1855 United States Tycoon

Looking at the molten steel flowing out, Scrooge knew that a new era had begun. With steel as the foundation, a series of plans that can bring more money can be put on the agenda.

For example, many of the cannons at that time were made of bronze. Compared to steel, bronze is too soft. All cannons made of bronze can hardly be rifled. This greatly affects the accuracy of the cannon. For example, the Napoleon twelve-pounder gun is of the kind with superb accuracy among the bronze artillery. You can use it to accurately hit a barn one kilometer away, and a rifled rifled gun, It can accurately hit the door of the barn. Not only is the difference in accuracy, but with the rifling, after the stability of the projectile can be ensured, the power of the projectile can also be greatly ascending. In the era when there is no rifling, the shell must be spherical, and where it hits the target in flight is completely random. Therefore, the rifled gun cannot be equipped with a high-explosive projectile that uses an impact fuze, which greatly affects its power. In the original history, after the Civil War, in order to use some special shells, the United States forcibly rifled the Napoleon cannon. As a result, well, after only a few shots, the rifling was bald and needed to be pulled again.

As for the other cast iron cannons at this time, they are not much better. Wrought iron cannons are the same as bronze cannons. They need to be re-rifled after a few shots are fired. Cast iron guns are pig iron, which is harder. The problem of rifling is much better, but pig iron is very brittle, um, so it will explode if it is not done well...

However, as a weapon, it is not the largest use of steel. With sufficient high-quality steel, whether it is transportation, construction, or machinery manufacturing, it can reach a new level. For example, the Pacific Railway, which is now in a turmoil, has a huge demand for high-quality steel.

But Scrooge is not in a hurry to buy a stake in the Pacific Railway. Because joining now, the cost to pay is still a little more, he can still wait until the Union Pacific Railroad stock drops sharply. Well, a few days ago, he had asked Bond’s people to keep an eye on a few members of Congress, and believe that it won’t take long for a big news to come out.

"Mr. Stephen, the asking price you gave is a bit higher. Judging from the cost of general railway construction, it is impossible to require so much money." Nuorilang is the government's representative on the Union Pacific Railway. He is now looking in front of him. His quotation frowned, "Such a quotation is simply impossible to pass. The government is not a fool. Your quotation is even twice as high as the average quotation. How is this possible."

"Ah, Mr. Norilang, things cannot be generalized. You have to know that this section of the railway has to pass through several Indian settlements, which will make the cost of security ascending significantly. You know now, because of the impact of the war, It’s not cheap to hire a road guard team. In addition, the terrain in this section is complicated and the cost is inherently high..."

"Aren't these all plains? How could the terrain be complicated?" Nuorilang asked.

"Ah, Mr. Nuorilang, I have made detailed explanations in the appendix at the back of this document. You can understand by looking at it." Stephen's eyes narrowed into a gap with his cheeks. The fat trembled.

"Detailed explanation?" Nuorilang flipped down, and then he closed the information quickly and silently, and asked with a serious face:"What do you mean!" His voice was very low and severe.

"It's nothing, I just hope everyone can have a better life in the future." Stephen said nonchalantly.

Nuorilang pressed the document with his hand and glanced quickly around. Then he continued to lower his throat and said sternly: "I can send you to prison!"

"I know a lot of big people, it's no good for us to do more." Stephen took a cigar from his pocket, and a person who looked like a bodyguard standing next to him quickly took out a match to light him. Stephen took a deep breath, then let out a smoke ring leisurely, then smiled at Nuorilang and said, "Why should we do something that is not good for us."

Norilang looked at Stephen, then smiled, and said: "I just think that in this place, in this way, it is not very suitable, it will make me a little uncomfortable." While saying, he put the document into his own. In the briefcase, "This issue is very complicated. I want to take it home and take a closer look. However, Mr. Stephen, even if such an offer is passed by me, it cannot be passed in Congress. In addition, the Indian threat The persuasive power is not particularly great. Several tribes in this area have always been relatively law-abiding."

"Ah, an Indian who is still law-abiding?" Stephen laughed, his eyes gleaming fiercely, "Hehe, I thought only dead Indians are good Indians."

