America 1881: Legend of the West

Larson led a group of Swedish workers on the road from Stone Spring to Carbon County.

He turned the repeating rifle in his hand boredly.

He came with the intention of robbing.

Whenever any Chinese laborers pass by, they are asked to hand over all their valuables.

As for whether to kill or not, it all depends on your mood.

However, nearly two hours passed and none of the promised Chinese workers were seen.

On this road, except for the occasional rabbit that jumped out from the roadside and the raven that flew in the sky, there was no one around.

"Boss, those two bastards Hayden and O'Neal aren't playing tricks on us, are they?"

asked one of the miners.

"They pushed us away and then led their own people to rob those Chinese workers?"

Larson thought for a moment.

It's really possible.

Hayden and O'Neill were not soft on the Chinese workers at all. It is possible that they also never regarded the Swedish workers as their own.

According to their arrangement, I worked hard to make a big circle and wait here, but in the end I drank a lot of northwest wind.

As a result, they were eating and drinking spicy food there.

no! Absolutely not!

"Fucking, damn Irish!"

Larson cursed harshly.

He turned his head, raised the gun in his hand, and shouted to the workers behind him:

"Let's go, let's kill him too. Damn it, I'm going to be late and I won't even be able to drink the soup!"

"call!"

A group of people followed Larson with a loud shout and rushed toward the No. 3 Well.

On the hillside of Shaft No. 3, the coal mine manager and supervisor were hiding in the wooden office.

The movement outside the house was very scary, with constant gunshots.

"You, go out and take a look." Manager Riley kicked the supervisor's butt, who was squatting in front of the window and looking around.

"Boss, I don't want to go." The supervisor grimaced and refused to leave.

"Go! It's not about the mine. Just take a look. Otherwise, when the police come, you won't know anything about it?" Riley was a little impatient.

The supervisor still lingered and refused to go out.

This annoyed the normally quiet manager.

He pulled a gun out of a drawer.

Then he dragged the overseer by his collar to the door, pushed him out, and in the end, he didn't forget to kick the overseer's butt with his pointed shoes.

The overseer reluctantly walked up the hillside.

Haven’t climbed the hill yet.

He saw Larson and his "Viking Army" coming from the side of him.

The supervisor was half frightened, and turned around and got into the wooden house. No matter how threatened the manager was, he refused to come out.

Larson led everyone across the No. 3 shaft mining area and headed towards the Chinese residential area.

What surprised him was.

Neither O'Neill nor Hayden's people were seen here, nor were the so-called Chinese workers.

The wooden houses where Chinese workers usually lived were dark and there was no one around.

"What the hell, where are they?"

Did all these Chinese workers run away last night? Hayden and the others have finished their work and called it a day?

Thinking of this, Larson became even more angry.

It seemed like I was really being fooled.

"Hey, no, boss, there doesn't seem to be any fighting here." A bearded worker looked around and said to Larson.

Larson was a little confused.

Big Beard is right. Based on his understanding of Hayden, this guy won't give up without setting off two fires after robbing him.

So, what is going on here?

At this time, the bearded man suddenly took Larson's arm and pointed in the direction of the other side of the residential area:

"Boss, listen, what is that sound?"

Larson raised his ears and listened carefully to the sounds coming from over there.

It's gunfire!

That's the direction of the bridge!

"They are fighting over at the bridge!" Larson's expression was a little joyful, ranging from overjoyed to ecstatic.

"Boss, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Your stomach hurts?"

The bearded man looked at Larson's expression and always felt it was a little weird and twisted.

But he didn't think too much, he held the gun and prepared to rush towards the bridge.

"Boss, let's go quickly to support them!"

But after he took a few steps, he found that no one was following him.

He turned his head to look.

Larson was standing there, showing no intention of leaving.

Since Hayden and O'Neal were held back by those Chinese workers, wouldn't it be a shame to them if they didn't accomplish their strategic goals?

I was originally here to take a backseat.

