America 1881: Legend of the West

Chaozi had already thought up today's plan in front of Mr. Guan yesterday.

Two dogs fight, play off.

He didn't care who was the snipe or the clam, Bing Gongtang or Rui Duantang. Anyway, he was the extremely clever fisherman.

Yes, fisherman.

After Baoliangtang's men entered the battlefield, they immediately disrupted the situation.

The other two members of the gang had no idea what was going on at first.

They all thought the other side had come to reinforce them.

It wasn't until Chaozi and several famous thugs appeared in the crowd that the gang finally understood that Baoliangtang was involved.

Yan Qingshan finally caught the bald man. The two were currently fighting fiercely and had no time to take care of his gang members.

They had to follow one principle.

That is, except for the people in your own gang, everyone is your enemy.

As a result, the scene became more chaotic. Some people simply started to chop randomly, while others began to consider retreating.

Baoliangtang, who was waiting for work, quickly took advantage of the situation and began to clear the field.

"Yan Qingshan! We agreed to a duel! You actually have the nerve to call me a helper!" The bald man cursed after dodging the old man's slash.

He had just seen the dwarf chop down one of his capable subordinates with an ax from the corner of his eye.

"Fuck you! I, Yan Qingshan, have been in Chinatown for so many years, relying on this." Yan Qingshan used his knife to deflect the ax that was hitting him on the bald head.

But his words also stopped abruptly.

Because the old man also saw the dwarf and witnessed him hit one of his disciples on the back with an axe.

"Xiamizi! What do you mean?" Yan Qingshan shouted sternly, and continued to attack the bald head with his hands.

Chapo is a ruthless character who doesn't speak much. He greets people with an ax and then kills Yan Qingshan and Bald Head.

The bald man's reaction was faster than that of the old man. He looked around and found that his gang members were injured and fled, and there were not many left.

As for the outside, now they are all people from Baoliangtang.

Even a fool could see at this moment that the dwarf had plotted against them.

However, it is impossible to join forces with Yan Qingshan to defeat the enemy.

Not to mention whether the two people can fight together now, even if they can fight with one of them, it is really difficult to make the two people who were just attacking each other unanimously attack in the blink of an eye.

Baldhead has a better idea.

He plans to run away.

The bald man picked up the ax in his hand and threw it towards Yan Qingshan.

When the old man saw the ax flying towards him, he swung his sword and knocked the ax away.

This also exposed flaws.

Bald Zong Wenkai stepped forward and slipped out from Old Man Yan.

"Get out of here!" Baldhead gave the order without even looking back, and his own people had already rushed out.

When his younger brothers saw their boss running away, they also prepared to run away.

As a result, the people who gathered around Baoliang Hall blocked the place.

Yan Qingshan had no intention of running away.

Although his sword skills are not yet scattered, he is still young.

The battle just now consumed a lot of his physical strength.

In addition, several wounds on his body were still bleeding outwards.

Yan Qingshan's hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

He gritted his teeth, waved his sword and rushed towards the dwarf.

The short man took two steps back and avoided Yan Qingshan's first stab. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a handful of something, then raised it toward the old man's face.

He had no intention of confronting the old man head-on.

A handful of quicklime fell firmly on Yan Qingshan's face.

"Ah~"

Yan shook his head and screamed, still holding the knife in his hand, closing his eyes tightly and shaking his head desperately.

His face was covered in sweat at this time, his eyes couldn't be opened at all, and his whole face was burning with pain.

He was like a blind lion, waving his sword to prevent anyone from getting close to him.

But Yan Qingshan is not the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun after all.

People from Baoliangtang rushed forward and quickly subdued the old man.

The hall leader was captured, and his men lost their desire to fight. They dropped their weapons and planned to surrender.

"Zha Dongxiong, you insidious beast! How dare you cheat!" Yan Qingshan was pinned to the ground by four or five big men, still cursing and dissatisfied.

"Didn't I learn from you? Didn't you do it last time when you drugged a bald man?" The short man didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

Although he really wanted to send the old man in front of him to the west with one ax right now.

But considering that Yan Qingshan is in the piglet business.

