Wild North America 1846

1846

west coast of north america

Early spring in March, San Francisco Bay

A bay-red horse stands on a high promontory, and sitting on it is a heroic young man dressed in cowboy clothes. He wears a gray and black cowboy felt hat on his head, a bullet belt around his waist, a repeater pistol astride his body, and jeans on his lower body.

He was wearing high leather galoshes and spurred horses. One hand was holding the horse's reins, and the other hand was casually resting on the repeater's belt. He looked majestic in the sea breeze.

He slowly raised his head and saw a young Asian face under the brim of a cowboy hat, about 17 years old, with a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes staring at the blue Pacific Ocean in the distance, with a hint of expectation in his expression.

At this moment, his eyes crossed the vast Pacific Ocean and looked in the direction of his hometown, China, which he had been dreaming about. His thoughts were tumbling for a long time and he could not calm down.

"Master Richard, it's time for us to leave." Behind the heroic young man were four Chinese gunmen on horseback, all waiting at the foot of the grass slope.

The leader, a tall and bearded man named Dai Changfu, who looked to be in his early thirties, was the head of these gunmen. It was he who spoke.

Richard took a deep look at the blue sea again, and saw a white sail where the sea and the sky met, but it was too far away and could not be seen clearly in the bright sunlight. It was only as big as a leaf.

"Come on, let's go meet that bastard Fergus for a while."

talking

Richard pushed the horse's head hard, knocked the horse's belly lightly with his legs, and skillfully drove the strong horse to a trot, going down the hillside covered with green weeds.

Richard rode straight ahead, with the chaotic sound of horse hooves behind him, making a dull sound as they trampled on the hillside full of wild flowers, and four Chinese horse-riding gunners followed closely.

In the mid-19th century, San Francisco had a population of less than 30,000, mainly Mexicans and Indians. It was the largest city on the west coast of North America and had more than 2,600 Chinese railroad workers. At this time, there was no Golden Gate Bridge and no one called it

"San Francisco".

A group of 5 people rode fast horses. After more than 20 minutes, they saw the outline of the city. This is a city with a mixture of wooden houses and European-style stone buildings. The dusty streets are covered with horse dung and cow dung, and there is a thick

The smell of urine.

The sudden sound of horse hooves spread far away, and the sound was quite loud, attracting the attention of many people in the town.

Mounted policeman Isambard Brunel, who was standing next to the carriage and joking with the peasant woman selling milk, heard the sound of horse hooves and turned around with a frown.

Seeing a group of 5 people rushing towards the street where he was standing, Isambard Brunel cursed in an unhappy manner; "Damn bastard, you want to enjoy a pleasant afternoon tea time, why are you so

Disaster?"

"Mr. Mounted Police, first of all you need a pound of black tea and delicious white sugar." The white peasant woman selling milk was also very aggressive and immediately insulted her.

"I know, honey, you have the best milk here, but before tasting afternoon tea, I have to calm down these rash guys."

Isambard Brunel moved his steps with an unhappy expression, walked to the middle of the street, and stood there with his legs spread apart.

Then, he stretched out his fingers to pull his cowboy hat down a little to prevent the dazzling sunlight from dazzling his eyes, and then quietly waited for the rider to arrive.

A group of five riders rushed to the street before slowing down. When they stopped, they were only seven or eight meters away from Brunel.

A large plume of smoke and dust brought by the horses suddenly rushed up, shrouding the poor mounted policeman, and he immediately became disgraced.

The vigorously exercising horse suddenly stopped and took a few steps forward as it was accustomed to. The horse's nose exhaled thick bursts of hot air, with the smell of fermented grass hitting its face, and a little bit of foamy stars.

This forced Brunel to take a few steps back and lost the power of a man in charge.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the saliva on his face and spit out the fragrance to the visitor;

"For the sake of God, you damn pagans are going to hell. Richard, why can't you and these Chinese bastards be quiet? My tolerance is limited, don't try to challenge my authority."

"You should be lucky to be in a good position, idiot! Otherwise I would have picked up a Mounted Police badge for nothing. Tell me, does it look better on me than on you?"

"Fake, Chinese boy, don't even think about showing off in front of me. By the way, where is your braid? Did you leave it on some woman's bed?" Brunel spat on the ground provocatively to strengthen his momentum.

