America 1881: They Call Me Legend

When Riley on the hillside looked towards the entrance of the town, there was another person looking in that direction.

Chen Jianqiu stood at the end of the bridge with his hands behind his back.

In his field of vision, the situation on the other side was clear.

He found that Holly had also emerged from the crowd and was looking in his direction.

Holly's mouth moved, and then he returned to the crowd.

If it were an ordinary person, from this distance, it would be impossible to see what Holly was saying.

But he is Chen Jianqiu.

"Tomorrow morning?" he said to himself.

On the river bank, Chen Jianqiu whistled.

After a while, Black Carrot emerged from the woods, followed by a little gray mare.

If you can make good use of the advantages of this terrain and survive until Asuka and others come, you should be fine.

And on the other side of the river.

"Are you stupid? Or bad? Talk to those white miners? Talk about what? Kneel on the ground and beg them not to kill you?"

"Can't you stand up and earn respect with your actions? A rabbit bites when it's angry. Are you worse than a rabbit?"

A man dressed as a cowboy leaned against the eaves, his shadow reflected on the wall by the light of the bonfire, swaying with the sway of the flames.

Liao Dabai was stunned by this sound.

"What a waste."

"Everyone who comes to this place in the west is here to fight for their lives, and they all respect the strong, but you are the only one who keeps retreating! One step back, one step back! Like a bereaved dog, you will be in panic all day long."

After hearing what Mr. Xinjie said, Liao Dabai seemed to just want to run away. He was afraid that the other Chinese workers would follow suit after hearing this, so he jumped up immediately.

Liao Dabai still had some illusions in his heart.

The two golden revolvers on his waist were shining brightly.

Even if they make Molotov cocktails for bows and arrows overnight, the quantity is extremely limited, and their firepower and range are far behind those of white miners.

Chen Jianqiu cursed softly, walked to it, and took off the gun and bullets from his body.

The wide brim of his hat made it difficult for everyone to see his face clearly, and the only one who knew his identity, the new Jiebo, remained silent.

Chen Jianqiu took off his hat.

"You're overthinking. Even if the police come, what's the use? If you want to arrest us, they'll arrest us!"

"I don't agree! What will we do if we leave? What will we eat? It's hard to find a job!"

He stuffed a note into his saddlebag and led Black Carrot to the road leading to Carbon County.

"Oh? Do they have three heads or six arms? Why don't I think it's difficult to deal with them?"

However, he still has a way.

So, Chen Jianqiu called Xiao Xiao to his side again and winked at him:

"Go and find Huey (Asuka's mount)."

According to the previous reward list, Chen Jianqiu has killed at least a dozen white people.

Those among the miners who had known Chen Jianqiu before had already exclaimed his name.

"Where are you going to escape? Head into the wild west? How many lives do you have to survive in those harsh conditions?"

Every word Chen Jianqiu said hit the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.

Therefore, we mainly rely on our own side for firepower.

Chen Jianqiu missed Maxim very much.

A younger miner couldn't bear to listen and stood up:

"Uncle Youqing, please stop making sarcastic remarks. I think they are just the same as before, they are just scaring us."

"How to deal with it? How to deal with it? The leaflets have been distributed all over the streets. You can't understand what is written on them, but I can understand them!"

The atmosphere in Shiquan Town today is particularly strange.

Dusk has fallen.

"Let me tell you, let's get out of here first to avoid the limelight. This time may be different from before."

Old man Xinjie, who had met Chen Jianqiu before, was holding a cigarette pot in his hand and leaning against the door frame, smoking a cigarette:

Lei Youqing snorted.

There is a Beit River between the Chinese area and the white area, and there is a wooden bridge on the river connecting the two areas.

In addition, as Liao Dabai said, the Chinese workers did not have guns in their hands.

But it should be enough to deal with the Chinese workers on the opposite side.

"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before? What are you laughing at?" Liao Dabai was in a bad mood and asked angrily.

On this side of the Chinese residential area, Chinese workers also gathered in a rare gathering.

There is only one road from Shiquan Town to Kaben County.

"But you can't beat them that way. Those white people have always used guns." Another miner whispered.

"You actually still have illusions about the company. Do you think you can gain their respect by choosing not to strike?"

"If they really come, we will hide in the mine, and when they leave, we will do whatever we want, don't you think so, New Jerbo?"

"Uncle Qing, I think they will send the police here. After all, this is their asset."

"If it doesn't work, I'll go talk to those foreigners and persuade them to stop making trouble."

Everyone gathered around the campfire and discussed what happened today.

Chen Jianqiu was not in a hurry to tell the Chinese workers about the arrival of dozens of people from Long Xiang's group.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and walked towards the Chinese residential area.

Black Radish neighed and flew away.

As the leader of the "KKK" party, Hayden prepared a lot of guns for them, mainly shotguns, and some old-fashioned rifles.

As long as they are given a way out, some of these people will just think about how to escape...

Liao Dabai told everyone the results of his communication with the mine manager during the day.

Everyone looked in the direction where the laughter came from.

They gathered at Liao Dabai's door and lit a fire in the open space at the door.

"hehe."

Suddenly, a laugh came from the shadows.

Liao Dabai finally couldn't bear it anymore. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Chen Jianqiu's shout:

"Shut up!"

"Is there an axe? Is there kerosene? Is there a glass bottle? Is there any wood?"

He had experienced what happened in Los Angeles eight years ago and knew that these people on the other side of the river could do anything.

"Hey, help me get some explosives."

In the white people's residential area, the doors of each house are closed. Occasionally, through a few windows, you can see the burning kerosene lamps on the tables inside.

"Everyone, please listen to my command and join me to defend against foreign enemies tomorrow morning!"

He walked up to the young miner who suggested hiding in the mine, and poked his shoulder with his index finger:

"You, ostrich."

When Chen Jianqiu passed by Xin Jiebo, he didn't say anything. There was just a sigh from under his cowboy hat.

At this time, they were checking ammunition, making torches and various kindling materials.

Tomorrow morning will be when the Chinese residential area in Shiquan Town will be reduced to ashes.

Because Chen Jianqiu knows these people.

"None of this can save you. Across the river at this moment, those white people are preparing weapons. They will come to your door tomorrow morning and steal your things! Burn your house!"

"I asked Manager Riley and he said the company will handle the matter."

"Even if you want to talk, if you don't beat them up, how can you talk to them?"

The cowboy stepped out of the shadows.

Everyone, including Liao Dabai, was scolded so much that they couldn't say a word.

An older miner squatted on the ground and said angrily.

In the hearts of many Chinese workers, it was Chen Jianqiu who made them realize that the Chinese were also capable of killing those damn white guys.

"But, we don't have weapons in our hands." Liao Dabai muttered.

Chen Jianqiu raised his hand and slapped Black Carrot on the butt:

The black man shook his head: "Where can you find explosives here?"

"You can't find it? Or are you unwilling?" Chen Jianqiu tilted his head and looked at Sean, "This is a coal mine. Is it difficult to get a roll of explosives?"

The black man reluctantly accepted the task.

Stealing explosives has never been out of his comfort zone.

Anyway, the night is black, coal is black, and his skin color is also black.