of his men were killed on the spot when they attacked the house. Eighteen others were injured as a result, and morale was extremely low.

Brandon doesn't care about the life and death of the gang members and ordinary gangsters who are attached to Brandon. What he cares about is the life and death of the deserters, who are his backbone.

There is no shortage of gold diggers in California who are willing to take risks for gold. As long as his backbone is there, no one can shake his status as the overlord of the underworld in California.

Robinson treated the wounds of the injured gangsters, and he subconsciously slowed down the speed of treating the wounds.

"Don't point a gun at me. You point a gun at me so that I can't do my job well."

Being operated on by a bunch of black guns pointed at him made Robinson feel very uncomfortable, and even his hands couldn't help but tremble.

"Put it down! Put it down!"

Brandon signaled his men to put down their guns. A doctor posed no threat to them.

"Doctor, I am your enemy. I don't think you are here specifically to save lives and heal the wounded. I want to know your purpose of coming."

Brandon held his saber and looked at Robinson who was undergoing surgery with some amusement.

"In the eyes of doctors, there are no enemies, only patients." Robinson's hands suddenly trembled. He controlled his breathing and nervous heartbeat and said, "If you want my operation to be successful, it's best not to do it while I'm doing it."

It’s time to bother me.”

For the sake of his men's lives, Brandon chose to shut up, but after an hour and a half, Brandon finally couldn't bear it anymore, stopped Robinson, and questioned Robinson's purpose.

"If you come to seek refuge with us, we welcome you. If you come to negotiate as a surrender representative, as long as you are willing to hand over the gold and the Chinese boy named Liang Yao, we also welcome you."

Seeing that there was no way to delay it any longer, Robinson had no choice but to sit down and negotiate with Brandon.

"This is a good proposal. As long as you can guarantee our lives, we are willing to surrender. After all, everyone came to Sacramento for gold."

"You seem to be a very sensible man, doctor."

At this time, Robinson realized that these gangsters had a clear goal. Out of the instinct of survival, the idea of ​​betraying Liang Yao's Boston company also flashed in his mind.

But this dangerous idea was quickly rejected by him. Firstly, this practice of betraying friends was contrary to his life creed. Secondly, he did not believe that these gangsters had any integrity.

Looking at the burned camp of the Boston Company, Robinson clenched his fists and mustered up the courage to start bargaining with Brandon: "We need some time to reach a consensus. Liang Yao has many loyal guards. It is difficult to solve this difficult problem.

It takes time. We need three hours."

Robinson didn't know how long Brandon's bottom line was, so he quoted a time with room for bargaining.

"I don't have the patience. Three hours is too long." Brandon flatly rejected the request. "I'll give you one hour. Either surrender! Or I can bring people to level this house. I can still do it."

Get the gold I want!"

"One hour is too short, at least two hours are needed." Robinson wanted to try again.

"Just one hour, you have no right to bargain with me." Brandon's attitude was very tough, and his patience had reached its limit.

Robinson returned to the compound with a satisfactory answer and Brandon's ultimatum. He successfully bought the gold diggers two and a half hours! He did a great job, and Robinson was their hero.

Just an hour passed, and the reinforcements Liang Yao mentioned did not appear.

Including the hour and a half that Robinson delayed with the gangsters, two and a half hours have passed now. Sutter may not come.

Looking at the gangsters who were gathering to launch an attack, people's hearts began to wander again.

The guards loyal to Liang Yao and the gold diggers who were determined to fight the gangsters to the end were ready for the last fight.

Of course, there are also people who are greedy for life and afraid of death and are ready to surrender, pinning their hopes of survival on the fact that these gangsters will spare them for the sake of being believers of God.

Boom~

The sudden sound of artillery broke the silence before the war.

The sound of artillery came from the west, that is, the direction of San Francisco. San Francisco's reinforcements were so fast?

Everyone found it very unbelievable that there was no railway from San Francisco to Sacramento, only muddy and difficult-to-walk dirt roads. Could it be that these magic soldiers who descended from the sky had wings and flew here?

Brandon was equally incredible. As an officer who had served in a military fortress in California, he knew the local military deployment very well. This was why he had been able to carry out robberies in several gold mining areas with ease in the past few months since he had fled.

"Impossible, there are no U.S. Army troops stationed nearby."

Brandon, who was shocked by the sound of gunfire, was unwilling to accept this reality, and the second sound of gunfire that followed quickly woke him up.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

Although he was very unwilling to see the gold in his hand just fly away, Brandon quickly made a wise choice and led his men to escape into the mountains and forests again.