America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Niu San is in his forties this year.

His father was originally an honest and responsible farmer, but he was taken into custody by the government and lost his head.

That year, he was eighteen years old, an age in which he was in full swing.

So, he followed his brother, Niu Er, to join Changmao, followed the King of England, and joined Zhang Danian's command.

You say I have long hair, so I just have long hair.

When he returned to Tongcheng, Niu San was the first to rush into the government office, chop off the master's head, hang it on a pole, and carry it outside the courtyard wall.

Later, when things failed, he followed Zhang Danian across the ocean and came to the United States. He died of his brother and struggled to survive.

Time and suffering have smoothed his edges and made him somewhat disheartened.

But the appearance of Chen Jianqiu ignited a fire in his heart.

He is like this, and so are the people around him.

Among the resumes of these people, there is a professional experience, which is rebellion!

Meyer didn't know this, and it's even less likely that Lynch and Dolby knew this.

Therefore, a few days ago, when they were summoned to the oil tank warehouse and told at short notice that they had to transport oil tankers and were not allowed to carry weapons, Niu San was the first to raise objections.

He said to Meyer in unfamiliar English:

"Sir! As you know, the last convoy transporting oil tankers was robbed. We have no weapons and cannot guarantee our own safety!"

Meyer had just learned of the plan at this time, and he was thinking about what Lynch meant, so he absentmindedly pointed at the heavily armed factory protection team outside and Detective Pinkerton:

"With their protection, nothing will happen to you."

Niu San glanced at the dark guns in the hands of those people and sneered.

As a rebel with rich combat experience, he is all too familiar with such rhetoric.

These guns are probably not for protecting yourself.

A Pinkerton detective walked in from outside the warehouse.

He looked around and saw that everything was almost ready. He mumbled something to Meyer.

"Right away! Let's go!" Meyer shouted into the warehouse and led the horse out.

It seemed that it was too late to go back to get the weapons. Niu San's eyes swept around the warehouse, and finally found a lot of hammers, fixed wrenches and a tool box in the corner.

Niu San winked at the other Chinese workers.

These people quickly understood what he meant.

Niu San pretended to inspect the oil tanker and went around to the back of the vehicle, while the others stood beside the carriage, blocking the view of the detectives at the door for him.

Niu San quietly touched the corner, quickly picked up the tools, and then passed them one by one to other people's hands.

As for himself, he returned to the side of the carriage and stuffed a pair of scissors he found in the tool box under his seat.

Shortly after the transport team entered the Blanca Mountains, Lynch stopped the convoy.

He raised his head and observed the surrounding terrain, then dismounted and nodded to Dolby beside him.

"This is a good place, let's do it here."

Dolby called aside a Pinkerton detective wearing a blue tie and whispered instructions in his ear for a while.

The detective's expression was surprised at first, then hesitant, and then became serious.

"We have to do this, think about our dead brothers." Dubi patted his arm and whispered, "They, outsiders, should pay the price."

The detective made up his mind and told the following detectives and members of the factory protection team one by one the orders.

Most of these people did not hesitate at all. They raised their guns and skillfully surrounded the convoy.

"Hurry up! Get down!" They pointed their guns at the Chinese workers in the car.

"Is it useful to tie up those Chinese workers and tie them to the kerosene truck?" Dubi walked to Lynch's side.

"Chen Jianqiu will definitely save them." Lin Qi smiled sinisterly, "I know him. This is his weakness, his meaningless sense of responsibility."

Dubi also laughed: "Then, together with these Chinese workers, they will be buried in the sea of ​​fire and our bullets."

The two people had their backs facing the direction of the convoy.

Just let the younger brothers do these things. When they were younger brothers, they themselves did many of these things.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly a detective's angry voice came from behind them.

Lynch and Dolby turned around quickly.

The detective who was recommended by Du Beer was standing in front of Niu San's car, bending down and looking under the oil tanker.

There, a transparent liquid was dripping down drop by drop.

A familiar smell came to my face.

"It's coal~" Before he could finish his words, the scene suddenly changed.

Niu San next to him had already grabbed his neck, and with a strong force, he knocked his body off balance, dragged him over, and blocked him in front of him.

Niu San leaned against the oil tank with his back, and the scissors in his other hand were already pressed against the detective's neck.

"Come on, let's die together! You bastards, when your grandfather and I killed the braided army, you were still nursing in your mother's arms!" Niu San was like a tiger, staring at the Pinkerton detectives around him.

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The detectives around him all raised their guns, aiming at this brave Chinese worker who was not afraid of death.

But they were afraid that he would kill the detective in front of him with a pair of scissors.

More importantly, he was afraid of exploding the oil tank behind him.

These oil tankers were gathered together and were originally prepared by Lin Qi for Chen Jianqiu. Once they exploded, it would really be a large bomb, and everyone nearby would be lifted into the sky.

The detectives' attention was focused on Niu San, and the other Chinese workers stretched their hands under their seats.

"The original plan remains unchanged." Lynch was very calm and gave the order. "Back off! Stay away from the tanker truck!"

"Any Chinese worker who dares to touch us will be beaten to death."

The detectives woke up from their hesitation and prepared to retreat.

Niu San was extremely anxious.

He knew that when this group of people retreated into the woods, he and his companions would face death.

He didn't care much, and a roar echoed through the valley.

"Do it!"

Almost at the same time, these veterans pulled out the hammers and wrenches under their seats, and pounced on the detectives closest to them like hungry tigers pounce on food.

These young detectives were stunned by this sudden attack. They did not expect that these seemingly honest and honest Chinese workers would be so brave.

Even though they had guns in their hands, even though they had an absolute numerical advantage, in an instant, seven or eight people were thrown to the ground and received a heavy hammer on their heads.

The scene was chaotic.

"Bang!"

The gun in Dolby's hand went off and hit a Chinese worker in the back.

The Chinese laborer had just killed a Pinkerton detective with a hammer and was about to look for his second prey.

After being shot, his body tilted, but he did not fall down, but continued to stand up.

He turned around and faced Dolby with a ferocious expression, like a demon.

Dolby could clearly see that the wound on his chest was bleeding out.

Even though the captain had seen the world, he was still frightened. He took a few steps back and quickly reset the hammer with his thumb, preparing to fire the second shot.

"Bang!"

There was another gunshot.

But it was not the Chinese worker who was shot, but Doby himself.

His head was shot through by a bullet.

Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out intensively, and a row of detectives fell down like wheat being cut.

On the mountain road not far away, dust was flying, and a horse team came like a gust of wind.

The people on the horse were all armed with guns, and their guns were pointed at the Pinkerton detectives here.

The one who had just penetrated Captain Dooby's head was the one who bore the brunt of the attack, the first one in the team.

Chen Jianqiu.