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Richard sat on the horse with an unchanging expression, looked at him condescendingly and said, "Get out of here, you Old Tom's dog, go mess with the peasant woman, don't mess with me."

"Don't cause trouble, Richard. Don't run wild in this area, and don't kill people. I will keep an eye on you, I swear!"

"snort!"

Richard snorted and ignored him. He tapped the horse's belly with his feet and drove the strong horse to a trot. He passed by Mounted Policeman Isambard Brunel, looking arrogant and not taking him seriously at all.

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In the Wild West, no one can stand without ruthlessness.

In this era, San Francisco and even the entire Upper California should belong to the territory of the Kingdom of Mexico, but it was also a no-nonsense area with tough folk customs and extremely chaotic public security.

The Mexican government is so corrupt that it has had more than 40 presidents in the 27 years since its independence, and was briefly ruled by a king from France.

After the military coup, the Mexicans killed the unlucky king again.

In Mexico now, military coups are as easy as eating and drinking. They happen every few months, and then a new batch of government officials are replaced. No matter who comes to power, they are trying their best to steal the people's wealth. No one is taking care of things seriously.

Most of Mexico's prosperous and prosperous towns are concentrated in Baja California, which has a dense population, a long history of development, and numerous towns. It is the core area of ​​Mexican rule.

On the other hand, the population of Alta California is sparse, and there is often no human habitation for dozens or hundreds of kilometers. It is a marginal area where rabbits do not poop, so no one bothers to care about it.

At that time, the western development policy promoted by the United States prompted a large number of white immigrants to cross the Sierra Nevada Mountains and arrive at San Francisco on the Pacific coast all the way, looking for opportunities to make a fortune.

Since gold was first discovered here in 1841, residents around São Francisco have kept this secret, fearing that other people would share the wealth.

Gold panning by all the people has become the main business of the entire city of San Francisco.

However, the shocking news of the discovery of gold mines still leaked out inadvertently, causing more and more white and Chinese gold prospectors to flock here.

Those who can reach here and survive tenaciously are considered qualified to share in the gold rush feast.

Of course, whether you can survive after actually finding a gold nugget is another question.

Old Barr Tavern in town

The waist-high half wooden door was violently kicked open. Such a loud movement attracted the attention of the rude gold diggers and gunmen in the tavern. Some people subconsciously reached for the repeater gun at their waist.

Dai Changfu, a tall and muscular man with a full beard, walked in first. Behind him, three Chinese gunmen filed in, making the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly tense.

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The sunlight coming through the door of the tavern was blocked by a tall figure. Richard walked in slowly wearing pointed cowboy boots and glanced at everyone with a cold look.

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He said: "Good afternoon, gentlemen, I would like to talk to Mr. Fergus. If any kind gentleman would like to tell me where he is, I would be very grateful."

"Richard, don't make trouble in my store, please..."

The speaker was Old Barr, a shrewd Jew, standing behind the heavy wooden bar.

As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily glanced upward to the left.

Richard raised his head and saw two strong white men with fierce looks standing on the second floor. They were looking at the people who had broken in through the railing with a fierce look in their eyes.

Although they pretended not to care, the two white men lowered their hands and placed them next to the repeaters on their waists.

If anything goes wrong, you can immediately draw your gun and fight back.

"Man, I am Richard, the protector of the Chinese gold diggers in San Francisco. It is said that two of my clients are in your hands. If the information I got is correct, Fergus is a kind and generous gentleman.

I guess it won't embarrass me too much." Richard put on a talkative attitude and raised his voice to greet the white people upstairs.

Maybe I heard the noise outside. At this time

Two adjacent doors on the second floor, one on the left and one on the right, suddenly opened, and five strong men poured out from inside, all of them fierce gunmen with short guns on their waists.

Their dirty clothes seemed to have not been washed for months, they wore cowboy hats, bullet belts around their waists, and their messy beards and hair were connected together, making them look menacing.

some of

A tall and thin man with a pockmarked face walked down the stairs first. This man's face was pale and his hooked nose made his whole face look gloomy and cruel. He said with a cold smile on his face;

"Wow... wow... wow, I seem to have gotten into trouble with a big shot. In my impression, the yellow-skinned monkey with pigtails is always docile and works hard, but I have never heard of anyone playing with a gun.