This business chain has not been completely completed, and he is still reluctant to let the old man die.

Just as Cha Dongxiong was having a sweet dream.

His men and those cleaning the battlefield suddenly stood on the spot and raised their heads to look at the other end of the street.

"Boss, there seems to be a sound over there." The subordinate looked at the dwarf with a blank expression.

The dwarf frowned. He seemed to have heard some noise.

"Hey, no, boss, there's one over there too!" Another person pointed to another street and exclaimed, "It sounds like the sound of horse hooves!"

On the last street where they came from, there was similar movement.

The short man was a little confused.

San Francisco police?

Don’t they never care about Chinatown? Moreover, there is not such a big movement!

But he soon lost his confusion.

A group of men in black riding fast horses appeared at the end of three streets.

This group of people all had yellow-skinned faces, and the leader shouted loudly in Chinese: "Put down your weapons! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

Cha Dongxiong couldn't remember Chinatown at all, or even where there was such a Chinese armed force in the surrounding area.

But how could he, who had just achieved a stage victory, be able to surrender?

"Damn it, that bad guy came out of nowhere again." The short man waved his hand at the subordinates behind him, "Get ready to continue, I don't think there are many of them!"

The people on the horse saw that the people in Baoliangtang had no intention of surrender and were not in a hurry. They stopped their horses about ten steps away from them.

They are the Longxiang group, Chen Jianqiu's personal soldiers.

They dismounted calmly and took off their Roswell bolt-action rifles from their backs.

Without a second warning, these well-trained Chinese soldiers began shooting at the people in Baoliangtang.

Bullets were fired from three directions, densely and accurately.

The gang members who were still holding weapons were shot and fell to the ground.

"Charge! There are few of them. If they get inside, they will have no choice!"

The dwarf picked up the ax and planned to fight again.

When the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side saw them preparing to charge, they took out another gun from their horses.

This gun was modified from the prototype of the Model 8 semi-automatic rifle previously invented by Browning.

Chen Jianqiu asked the arsenal to produce some and sent them to the Border Detective Agency for trial use.

The ones the Long Xiang group has in hand now have been modified based on the trial opinions.

The magazine capacity has been expanded and can hold ten rounds.

Although it is still prone to malfunction in harsh conditions, and its rate of fire is still somewhat behind that of the later Chicago typewriters, it is more than enough to deal with gangsters on the streets of the city.

After a burst of "ta-da-da" volleys, the charging Baoliangtang gang fell flat like wheat.

The gangsters' front quickly collapsed.

The dwarf looked at the younger brothers crying around and running away in all directions, feeling extremely desperate.

The Chinese soldiers opposite who were calmly changing their ammunition made him suddenly feel in a trance.

Where did these people come from?

The weapons in their hands have never been seen or even heard of.

Not to mention the San Francisco police, even the regular federal army, their firepower is not so fierce.

run!

This is the only thing that El Chapo is thinking about now.

And his legs' reactions were obviously faster than his brain's.

The people in Baoliangtang didn't even care about Yan Qingshan and others who were captured by them, and started to escape on their own.

When Li Sifu saw the other side running away, he raised his arms high and gave orders to the soldiers behind him:

"Brothers, arrest them! Boss Chen said that the three hall masters must be brought to him before lunch! No matter life or death! Live the best!"

The people in Longxiang's group didn't even need to mount their horses, they just chased after him.

Needless to say, Yan Qingshan was the first to be caught, and Zha Dongxiong didn't run far. He was shot in the thigh by Li Sifu, and then he was carried on the horse like garbage.

As for Zong Wenkai.

After the bald man ran far away, he suddenly realized that he was the only one left.

After a while of fighting, I suddenly felt hungry.

He caught a glimpse of a noodle stall on the street.

"Boss, a bowl of noodles!" Zong Wenkai sat down on the stool next to the table on the street.

The noodles were quickly brought to him.

The bald man pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table.

The surface is smooth and white, with no toppings.

"Boss! Do you have any garlic?!" the bald man shouted loudly while sucking on his noodles.

Suddenly, a cold gun barrel pressed against his head.

The gun owner's voice reached his ears.

"No garlic, do you want bullets?"