America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Arcata is a lumber town on the Pacific coast.

It is adjacent to Humboldt Bay and surrounded by large forests.

Most of the Chinese who originally moved here worked as lumberjacks in some surrounding logging camps.

Huang Qingyun and the four or five Chinese young men behind him entered the town.

The people in this town don't seem very friendly.

An old woman who was collecting clothes stared at them.

Her skin was as dry as a dehydrated orange peel, lifeless.

The old woman gave them a vicious look, then hurried back to the house holding her clothes.

A man was resting on the railing in front of his house.

The overalls he was wearing were dirty and covered with mud.

Fifty thousand US dollars? This is a completely insincere figure, which means that the other party has no intention of negotiating at all.

He Sanshui and others fought back at the militiamen and members of the Knights of Labor, while trying to rush over and snatch the bodies of the two men back.

"Master Huang, I think there is no need for us to talk."

The so-called militia is a self-organized local militia in the town.

The militiamen had no horses and could not catch up with them. They could only fire a few symbolic rounds and watched as they ran out of range.

"You guys are here to negotiate, right?"

Huang Qingyun pulled Marsh up from the ground, and the edge of the dagger left a bloody mark on his neck:

"Get your people out of the way! Put down the weapons in your hands!" Huang Qingyun said calmly.

Huang Qingyun couldn't support his body and knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Now that we're here, we have to talk about it for a while. If we can't reach an agreement, it's not too late to discuss the rest of the matter."

Standing next to the corpse like him was the cripple who shot Huang Qingyun.

Suddenly there was a loud sound of gunfire, and several bullets hit Huang Qingyun at the same time.

On the table to his right was a revolver.

He rubbed the greasy dagger in his hand on his clothes and stuck it on the table.

The shooter was the lame man. He was squatting in the shadow of a box beside Huang Qingyun, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was smoking.

Seeing Huang Qingyun and the others coming in, neither of them had the intention to stand up.

So the gun in Lao Qi's hand was instantly pointed at the pipe-smoking man.

He looks like a hyena in the wild west now.

"My name is Leadson Tuke, the leader of the vigilante group here." The pipe-smoking man looked a little impatient.

Suddenly, several men with guns lazily appeared in the middle of the road and stopped them.

Different from other simple triangular tents in the camp, this is a large tent made of canvas.

Huang Qingyun used all his strength to cut Marsh's neck with the dagger in his hand.

Huang Qingyun carefully observed the opposite side, ready to take action at any time.

"He Sanshui, Xiao Liuzi, you guys stay outside, Lao Qi and I go in." Huang Qingyun ordered in Chinese.

"I am!" The pipe-smoking man became even more impatient, "Hey, do you have the final say?"

The table hit the pipe-smoking man on the other side, knocking him and his chair to the ground.

Lao Qi observed the situation in the surrounding town and whispered to Huang Qingyun beside him.

"Should you introduce who you are first?" Huang Qingyun said calmly and calmly.

He Sanshui gritted his teeth.

There was a sudden gunshot.

But the bullets coming from the opposite side became increasingly dense, and the militiamen gradually approached them.

In remote towns in the west, this kind of organization is very common. People are usually farmers, but when they pick up a gun, they become militiamen.

Marsh took a step back and bent down to pick up the revolver that had fallen to the ground.

This former TPJ general, who had been on the battlefield for many years, fell on a foreign land.

This man's canines look strange, sharper than those of ordinary people.

He glanced at the lame man and those people, and laughed contemptuously: "These rotten people can't stop me and Lao Qi."

"Master Huang!"

It seemed that the flesh on the bones had been stuffed between his teeth. He opened his mouth, put his fingers into his mouth and started to pick at his teeth.

The two men pointed their guns at each other.

The pipe-smoking man looked malicious.

"Quick! Mount your horse! Get ready to go!"

The camp was very dirty, with wood and debris scattered everywhere on the ground.

A bullet entered Huang Qingyun's back from below and penetrated his lungs.

"Old Seven!"

The lame man put the gun back into his waist expressionlessly: "I have long said that O'Neill's idea was too stupid. We should have killed all the Chinese a few weeks ago. If we have to go to such trouble, why are we kidnapping?"

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However, another bullet hit Huang Qingyun in the neck.

A bearded man limped out from among several people.

Blood spurted out and I couldn't even hold it back.

He walked up to the two people and whispered to them: "If anything happens, run away immediately!"

"Where is the sheriff of your town?" Huang Qingyun asked.

The blood marks on Marsh's neck became more obvious.

After that, he followed the lame man towards the tent in the middle of the camp.

Lao Qi was also hit by several bullets and fell to the ground, no longer moving.

Several people who were as slovenly as the cripple and looked like lumberjacks were sitting around the barrel.

"Please dismount, sir." The lame man turned his head and said to Huang Qingyun and others.

"Fifty thousand dollars!" He held his pipe in his mouth and gestured with a slap in the face, "If you give us this amount, we will let you come back!"

His appearance reminded Huang Qingyun of a sewer rat, dirty and obscene.

Lao Qi opened his eyes wide. In disbelief, he saw a blood flower blooming from the back of Huang Qingyun's heart.

He glanced at the man next to him who was still chewing bones.

"Keep them back!"

He Sanshui and several other young men subconsciously touched their guns.

But Huang Qingyun kicked him to the ground again.

The man looked gloomy when he saw Huang Qingyun and the others.

"You are not sincere, so there is no need to talk. Let's say goodbye!"