"Are you saying that Stephen is buying those old-fashioned muskets on the market?" Bond raised his eyes from the written report and asked a detective on the side.

"Yes, Mr. Bond, they have a road protection team to ensure that the workers will not be harassed by the Indians while building the road. Maybe he is equipping the road protection team with weapons." The detective replied.

"Oh, I see." Bond said, taking out a portfolio from the drawer, drew a document out of it, looked at it twice, and then put it in with the new information. In the portfolio. Then he locked it again.

"His road guard team has a total of only 53 people. Not long ago, they sold 30 front-loaded rifled guns from the Army, and bought 20 MacDonald 1857 from us. They don’t need the old-fashioned smoothbore at all. Gun. What are they going to do?" Bond was lost in thought.

Hill is an Irishman. He left Ireland with some of his friends and came to the free land of United States not long ago. The United States, which is experiencing the war and prosperity, has job opportunities. Although he has nothing to do, he quickly found a job-repairing railways.

He and some other workers, mostly Irish immigrants, came to a wilderness and set up a workers camp.

"Hey, Hill, have you heard? There are Indians here." asked a young man named Cole.

"Well, I also heard about it. But we also have a road protection team here. I heard that the Indians have very poor combat effectiveness, and our road protection team can beat four of them." Hill comforted him.

"But, look, there are only a few people in the road protection team." Cole still felt very uneasy.

Indeed, there are only three road guards in this camp with more than 30 workers. It does appear to be under-represented.

"When other workers arrive here one after another, the number of guards will increase." Another older worker explained.

At this time, a group of people from far away came over on horseback, and the setting sun shone obliquely, drawing their shadows very long.

"Is it an Indian?" Cole became nervous. However, as the horse team approached, everyone gradually realized that it was not the Indians with turkey feathers on their heads riding the horses, but a group of cowboys.

"The one who made us the road guard team!" Andy, who joined the road guard team, saw the signs on their chests at a glance, so he put down the gun in his hand and shouted.

The tense atmosphere in the entire camp disappeared immediately. Everyone smiled and sighed that they were too sensitive. Someone ran over and opened the gate of the camp.

The road guards who came over on horseback got off their horses one after another and walked in with their horses. The three road protectors who were staying in the camp also greeted them and talked with these new road protectors. Then the guards scattered in the camp.

"Why are so many people here?" Cole said in surprise.

At this time, two road protectors came to their side. Hill walked over and asked, "Why are there so many people here? What's the situation?" The road protector jumped off his horse, smiled weirdly at Hill, and showed Bai Sensen's teeth. .

"Immediately the camp will be attacked by Indians, how can we not come." Another guy who was still riding a horse took the gun on his back into his hand and replied in a weird tone.

"The Indians are coming to attack? Really? When?" Cole asked quickly.

"When?" The guy on the horse smiled with a harsh voice like a night owl while removing the hammer from the old-fashioned musket. "Hahahaha, of course-now!"

Just when he said the word "now", he quickly pointed the gun in his hand at Cole, which was a shot. At such a close distance, a 16mm bullet made a big hole in Cole's chest, and blood was sprayed out like a fountain. Cole Lengren looked at the road protector who fired, his eyes wide open. It was huge, and then fell silently.

"You..." Before Hill had time to say anything, the road protector who got off the horse had already waved his hand and slammed an Indian axe towards him. He smashed into Hill's chest, who couldn't dodge, and Hill felt that his eyes were dark, and he passed out in a coma.

At this time, gunshots and screams came to mind everywhere in the camp. But it didn't take long for all these sounds to subside. There are only 30 workers in the camp, and there are no weapons in their hands, and they are unprepared. They simply cannot withstand the attacks of more than 30 fully armed road guards. So within a few minutes, they were completely slaughtered.

The road protectors gathered together, and a big man with a big face asked: "Are they all solved?"

"It's all solved!" People answered one after another.

"Well, then go and do the follow-up. Robert, you take a few people to chop off a few people's heads and put them on sharp stakes, Hewitt, you go and set the fire, and leave the ignition feathers by the way... Billy, you also throw in the corpses of those two Indians..."

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