Wild North America 1846

Later in the night, the Madison gang had received the news of the arrival of the Tang Hui brigade, and they became restless.

In the Hewan Village stronghold

A dozen unruly white gangsters gathered in the house, drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, holding a scantily clad white woman in their arms, and making fun of them, creating a chaotic atmosphere.

In the innermost seat, the burly Alexander Madison opened his arms to reveal his hairy chest, biting a thick cigar with yellowed teeth, and a look of violence in his eyes. He shouted loudly; "Guys heard this.

Well, those Easterners want to go to war with us, do you think they can ride a horse? Can they hold a gun? Hahahaha..."

"Wow...oh, the boss said it well. I only need to bring a dozen people there to scare the shit out of these yellow-skinned monkeys."

"You're drunk Bruce. Richard from the Tang Club is the best gunner in San Francisco. More than 20 cowboys died in his hands, and he also had more than 120 cavalrymen who had received military training. Why do you think that

Can you do it yourself? You idiot."

"Tate, are you speaking for those sissies with pigtails? According to legend, this Richard is very powerful. I have long wanted to compete with him.

"With all due respect, you will die miserably, you brainless idiot."

"Fake, you have successfully angered me, Tate, you must pay the price for your arrogance, I will challenge you..."

"Okay, that's enough, shut up." The bandit leader Alexander Madison suddenly became furious. He stood up with a fierce expression and walked to the middle of the two fighting people, suppressing them with his powerful aura.

If we continue, our own people will start fighting first.

Alexander Madison looked at his men with a sinister look, and only gave up after seeing them shrink back. He was not as rough as he seemed on the surface, but was rough with finesse, and had a cunning mind, otherwise he would not be alive today.

The words he just said were just to test whether his subordinates were afraid of the other party's power. They were not acting recklessly.

He glanced at "One-Eyed Dragon" Marbury Jones, who led a group of people to fight against the armed cavalry of the Tang Dynasty today.

Under random shooting, two white gunmen were shot to death, and several others were injured. They fled back in embarrassment without getting any benefits.

This made Alexander Madison feel a little tricky. He thought about it and said;

"Guys, since the Tang Hui group dares to come to challenge us and keep saying that they want to avenge their dead brothers, they cannot retreat easily.

The American River is our territory and the basis for our brothers to live and work. We must drive away the armed cavalry of the Easterners. This battle is inevitable.

I want to decide on that piece of gold vein in Xiahewan.

There is some truth in what Tate said. Richard is the most popular gunman in San Francisco recently. His Tang Hui cavalry team has a large number of people and well-equipped equipment. They need to be dealt with seriously.

How about this

Marbury Jones and Tate took their respective men to contact those bastards like Old Kahn, "Barbarian" Jack Starr, and "Bulldog" Buck Freeman, and told them;

Those Orientals came with guns to seize our Golden River. This is a war between white people and Orientals. If they are all afraid, then we will hand over our huge wealth and withdraw from the fight for the Golden River.

If you don't want to let it go, then bring a gun and lead a horse to fight with us.

As long as we can win the final victory, I, Alexander Madison, promise that I will not seize their territory by force, and everyone will make their own fortune without committing any crime.

Alexander Addison is far from being as rough-and-tumble as he appears on the surface, and his actions are indeed insidious.

He defined this armed struggle as a war between white people and Orientals, in order to incite the xenophobic sentiments of white cowboys and bring together these white cowboys and gangsters who had been suppressed by strength in the past to jointly deal with the armed forces of the Tang Dynasty.

The American River, which originates from the remote mountains of Sacramento, is an out-and-out gold river. The long river channel is full of shoals and bayous, and is home to teams of gold diggers of all sizes. Some of the more powerful white gold diggers often bring their own guns.

Hug together for warmth.

The gangs Alexander Addison mentioned were the stronger white gold diggers, with as few as a dozen people, such as Old Kahn, his seven or eight sons and nephews, and some close relatives.

The gold mining team has its own guns and horses, and most people don't dare to mess with them.

There is also the team of "Savage" Jack Starr and "Bulldog" Buck Freeman. The largest number of people is twenty or thirty people. They are larger white gangs wandering along the rivers of America to collect protection fees and rob.

Other people's gold dust runs rampant in the riverbank area. These people are often ruthless and do things without regard for the consequences.

In addition to Chinese and Mexican gold diggers, many of those who were harmed by them were white gold diggers without heels. The floating corpses that often floated on American rivers were the work of these white gangsters.

"As expected of the leader, this is a great move. As long as we can gather people like Old Kahn together, we will definitely win."

"Oh ho, drink to the victory."

The gangsters shouted in high spirits, their eyes flashing with fiery light, and they became even more enthusiastic about the coming armed fire. The alcohol stimulated the violence factor in the body, burning more and more vigorously.

Alexander Madison nodded with satisfaction, and said with a fierce smile on his lips: "Then we will leave early tomorrow and meet at Hebend Village at noon. I will treat them to a drink."

"No problem, boss, we'll set off at dawn." Tate answered proactively.

"One-Eyed Dragon" Marbury-Jones was the gang leader second only to Madison. He nodded with a reserved expression, picked up the beer glass and took a swig, which meant "I got it."

Especially in mountainous forests, where roads and riverbanks are rugged, it is especially easy to break a horse's legs.

Therefore, the dark night is almost a restricted area for horses. Unless there are special circumstances, riders will not ride on horseback after dark to avoid injuring their mounts.

Even if you have to travel at night, you have to lead the horse on foot. Only after leaving the rugged forests and mountains can you get on the horse and ride.

Those white armed cowboys are scattered on the nearby river beach. They can be found as far as ten miles away or thirty or forty miles away as long as they follow the river.

We set off after dawn and can usually come back at noon.

Hewan Village at night

From time to time there were figures flashing in the darkness, obviously the armed security had been strengthened, and there were many more sentries than usual.

The American River is not only a river of wealth, but also a place full of dangers. Riverbend Village is located in the middle, making it very convenient to go upstream and downstream. It is also protected by wooden camps, making it much safer than other simple camps.

This kind of wooden camp was protected by hundreds of muskets. Without sharp artillery bombardment, it would not be easy to knock it down.