America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Malik didn't know what to say. He knew better than anyone whether the person in front of him was telling the truth.

But the villagers may not know that they chanted Malik's name:

"Malik, well done! With you here, we no longer have to be afraid of those gangs!"

"Malik, I really can't tell that you are a hidden sharpshooter!"

"Malik, I'm really honored to be your friend!"

…

Their praise of Malik did not stop them from looting the belongings of the gangsters who were killed.

Some grabbed the guns, some took the horses, some had extra bullet belts in their hands, and some were wearing cowboy hats.

These poor Mexicans even had their pants stripped off the corpse.

With smiles on their faces, the villagers crowded around Malik and took turns to give him a big hug. The farmer who had been stopped by the Mounted Police before quietly walked up to him and asked mysteriously:

"Brother, every time you went out into the mountains, did you go out to do heroic things with those cowboys?"

Malik suddenly became panicked. He waved his hands hurriedly, thinking that every time he went out, he only went to Pitkin's market to sell some sheep and exchange for daily necessities. How could this be one of the evidences that he was a hidden gang member?

"Yeah, what's the matter? He used to be my brother. Are you going to find those mounted policemen again? They left half of their bodies in the mountains. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Chen Jianqiu came over at some point and looked at the farmer with a smile.

The farmer was half frightened and turned around to run away.

But his shoulders were held by Chen Jianqiu, and he couldn't even take a step forward. He could only struggle in place.

"Don't worry, he has washed his hands in a golden basin now. He won't do anything to someone like you." Chen Jianqiu said lightly. As soon as his hand was loosened, the farmer fell out, and he fell to the ground.

Malik wanted to beat his chest. Even if he jumped into the Mississippi River, he wouldn't be able to escape.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and only his family and Chen Jianqiu were left in Malik's yard.

"Don't you invite me in?" Chen Jianqiu squinted at Malik.

Malik's wife is smart, and she knew what happened after her husband admitted to him that he was not the one who killed the Scarface gangsters.

She quickly opened the door to her home and invited Chen Jianqiu and the others to come in.

Malik sat down at the table with mixed emotions. He was now afraid and respectful of the man sitting opposite him.

"I have something to do with you." Chen Jianqiu got straight to the point, and Malik felt a chill in his heart.

Every time this person has trouble with him, or every time he has trouble with this person, someone will die.

"Don't worry, there's no danger." Chen Jianqiu said, seemingly sensing Malik's worry, but his words had no credibility with Malik.

"You can just take the guns and supplies dropped by the gangs. I can't take them away anyway. But you have to find a way to help me get rid of the horses from the Mounted Police team in the back mountain."

This decision was made when Chen Jianqiu was eating bear's paws.

When Asuka and Holmes went to collect spices, they found seven or eight horses tied to the trees at the edge of the forest. They took a closer look and saw that each horse had a standard saddle on its back.

These horses belonged to the mounted policemen who had been killed by them or killed by bears.

The owner died and Fultz fled in a hurry, so they were left here.

After Chen Jianqiu learned the news, his first thought was to get these horses back to Zhang Danian. The horses in the Mounted Police Team are all carefully selected quarter horses. They are second to none in terms of endurance and speed, and Lao Zhang

So now it's either a mule or a donkey, it's really a complete mess.

But the problem is, he doesn't know where Zhang Danian is now, and he doesn't have a reliable person to send these horses to Lao Zhang.

He is not worried about the safety of Zhang Danian and the Chinese in Chinatown. The Denver authorities have temporarily put all the blame on him. Zhang Danian and the others can just find a remote place to buy a piece of land and stay there for the time being.

With Browning's weapons, ordinary gangsters can't do anything against them. If they can add these horses of their own, they will feel more at ease.

Alas, what a pity.

So now we can only keep one horse to replace Holmes's mount, and the others will be disposed of.

Malik thought for a while: "The nearest market was probably at the beginning of September, and now it is the end of August, and there is still a week left."

"It's okay, we can wait for a week." Chen Jianqiu crossed his legs and sat on a chair. He happened to be stocking up on some supplies to keep out the cold, such as clothes. "What, you're not welcome?"

Malik hurriedly shook his head and said to his ancestors, you'd better not leave. If the Mounted Police came back to settle the score with him, he wouldn't be strong enough for them to tear him apart.

He has now been "officially certified" by a group offering a reward worth thousands of dollars.

God, what has happened?

…

A week later, a team appeared at the entrance of Oak Village. There were members of all skin colors in the team. Chen Jianqiu was riding a black radish at the front, with his cowboy hat hanging on the horse, admiring the beautiful scenery of the Rocky Mountains.

Corn hovered in the sky not far from the team, watching its surroundings vigilantly.

Sean and Holmes were quarreling, discussing American customs and customs.

The black man tried to bring the knowledgeable geologist to the same level of quality and knowledge as himself, and defeated him with his rich experience, but Holmes, who was prematurely aging, showed an excellent level of rhetoric and said his own,

Two people talk like chickens and ducks, and they meet their opponents in chess.

Malik was behind them, but his mind was on the flock of sheep behind him.

The sheep and horses were in the middle of the team. On the backs of the horses were some semi-finished products and boots. These boots turned out to be those of the mounted police. Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment and took them with him.

Others can be buried with the deceased, and these boots are quite valuable.

The birds rode horses around the back of the flock, and from time to time drove the stragglers back to the flock.

As the most professional cowboy in this group, the drunkard at the end of the line did not do the same thing as Asuka. He was holding a bottle of unknown mixed liquor in his hand and was pouring it into his mouth.

Adam finished drinking Erguotou. Malik searched all over the village to get this bottle of wine for him.

Not long after, he fell into that half-drunk and half-awake state again.

…

The market was in an open space outside a small town not far from Pitkin.

This was the first time Chen Jianqiu saw a market in a small town in the western United States. It was very lively.

The tents and caravans set up in the open space automatically divided the market into areas, selling everything from daily oats, wheat, fruits, salt, to daily necessities such as pipes and frying pans, to a dazzling array of

Clothes and hats.

There are not only things to eat and use here, but also things to play.

There were magic performers, target shooters with prizes, and a gypsy woman wearing bright clothes who told divination for passers-by.

Chen Jianqiu watched with great interest. When he got close to the market, he found that no one was here to maintain order, and no one in the market was interested in them.

They drove their horses and sheep to the place where livestock was traded.

A bearded man in blue clothes wearing a cowboy hat saw Malik and shouted cheerfully:

"Malik! Long time no see."