Okay, I, Fergus, am at the Eastern Mine..."

He relied on the strength of the crowd and wanted to overwhelm Richard in terms of momentum. He spoke unhurriedly and walked down the wooden stairs step by step, which suddenly made the atmosphere in the tavern tense.

Drawing a gun against someone who disagrees is a reserved item in Western taverns.

Fergus's hard cowboy boots stepped on the wooden board, making a frightening "squeak" sound, as if it was a knock on the heart.

At this time, there were several white gunmen in the tavern who were ready to make a move. Their eyes darted back and forth between the two parties, appearing to have malicious intentions.

In the Wild West, cowboys used to speak with guns.

"Mr. Fergus, someone asked me to bring you a message..." At this point, Richard's face suddenly darkened, and he fired the gun with his right hand like lightning, and at the same time finished the second half of the sentence: "Go to hell!

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"Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap..." The crisp sound of gunfire sounded like exploding beans.

Fergus was so frightened that his scalp was numb. He let out a strange scream and was about to dodge and draw the gun, but the hot bullet had already hit his chest.

The huge resistance of the bullet knocked him down, and he slammed into the wooden board next to him. His legs went weak and he fell down the wooden stairs.

When I went downstairs before

Relying on the strength of the crowd, Fergus, who has always been arrogant, deliberately pretended to be arrogant and walked down the narrow wooden stairs step by step. On the narrow wooden stairs, his men could only follow behind, like a bunch of grasshoppers.

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The two were more than ten meters apart, so it was difficult to miss.

This is the most advantageous opportunity to attack the enemy. If you don't seize it, God will not forgive you. The bad guy will die from talking too much. This formula has taken effect.

While Richard fired with his right hand, he quickly flapped the hammer with his left hand. In less than two seconds, he discharged all the bullets, hitting 6 gangsters one after another.

Two white gangsters screamed and fell down from the wooden ladder. They fell to the ground as heavy as rag bags, vomiting blood and froth at the mouth, convulsing and dying.

After the remaining four white gangsters were shot, their bodies collapsed weakly, rolled down the stairs one after another like a gourd, and crashed into a ball.

Richard launched the attack so quickly that he did not even tell his companions. After his rifle was empty of bullets, Dai Changfu and four other Chinese gunmen reacted and immediately reached for their guns.

A white gangster who was still standing on the second floor looked panic-stricken. He had already taken out his revolver, but he was horrified to see Richard take out another revolver from his arms, and the black muzzle was facing him.

He shot himself, the speed was so fast, and then the muzzle flashed.

After a crisp gunshot of "Pa..."

A bloody hole suddenly appeared on the head of this white gangster, and lines of flying blood were printed on the wooden board behind him. He fell slumped from the second floor and hit the wooden wine table.

There was a loud "crack" sound, which frightened several white gunmen next to the wine table downstairs and stood up quickly. When they saw Richard's gun coming over, they hurriedly screamed again.

These people raised their hands immediately, indicating that they had no ill intentions and did not want to be enemies with Richard.

At this time, the gunshots of Dai Changfu and others rang out, combing through the white gangsters who had fallen into the pile with hot bullets, causing their howling and struggling to completely stop, and they fell into complete silence.

At this time, they opened their guns and looked at the people in the tavern with vigilant eyes, reloading bullets one by one.

Richard took out the revolver from his left armpit, fired one bullet from front to back, accurately killed a white gangster, and then inserted it into the cowhide gun bag next to his right leg.

The empty repeating pistol, still emitting residual warmth, was inserted into the empty holster under the left armpit.

The reason for doing this is to guard against potential enemies. It is necessary to keep bullets in the gun instead of wasting them on dying people. It is enough for Dai Changfu and others to replenish their guns.

In just 3 to 5 seconds, everything has settled.

A large ball of black blood soaked the ground, forming a basin-sized blood pool in the depression, exuding a pungent smell of blood. Only then did many guests in the tavern come back to their senses and let out bursts of low moans.

sound.

"Oh Maiga...God!"

They looked at Richard and the others again, full of fear.

Although this is a bit cruel, I have to say that after fully demonstrating the strength, the effect is very good.