New Ming Empire mixed in America

"Where do we go next?"

"I don't know either. Let's leave here first."

The frightened Bunir and Baker rode wildly.

Although it was night, the two of them could no longer care about the dangers of drunk driving and night stands.

When the wind blew up, the two of them were almost over their drunkenness, so they reined in their horses and slowly stopped.

"I feel like we shouldn't have to run." Bunir shook his head, which was still a little dizzy. The wine called Flaming Red Lips was strong enough, but the side effects were really serious.

"I know it too, but now that I have escaped, do you still want to go back?" Baker rubbed his temples and said, "I'm sure that if I had drawn my gun just now, Suta would not be the only one who would be dead now!

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Bunir also nodded, he was thinking the same thing as Baker. Who knows when those damn Mexicans suddenly started to maintain order like this.

In fact, he knew the reason in his heart, but he didn't dare to think about it.

Because when Suta drew his gun, he also had the urge to kill Suta and collect the bounty.

"Those Orientals are devils. They must have performed witchcraft in the wine!" Baker was really frightened.

I have been a bounty hunter for so long, but when have I ever encountered something weird like this? It feels like the whole world is suddenly your enemy.

"Will our plan continue? If we continue, we will have to consider including those workers as enemies, I mean if they are really so righteous."

Niebuhr took a deep breath, and then asked Baker, wanting to hear about this old hunter who was famous for his calmness.

"Continue! I don't believe those workers will really defend the Orientals that much. After we succeed, they may start to cause chaos."

After resting for a while, Baker's calmness returned. Looking at the faint lights in the distance, his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

After traveling all over the country for so many years, this was the first time I almost died from random gunfire.

He used to sneak attacks on others. When did he suffer such a big loss?

"Let's go, find a place to rest first. Go directly to collect the bounty in two days, and then start executing our plan!"

His Majesty the Emperor of the New Ming Empire, who had no idea that he was being targeted, was sleeping soundly.

The next day, the workers received a special task, which was to collect as much sawdust as possible.

Looking at the notice posted in front of the workers' camp, Joyce walked quickly to the canteen with a sullen face.

After a while, the cafeteria staff saw two old men fighting each other.

After a while, Liu Erhe, who ran back after getting the news, also joined the battlefield.

Dare to hit his father? No one can do it except Long Live Lord!

Liu Erhe, who did not dare to make a fatal move, could only hold Joyce back and let his father vent his anger.

After getting tired, the panting Liu Youcai had the opportunity to ask because the translator had just come to work.

Considering the language barrier, Li Mingqi assigned a translator to all the important ministers of the empire to facilitate their work.

"Mom, ask this old immortal why he hit me first for no reason?"

Liu Youcai was really angry. He was just arranging the diet for the recent workers. He just crossed out the suggestion of eating meat every two days and changed it to one meal every five days.

He was punched by Joyce who rushed in. What's Liu Youcai's temper?

That was a person who could carry Banzai Ye on his back and run away from the rebel army...ahem, kill him, so the scene just happened.

Joyce was also panting. Although he had been scratched in the face by the old Qing man opposite him just now, he was proud that he only suffered minor injuries in a one-on-one situation.

"I, Fake, you black-hearted old bastard, are you collecting sawdust and adding it to the flour? You devil who deserves to go to hell, go to hell, capitalist!"

Of course, it is impossible for a translator to translate the original words, otherwise the two old men would have to continue. So Joyce's words became as follows:

"Joyce asked you, why are you starting to collect sawdust again? If the workers don't have enough to eat, work efficiency will be slowed down."

Look, the professionalism of this translator is comparable to that of domestic rice noodles. No matter what excessive words appear in the video, the subtitles are always peaceful.

After half a day of communication, Joyce realized that he had made a mistake. But as a veteran gangster, how could he lose face and apologize?

What's more, there are national conditions between the grains of rice, so it's unreasonable to argue three points.

So Joyce snorted and left.

This attitude made Liu Youcai very unhappy. If the old man hadn't kept it for some use, he would have gone to Long Live Lord to slander him... and file an imperial petition.

After the matter was over, Liu Erhe also left. He still had to choose a gentle mount for Long Live Lord. Later, Long Live Lord would practice riding and shooting.

At 10:20 in the morning, near the Xinming Empire camp.

Li Mingqi, who had never ridden a horse in his previous life, relied on his body's instinct to ride steadily on a horse that Liu Erhe had chosen.

Under the personal protection of more than a dozen imperial guards on horseback, the horses were urged to trot away into the distance.

There were more than fifty National Defense Force soldiers trotting behind him. These soldiers, who had not yet learned to ride a horse, could easily keep up with the speed of Long Live Lord.

Li Mingqi, who is wearing a camouflage uniform, enjoys the feeling of sitting on a horse. Not only because his field of vision is much wider, but also because he enjoys the speed of the horse.

While Li Mingqi was immersed in this feeling, the group of people walked non-stop for more than four hours.

Liu Erhe came to Li Mingqi on horseback and said with a mysterious face:

"Long live my lord, go around the woods ahead, that's where the soldiers found the herd of cattle."

Liu Erhe, who was born into a landlord's family, although he has not loved reading since he was a child and does not understand farming, he has practiced martial arts and can ride and shoot.

But no matter how ignorant people are about farming, they will be shocked when they see hundreds or thousands of bison running wild.

In the Pseudo-Qing Dynasty, farming cattle were the most important wealth of a farmer's family. As for the scene of so many cattle running together, it was unprecedented.

Sure enough, after bypassing a forest, I saw a dense mass of brown trees gathered by the river.

Today's bison are far from what they were in 1880 when there were only 400,000 left.

Before the Pacific Railroad was connected, the number of these prairie overlords was so large that farmers despaired.

At that time, some people even said that these bison were creatures that could never be killed.

When Li Mingqi and others saw this spectacular scene, everyone was deeply shocked.

"Long live Lord, let's go to the woods and watch from a distance. These guys are really scary when they run."

Liu Erhe tried hard to persuade His Majesty the Emperor, who looked excited and was about to mount his horse to hunt.

He almost burst into tears. Who would have thought that Long Live Lord would actually want to hunt these big guys.

After some swearing and threats of death, Li Mingqi finally gave up the urge to hunt.

Under the protection of a group of people, we headed towards the woods Liu Erhe was talking about.

In fact, it is more appropriate to call this huge area of ​​​​woods a forest. This is why they wasted so much time on their detour.

The soldiers of the National Defense Force had already entered the forest to investigate in advance, lest any ferocious beasts startle the Holy Driver.

They had been here several times during training, but this was the first time they entered the forest from this direction, so Liu Erhe was extra cautious.

Facts have proved that it is advisable to be cautious. Shortly after the Wehrmacht soldiers entered the forest, a burst of gunfire rang out one after another.