He glanced at the miners behind him who were still waiting for his orders:

"Why are you still standing there? Grab it!"

When Larson said this, the workers dispersed like wild horses running wild.

On weekdays, those Chinese workers seemed so poor that they wished they all wore the same pair of pants, but secretly they liked to save their money and send it home.

So, there must be something valuable in this place.

A miner kicked open the door of a house.

The light in the room was dim.

Directly opposite the door was a simple altar with candles inserted, enshrining a statue of an unknown god.

His eyes were attracted by a wooden box on the desk.

The miners rushed straight over.

As soon as he put his hand on the box, a flash of fire suddenly appeared in the shadow behind him.

There was a gunshot and the miner fell to the ground.

When the miners who were still outside the house heard the gunshot, they stopped and looked at the house.

Something went wrong?

However, they did not see the miner who went in come out.

"Quick, there are enemies here!" Larson raised the gun in his hand and led his men towards the room.

At this moment, gunfire rang out from other houses one after another.

At the same time as the gunshots, there were also the screams of the miners.

Fighting started in every corner of the Chinese residential area.

Chinese workers armed with pickaxes, shovels, and axes rushed out of the shadows and fought with the white miners who dared to rob their property.

Lei Youqing and others came to them with guns and told them the battle situation at the bridge.

When they saw white men with guns rushing into the residential area.

These Chinese workers understood one thing.

Escape is a dead end; fighting is a glimmer of hope.

"This is the pension money I saved for my mother!" A young miner knocked down a white miner who was rummaging through boxes with a shovel.

He picked up the gun that the miner had dropped on the ground and rushed out the door.

But when he rushed out of the door, a gunshot rang out behind him.

The young Chinese worker fell to the ground.

Larson stood up quickly.

As a former "quack man" in the West, he has two insights to survive.

The first one is to use a black gun, and the second one is to switch to another black gun after finishing the black gun.

Therefore, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and finally stopped on a chest-high wooden barrel.

This barrel is in a very good position, hiding next to it, making it difficult for passers-by to spot it.

So Larson rushed over quickly with his gun in hand.

He leaned against the barrel, waiting for the next unfortunate creature to pass by.

A barrel protruded from the barrel, followed by a gun, and a black hand holding the gun.

Sean heard the noise outside from inside the barrel.

He stood up from the bucket and looked down, just in time to see Larson's rotating Tianling Cap.

The black man pulled the trigger.

There was a "bang" sound.

The bullet passed through his head.

Larson's body was staggered by the bullet, and then he quickly fell to the ground, dying.

Sean looked around to make sure there was no one else, then squatted back in the bucket.

The melee in the residential area continues.

However, the number of Chinese workers clearly had an advantage. Without Larson's command, the white miners began to want to quit.

At this moment, a group of people appeared on the road.

They carried bolt-action rifles and wore black uniforms with stand-up collars.

The most important thing is that these people all have yellow skin!

Li Sifu and Feiniao arrived with Long Xiang!

They rode into the battlefield like a whirlwind.

"Put down the gun! Anyone who continues to resist will be shot to death!" Li Sifu pulled the reins and shouted loudly!

A white miner became red-eyed and raised his gun to shoot at the man on the horse, but was shot down by a flying bird.

Dozens of well-trained Chinese soldiers quickly took control of the situation.

The white miners gave up resistance.

Although these Swedes are arrogant, they are not stupid.

They threw their weapons into the open space in front of the house and squatted in a row against the wall with their hands raised.

Sean climbed out of the barrel.

"Where's the boss?" Feiniao asked on the horse.

"Over there at the bridge!" Sean patted the dust on his body and pointed in the direction of Beit River.

"Leave ten people to watch these white people. The others, come with me to support the boss!"

Without saying a word, Feiniao and Li Sifu galloped away on horseback in the direction of the bridge.

But what they didn't expect was that when they arrived at the bridge, they saw Chen Jianqiu standing on the ridge of the roof.

He put his gun aside, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the excitement on the other side of the river.