America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"Hey, are you also from a nearby village?"

"Well, did you come here because someone told you to fire a gun?"

"By the way, why do your clothes look better than mine?"

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The man followed Chen Jianqiu along the way, chattering and asking questions.

Chen Jianqiu didn't answer at all, and his pace did not slow down. As he walked, he collected the information in the man's words.

Seeing that Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, the man felt bored and started talking to himself. The two of them walked together, which made him feel bolder.

"Hey, we're almost there." The man suddenly pointed forward.

Chen Jianqiu looked in the direction the man was pointing. At the end of the path, there were faint lights, like countless fireflies, dotting the dark night.

When they got closer, Chen Jianqiu could see clearly that those lights were torches. Under the light of the torches, a wooden cross stood at the end of the path.

The two walked out of the path and saw a large open space in the forest. There were many people wearing white robes like them, scattered in small groups in the open space. Some of them were holding torches and some were chatting.

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It seemed that even though they were wearing white hoods, some of them still knew each other.

Chen Jianqiu also discovered that there was a group of people surrounding the perimeter of the venue, patrolling back and forth. Although their costumes were almost the same as those of the people in the venue, it was obvious that these people were very particular about their positions.

It is possible that these people are the real backbone of the Ku Klux Klan.

"Hey, what are you looking at! Let's go in quickly, it seems the ceremony is about to begin." The person accompanying him patted Chen Jianqiu's shoulder.

Just as Chen Jianqiu was about to walk into the open space, a person who looked like a disciplinary officer stopped him, followed by two people holding torches.

"Please turn in your weapons. After the ceremony is over, we will distribute the weapons uniformly." The same sound of urn and urn came from under the white cloth.

Chen Jianqiu took out the revolver from his waist and handed it to the man's hand.

He originally thought that he would at least be searched or something, but the disciplinary officer stepped aside and signaled that they could enter.

Because, the legendary ceremony is about to begin.

There is no imaginary platform, no flags or anything like that.

Everyone spontaneously formed a circle, with a pile of firewood in the middle. The people at the front threw their torches into the pile of firewood.

The pile of firewood quickly burned and turned into a large bonfire. The flames soared into the sky, and Chen Jianqiu could feel the heat from the inner circle even through one layer.

What is this for? A bonfire party? A group of people in white robes are singing and dancing. The scene is as weird as you think, and today is not Halloween.

Suddenly, a trumpet sound came from behind Chen Jianqiu, followed by the rapid beat of a military drum, and a flute sounded along with the drum beat.

Then, the sound of the guitar came over, and a male voice began to lead the singing, followed by several jagged voices:

"The Union's footsteps are thundering, the Union flag is flying south, take up arms, take up arms and defend Dixie."

"Use your tenacious resistance to stop Yang Ji and give Yang Ji the deepest curse! Take up arms, take up arms! Defend Dixie!"

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The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became Dixie.

It's been almost twenty years, these people are not trying to summon souls in the South again, and besides, this isn't Virginia."

The crowd behind him parted, and a man in a white robe walked in surrounded by a group of people. However, his robe was of a different style from the others, with a few stars embroidered on the corners.

The band and singers followed him with solemn steps. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't find the coffin, Chen Jianqiu would have thought that this group of people was attending a funeral.

The leader came to the center of the circle, raised his hand, and the band behind him stopped.

He began to speak:

"My dear friends, brothers and sisters! Today, we are gathered here because our souls are of the same color."

His voice is a bit old, but very rich.

"Twenty years ago, my comrades and I fought for freedom, but failed. Those Yang veterans claimed to have 'liberated' those black veterans. Now it seems that they are so hypocritical!"

The man in white robe was pacing back and forth beside the bonfire, and the flames were so high that Chen Jianqiu was a little worried that his robe would be set on fire.

"Open your eyes and see what our country has become! Black people actually walk on the same road as us? Jewish and Chinese shops have opened on the most conspicuous streets... These aliens have invaded our land,

They robbed us of our wealth! But our government actually sat back and did nothing and gave them the same rights as us!"

The man in white robe put his hands in front of him and began to "play the accordion" with gestures.

He spoke so passionately that if it weren't for the white hood, you would have seen him spitting like stars.

"We should pick up the gun and take back the wealth that belongs to us, and all this should start tonight."

The person behind him handed over a rifle. The man in white robe raised the rifle high and fired a shot into the air.

The people around him also waved their arms and shouted in excitement.

Chen Jianqiu guessed that behind these masks, in addition to the young people he saw yesterday, there should also be some farmers from nearby villages, such as the ones who came to fight with them in the tavern last time.

This posture is going to make a GM fuss, it’s really lively.

However, with just a few crooked melons and cracked dates, this town can barely be captured. It is hard to say whether it can be pushed ten kilometers further north.

If he hadn't killed the state troopers, Fultz would have dragged them to the Colorado River to fill the hole the next day after receiving the news.

It is estimated that it is most likely to be purchased in the name of "zero yuan".

The man in white robe waved his hand behind, and a group of people pushed the cross at the door. Only then did Chen Jianqiu realize that the cross was tied with straw.

The man in white robe pointed his gun at the sky:

"Let the fire cleanse this polluted country!"

"Burn! Burn" the surrounding Klansmen shouted.

The man in white robe took the torch handed to him from behind and lit the cross.

The cross was burning brightly, and the atmosphere at the scene became even more "heated". The white hoods on the heads of many people in the front row were stained with sweat.

"Wait a while, I will distribute weapons to you, and each of you can fight for yourself with us."

The words of the man in white robe once again ignited the emotions of the people around him, and the crowd burst into cheers. They seemed to have seen the money in the box in the Jewish home.

But the voice of the man in white robe suddenly stopped. He raised his hand and pressed it down to signal everyone to be quiet.

After the scene calmed down, the man in white robe said again:

"But before I leave, I have to take care of something first."

He looked around at the crowd and said in a harsh voice:

"According to my information, there is a traitor among us!"