America 1881: Legend of the West

Chapter 348: Arms dealers must be prepared to die in war zones
The gunshots on the beach alerted Weng Derong of the Iquique camp.

"Shuai Weng, the gunfire from the northwest is so dense!" Xu Ajiu got into the tent and said hurriedly to his coach.

"In that direction, Jianqiu and Brother Danian should be defending." What Chen Jianqiu said when he first met him suddenly flashed into Weng Derong's mind.

"Chief Chen took No. 100 people to the north early in the morning." The adjutant patted his head and said to Weng Derong, "It seems to be for reconnaissance or patrol."

"Not good!" Weng Derong shouted something bad.

This young man is too Meng Lang.

Does the investigation require so many people?

He only has 200 people in total, and he has taken 100 people out, how many are left?
Even if there were only a hundred Peruvian soldiers landing there, they would not be able to defend it!

"The people in the north should not move for the time being. Ah Jiu, you go to the east defense line, and then lead them to the northwest coastline quickly.

He took the gun from the shelf behind him and rushed out of the tent, giving an order.

"The remaining people in the camp will follow me to support!"

He led more than a hundred soldiers to Chen Jianqiu's camp as quickly as possible, only to find that the camp was dark and no one was there except for the seven or eight soldiers who stayed behind.

"Where is Zhang Danian?" In desperation, Weng Derong called Zhang Danian by his real name to the soldier on duty.

"They are setting up defenses along the coast," the soldier said.

"How many people?"

"I guess thirty or forty." The soldier scratched his head.

At this time, the sounds coming from the coast had gradually weakened. The continuous "click-click" gunshots that Weng Derong had never heard before had disappeared, and only sporadic sounds were heard.

"Brothers, copycats, prepare to meet the enemy!" Weng Derong was filled with grief and anger. He estimated that most of his old friends had met with misfortune.

However, they waited for a long time and did not wait for the enemy to attack.

Weng Derong sent a soldier to explore outside the camp to see if there was any movement in the direction of the coastline.

The soldiers soon returned.

"Have you seen the enemy?" Weng Derong asked eagerly.

The soldier's head shook like a rattle.

At this time, Xu Ajiu also arrived with hundreds of soldiers from the eastern front.

"Let's go to the beach." Weng Derong walked out of the camp.

But when they arrived at the mound, they saw Zhang Danian leaning in the trench, smoking his dry tobacco pipe with great interest.

There were still a few soldiers in the trenches, hiding behind sandbags, holding rifles, and shooting outside from time to time.

"Forget it if there's no movement. Don't waste bullets. We'll clean it up tomorrow." Zhang Danian knocked on his back.

"Brother Danian? What happened?" Weng Derong asked, confused.

Seeing the arrival of his old friend, his big old face smiled broadly. He was about to speak, but due to the limited readings and limited expression ability, he opened his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't hold back a word.

"See for yourself." Zhang Danian pointed to the outside of the sandbag with his dry smoke pot.

Weng Derong climbed up the mound doubtfully, leaned forward and looked down.

Piles of corpses were scattered all over the beach.

"Here, how many people are there!" Even Weng Shuai, who had seen the world, was stunned.

"I don't have the exact calculation, but I guess it's a few hundred people older." Zhang Danian replied while smoking a dry cigarette.

"Have you finished killing the thirty or forty people?"

"Ah."

Weng Derong was a little confused, and Chen Ajiu and the other soldiers behind him were also confused.

However, Zhang Danian's next sentence made them completely crazy.

"I don't know if Jianqiu and the others have broken through the Peruvian army's camp in the north."

Chen Jianqiu had already set off with the remaining cavalry earlier.

When he came to South America this time, he didn't forget to bring corn with him so that this big North American bird could see the land of South America.

Under the guidance of Corn and Sean, Chen Jianqiu and his cavalry quickly found the camp at the foot of the mountain.

The soldiers in the camp have already rushed out.

There were only 20 or 30 people left to look after the house, and besides them there was Mr. M'Buck Swanson, a commissioner of DuPont.

The former West Point graduate originally wanted to experience his groundbreaking tactics with the commander.

However, he was still verbally rejected by the Peruvian commander.

Mr. Swanson didn't push for it, feeling it was a pity.

At this time, he was savoring his unique tactic in his barracks in the camp.

How talented I am!
If he had not engaged in business, then if there was a war with Spain in the future, he would definitely have a place in the federal army!
While Swanson was still thinking about it, intensive gunshots suddenly came from outside the barracks.

Followed closely by the cry of the Peruvian soldiers, followed by screams and the sound of horse hooves.

Swanson picked up the gun from his desk and opened the door to the barracks to get out.

As a result, a few stray bullets almost got through the door, allowing the former U.S. Union soldier to relive the feeling of being shot.

Swanson closed the door quickly.

His mind was racing, and he quickly took out a bilingual sign in Spanish and English from the drawer, indicating his status as a U.S. citizen and an employee of DuPont.

Swanson had already thought up a series of lies to explain why he was in the Peruvian military camp, and was waiting for someone to come in.

Should we add Chinese?
He was hesitating about the question.

Just as he was thinking about this problem, the door of the barracks was kicked open.

Several Chinese soldiers rushed in with guns raised.

Swanson dropped the gun, raised his hands, and pointed to the sign.

"Americans? What, what company?" A leading Chinese soldier read the English letters on the sign. He didn't quite recognize "DuPont Company".

He turned his head and said something to the person next to him.

The man went out, and after a while, a young man wearing jeans walked in.

He looked at Swanson and then at the sign in his hand.

"Are you from DuPont?" Chen Jianqiu took the sign from Swanson's hand and asked.

When he heard that Chen Jianqiu was speaking English, Swanson's heart immediately dropped: "Yes, sir, I am from DuPont."

"Coming to do business?" Chen Jianqiu's face could not tell whether he was happy or angry. "What a coincidence, I am also an American businessman coming to do business."

"Yes, I am the representative of DuPont in South America and the representative of American businessmen in this area!" Swanson felt much more at ease when he heard Chen Jianqiu say that he was also an American businessman.

DuPont's thighs are stretched out for you. As long as you save me, you can hug me.

Although he was very confused about how this Chinese man obtained American citizenship, whether he lied or had some other means.

He has never had a good impression of Chinese people.

However, he found that Chen Jianqiu had taken out a shining golden revolver.

It looked like the six bullets in the gun had been used up.

The self-proclaimed "American businessman" in front of him was loading bullets into his pistol one by one with his head lowered.

The other soldiers retreated.

"What are you going to do?" Swanson felt something was wrong.

"We Chinese are very particular about fate. The fact that we can meet here is also a kind of fate. There is also another kind of fate, that is, your boss is strangling my neck."

Chen Jianqiu had already loaded the bullet. With a flick of his wrist, the bullet chamber was firmly inserted into the gun body.

Swanson only heard half of what he said, and he knew something was wrong.

"No, you can't kill me!"

He took a few steps back and quickly bent down to pick up the gun on the ground.

"boom!"

Swanson had a bloody hole in his temple and fell to the ground, blood spurting out like a fountain from his head.

"The bodies were tied with stones and thrown into the sea."

Chen Jianqiu walked out of the camp and gave instructions to the Chinese soldiers behind him.

"No one saw him today."

(End of this chapter)