Only then did the pipe-smoking man's face show some satisfaction.

"This number is too excessive and I cannot agree to it," Huang Qingyun said simply.

We are probably less than ten steps away from Yingkou.

He raised his gun and pointed it at the others in the room.

He shouted at Xiao Liuzi and several others: "Let's go! Otherwise, they will die in vain!"

"Absurd! You beat our people, drove the Chinese out of here without any reason, and now you want $50,000 from us?"

"When those people return to San Francisco, I'm afraid they will incur revenge from the Chinese." The pipe-smoking man took a deep breath.

"This $50,000 is not for me. You Chinese have taken away the jobs of those lumberjacks. This is compensation for them."

"Follow what he said, put down your weapons and move away!"

Marsh still rolled his eyes and waved his hand downwards at his subordinates:

Facing the large group of people in front of him, he showed no fear, just like when he faced the Hunan Army several times his own size in Sanhe Town!

At the same time, he shouted to Xiao Liuzi and He Sanshui who were confronting the enemy behind him:

The pipe-smoking man frowned when he heard the name.

However, the few people at the entrance of the camp had already put down their weapons.

Huang Qingyun stood up.

When they saw Huang Qingyun and the others entering the camp, they all looked over with dark eyes.

"What do you do? What position do you hold in that, what, what guild?" the pipe-smoking man asked stammeringly.

"Boom!"

"Spread out! Spread out!" he shouted to the people around him.

This person is the notorious criminal in Hanif's information - "Hyena" Seth Marsh.

He had already noticed that the two men were trying to slay each other, so he struck preemptively.

The man gnawing bones next to him threw the bones on the table and stood up.

The other one held a dagger in one hand and was gnawing on the leg bone of an unknown animal in the other.

He put a knee on Marsh's back, picked up the dagger from the ground, and put it on Marsh's neck.

Several people rode horses along the main road in the middle of the town.

"Yes." He replied, sitting on the horse.

"I feel like people here don't welcome the Chinese back, so there should be no possibility of peace talks."

Before he could get the gun, Huang Qingyun suddenly raised his leg and kicked the table over.

"Come on! Two for two! It's your mother's fault, let's see who dies first!" Lao Qi's Adam's apple twitched and his expression was extremely fierce.

"A chamber of commerce as big as yours can't even get out $50,000, right?" The pipe-smoking man grinned, revealing a mouthful of black rotten teeth.

"You're here, do you still want to leave?" Marsh raised his head and looked at Huang Qingyun with eyes like a dead fish.

Lao Qi, who was closest to him, rushed forward to rescue him.

Huang Qingyun dragged Marsh slowly towards his horse.

Huang Qingyun replied.

"Then come with us." The man picked his nose and waved at them.

"Are you here to negotiate? What's your name?" The pipe-smoking man had a very arrogant attitude. He pointed to an empty chair next to the table and motioned for Huang Qingyun to sit down.

"My name is Huang Qingyun, and I'm here to negotiate." He replied in English.

Huang Qingyun's face turned cold.

After these Chinese people passed by, the man spat at their backs and cursed.

One of the two men was wearing a khaki vest and had a pipe hanging from his mouth.

The man was tearing apart the flesh on the bones without any distractions, and would pick at the bones with his dagger from time to time.

Huang Qingyun exerted a little force in his hands,

Huang Qingyun dragged him and Lao Qi out of the tent.

He had already seen that this man was the one who really had the final say here.

They were playing poker with a barrel as a table.

The pipe-smoking man who fell to the ground just now stood up and shouted:

"Don't even think about running away!"

"boom!"

Apart from them, I didn't see anyone else.

He came close to the man who was chewing bones until his mouth was greasy, and the two of them whispered.

Many militiamen with guns suddenly appeared in the woods outside the camp.

The pipe-smoking man's pipe had long since disappeared, and he walked to the corpses.

He was speechless and used his last strength to wave to the people behind him, telling them to leave quickly!

The militiamen and Marsh's subordinates did not dare to act rashly. They could only watch Huang Qingyun and Lao Qi slowly move towards the entrance of the camp.

Militiamen have surrounded us.

He Sanshui and others looked stunned: "Master Huang, why don't we go in with you?"

Huang Qingyun turned his head and found that the lame man had disappeared, leaving two or three people standing at the entrance of the tent.

Huang Qingyun and others followed them to a logging camp outside the town.

And Lao Qi on the side also moved very quickly.

His hand reached for the revolver on the table.

"Clang!"

After hearing the news, several young men mounted their horses while raising their guns.

"I have the final say." Huang Qingyun nodded, "I represent the Chinese who were expelled by you, so I came to negotiate."

If I hadn't seen the guns carried by several of them, they would have come up to look for trouble.

In just a moment, Huang Qingyun's body suddenly froze.

Huang Qingyun and the others turned to the front and found a table inside, with two people sitting on the edge of the table.

Huang Qingyun patted his shoulder and shook his head gently: "No need."

Marsh fell to the ground, blood pouring from the wound.

Everyone rushed out of the camp.

If those Chinese came to take revenge, that would be the best thing. Wouldn't the purpose of the Knights of Labor be achieved?

I'm afraid they don't have the guts!

"Then how are you going to explain the death of 'Hyena' to O'Neill?" The pipe-smoking man glanced at Marsh's body again.

The lame man said nothing.

He has some thoughts that are not suitable to be spoken out.

It's better to die, because there will be fewer people to share money with.