New Ming Empire mixed in America

"Jerry, we have been in Los Angeles for half a month. The aluminum ore has not been dug yet and now we are almost out of food."

Biting the beef in his mouth, Peter looked frustrated.

Except for those bison, there are only trees left in this damn Los Angeles. How can there be any trace of aluminum mines?

"We don't have food but the Orientals do. How about we go to the Orientals' farm tomorrow to borrow some?"

Jerry put the beef he had taken a bite back onto the fire to roast. The blood streaks on it showed the shoddy way he grilled it.

When he heard that he was going to borrow grain from the Oriental's farm, Peter's eyes lit up and he quickly said: "I didn't expect you knew the Oriental. If I had told you earlier, we wouldn't have to eat these raw meats that are never cooked every day!"

"The reason why it's not cooked properly is because you cut it into too big a piece. You can only bake it if you cut it into thin slices like I did."

Before Jerry could answer, an old cowboy next to him changed the subject and said with a smile:

"I heard that the gentlemen in Washington like to eat well-cooked beef. Have we already lived a rich life in advance?"

After he finished speaking, the old cowboy burst out laughing.

"They eat well-cooked beef because they are rich. How many capitalists don't eat meat and drink blood?"

Peter shrugged and told a very cold joke, then he looked up and stared at the old cowboy and said:

"Is there any secret you haven't told me? You know, we are companions. We should help each other in this rough place, and now you are hiding something from me?"

The old cowboy put away his smile and looked at Peter seriously:

"Yesterday Carlson and the others went to the Easterners and didn't come back. Now do you want to continue listening to Jerry's nonsense?"

After hearing this, Peter looked at Jerry in confusion. He was not a fool. After the old cowboy said that, he realized that what Jerry said about borrowing food was not a good thing.

"They are just unlucky. Besides, I have figured out the defensive position of the Eastern army. As long as we are careful enough, we will definitely get a lot of valuable things."

Jerry threw away the rifle knife with beef skewered in his hand and continued excitedly:

"We believed you and came to Los Angeles to pan for aluminum, but where is the aluminum in the river here? Even the pebbles in the river have been used by those Orientals to pave their yards!"

Having said this, he shouted to the miners around him who were having lunch:

"If this continues, we will be penniless and we will have no choice but to stay here and wait for death. Do you think we have to wait for death?"

Although his words were somewhat unreasonable, many miners still dropped their beef and stood up.

Soon, more and more miners gathered, and then the miners, led by Jerry, headed towards a nearby camp.

"Aren't we going with them? What if they get rich from the Orientals?"

Peter didn't follow in time because the old cowboy grabbed his arm, and now he was a little anxious.

"Don't follow those idiots. If the Orientals were so easy to deal with, there wouldn't be so many miners dying on the side of the river."

"We are here to make a fortune, not to die. Let's go, I will take you to see the good things!"

After saying that the old cowboy stopped eating lunch, he took Peter and walked towards a deep natural pit in the woods.

The lower part of the pit clearly showed signs of being excavated. Peter looked carefully and found that there was a layer of black stuff surging at the bottom of the pit.

"See? This is the oil that the Orientals need. All we have to do now is find something to pack the oil in, and then sell it to those Orientals."

"I can't do this job alone, so I need a helper!"

The reason why the old cowboy didn't leave Los Angeles was because of this oil pit. Not only him, but everyone with some brains around here has discovered that there is oil in Los Angeles.

Otherwise, after half a month, why are the senior miners still persisting? Only those young people would be impulsive and ready to rob those Easterners.

The old cowboy wanted to tell Peter about the specific division of labor when he heard a series of gunshots coming from the direction of the camp.

After realizing something was wrong, the old cowboy took Peter and the two to the edge of the woods to observe outside.

"It's the Eastern army, they are driving away the miners!" Peter exclaimed, because he saw those Eastern soldiers in colorful clothes were demolishing their camp.

And those miners who dared to resist have turned into corpses lying aside.

"What qualifications do these Easterners have to do this? This is the land God gave to us white people, and we have the right to set up camps anywhere!"

Peter was a little excited because his tent had just been completely burned down by the Orientals.

"Ever since the Mayflower docked, this has been our white people's land. These Easterners have occupied California, and now they even want to deprive us of our right to camp and mine?"

Peter grabbed his rifle and pointed it at the Easterners who were demolishing the camp. He held his breath and began to take aim.

"Don't shoot!" But the old cowboy's words were too late, and Peter finally pulled the trigger.

Because the distance was too far, Peter's shot did not hit the oriental man he was aiming at, but instead hit the opponent's horse.

"Don't be afraid, our support is coming. You see, it's Jerry and the others who are rushing over to save our camp!"

Peter saw Jerry and his entourage riding towards the camp from a distance, and shouted in surprise.

But his joy did not last long, as he saw several strange oriental carriages being driven onto the path that Jerry and others must pass through.

Then the tubes on the carriage began to rotate rapidly.

The sound of "da da da" resounded through the wilderness, and Jerry's men were shot into a sieve without even touching the edge of the camp.

More than a hundred people were killed one by one without even a splash in front of the three rotating machine guns, before they even got close to the firing range of their cavalry rifles.

"We...what should we do now?" After seeing the terrible weapons of the Easterners killing Jerry and others, they actually aimed at their hiding place.

Peter swallowed and wanted to ask the old cowboy for advice.

But there was no response to his words. He turned around and saw that there was no one else where the old cowboy was hiding just now.

"Fuck!" Peter only had time to curse before he was shot through the chest by several bullets.

A rookie is a rookie, he doesn't even know how to choose a hiding place and choose a bigger tree.

Crouching in the grass and blocking bullets is considered a ghost, not to mention that the white smoke from the shot above his head has not dissipated yet.

The machine gunner doesn't need to look for it, he just shoots directly at the bottom of the white smoke.

It didn't stop until a 100-round short-belt rotating machine gun was used up.

"You son of a bitch, don't bullets cost money?" The company commander kicked the man who was controlling the machine gun on the butt.

Eagle... No, he has his own new name now. After joining the National Defense Force, he took the surname Sun from Sun Laifu. His current name is Sun Changying.

"I... feel good!" Sun Changying showed his big white teeth at the company commander.

"Damn it, it's great for you, but I won't be happy if I ask for bullets from those guys in the logistics department."

"One hundred bullets just to hit one guy, you're really good at it!"

If the military judge hadn't been counting battle merits nearby, he would have wanted to go up and give this Yin man named Sun Changying another kick.

Ever since this guy was assigned to their company, he hasn't had a peaceful day.

Every day I had to teach this guy how to speak human language. After several months of communicating with each other through gestures and guessing, Sun Changying was finally able to communicate simply.

But other things still gave the company commander a headache. It was a trivial matter to eat too much, but when it came to the grenade project, it made him very upset.

Who has ever seen someone kneel down before throwing a grenade?

If kneeling down is effective, we can't finish last in the grenade category every time.

There is also bayonet training. When someone uses a bayonet, he has to remove the bayonet from the rifle and hold it in his hand.

Sometimes he could also be used as a throwing knife. He lost four bayonets in one month and his military pay was completely deducted.

If it weren't for the carefully hidden bayonet found in the box under his bed, the company commander would have suspected that this guy came to purchase goods for the Wehrmacht.

Of course, in addition to bayonets, there were also some scattered items in the box, such as a grenade engraved with a Tai Chi pattern.

This grenade almost made the company commander wet his pants.

You must know that they have bunk beds, and the company commander still sleeps in the lower bunk. If this is a intact grenade, it must be finished.

Finally, after some explanation, I found out that this was a training grenade model that was returned from the logistics department.