North America 1849, from Gold Rush to Warlord

Chapter 78 Kill All, Burn All, Loot All

The gunfire ahead pulled Major Daniel from his reverie.

"Follow me!"

Without hesitation, Daniel Cameron immediately gave the order.

The gunfire was very close, and the wedge-shaped cavalry battle formation quickly unfolded.

Major Daniel quickly got a clear view of the situation ahead.

A few hundred meters ahead, the main road to San Francisco is nestled between two hills.

Two or three hundred meters in front of him, Sergeant Remy, who had just been sent to deliver the order, had already fallen to the ground, his life hanging in the balance!

Remy's warhorse was still galloping wildly, disappearing behind the hill in the blink of an eye.

"Stop!"

Daniel Cameron waved his right hand, signaling everyone on his side to immediately rein in their horses.

"Major, Sergeant Remy, he...!"

“He’s dead!” Major Daniel said coldly, his sharp eyes fixed on the hillside a few hundred meters away.

"Da da da……!"

Under his watchful eye, one rider after another appeared slowly and deliberately atop the two small hills!

In just a short time, countless Native American knights were lined up on the two small hills!
Countless Indian riders lined up on the hill, ready to charge at Major Daniel and his men below.

"Retreat! Move...!"

Major Daniel, knowing the situation was hopeless, turned his horse around and rode away without a second thought.

Fortunately, they were not far from the main walking group, only a few miles away, and soon they joined up.

Only then did Major Daniel feel a little safe.

Although the large number of Indian cavalry behind them did not pursue them!

His life was out of danger, but Major Daniel felt as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything!
Those trusted confidants who had already scattered and infiltrated San Francisco, along with the gangs, were now facing an uncertain fate, cut off from communication by the Native Americans!
Meanwhile, in San Francisco.

Last night, almost every prominent, upper-class family in San Francisco received an invitation from Bishop Evan.

The bishop's beautiful, angelic niece is having her coming-of-age ceremony tonight!
This is a rare and joyous occasion for San Francisco, which is shrouded in gloom.

The coming-of-age ceremony for girls is only open to women and minors; adult men are excluded.

Even so, the whole of San Francisco seemed much more lively today. The ladies and young masters of high society were strolling around happily, doing their best to dress themselves up in dazzling jewelry and flamboyant attire.

As evening approached, the large ocean liner "Joan of Arc," docked at Clark Pier, lit up many bright lights early on, illuminating the entire ship and making every detail crystal clear!
The band played cheerful and melodious music, and the ubiquitous flowers, ribbons, and red carpets, along with countless wines and delicacies, gradually enhanced the atmosphere of this coming-of-age ceremony.

The entire upper class of San Francisco arrived one after another in luxurious carriages.

The ladies and young masters, dressed in their finest attire, disembarked one after another and boarded the ship in turn.

Every guest needs to have their invitation checked to prevent anyone from sneaking onto the ship.

Because there were so many guests, the carriages even caused traffic jams at one point.

As night fell, at 7 p.m. sharp, after all the guests had boarded the ship, the "Joan of Arc" slowly raised its sails and set sail into the dark sea to the accompaniment of melodious and cheerful music.

But no one noticed that in a dark corner of the dock, several pairs of eyes were staring intently at the departing "Joan of Arc".

"Damn it! Boss, how did this ship just slip away like that?"

In the darkness, a dirty, short man with slightly protruding teeth muttered resentfully, "Shut up! They ran away, so what? Are we supposed to swim over and hijack their ship?"

Another fat man with a cataract in his left eye smacked the buck-toothed dwarf hard on the head.

The buck-toothed dwarf said unwillingly, "But there are so many rich people on that ship, their jewelry is blinding! If we could board and rob them, we'd be rich too!"

In the darkness, another person chimed in, "If you ask me, we should have rushed up and robbed them before the ship even set sail!"

"Fuck off! The time isn't up yet, and we've made our move ahead of time, ruining the boss's plan. We're all going to be skinned alive!"

"And didn't you notice? There are plenty of militiamen, both overt and covert, inside and outside the dock. If we just rush out, we'll be riddled with bullets!"

The buck-toothed dwarf was still unwilling to give up: "All these ladies and young misses have run away, so what are we going to do? Who are we going to rob?"

"The woman ran away, but the man is still here! Their home can't just disappear, can it? Let's go, beat up their man, and rob their house!"

These men were all thugs who had infiltrated San Francisco from different places.

All the gangs, mainly the Skinning Gang, were scattered throughout the city, each searching for their prey for the night.

There are dozens of small teams like theirs throughout San Francisco!
They all lurked in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.

Time passed slowly, and at the same time, on the "Joan of Arc" cruise ship, stimulated by alcohol and increasingly jubilant music, Vivian's coming-of-age ceremony was pushed to its climax step by step.

Bishop Evan, dressed in casual clothes, appeared exceptionally kind and approachable tonight, chatting happily with everyone.

As the only elder, Bishop Evan even humbled himself and danced his first dance with Vivian!

As night deepened, Bishop Evan, sitting by the dance floor, took out his gold watch and looked at it.

It was almost eleven o'clock, the time was almost up, and the atmosphere was at its most exciting!
When the song ended, Bishop Evan stood up and walked to the center of the dance floor, where everyone's eyes were drawn to him.

"Distinguished guests, welcome to my lovely little niece, Vivian's, eighteenth birthday and coming-of-age ceremony!"

"Although her parents are not with her, with so many dear guests by her side, I believe my little niece will have an unforgettable birthday and coming-of-age ceremony!"

"Now, please bring in our little Vivian, along with the mayor's wife, the speaker's wife, and other distinguished guests, to cut the cake together!"

As melodious music began, a three-tiered cake, as large as a small mountain, was pushed to the center.

Surrounded by several ladies, Vivian walked to the center of the dance floor.

Vivian, Archbishop Evan, and several noblewomen together held long slicing knives and cut into the thick, luxurious cake!

"Bang, bang, bang...!"

The ship's cannons fired simultaneously, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

But far out at sea, they had no idea, much less hear or imagine, that at almost the same time, in San Francisco...

"Boom, boom, boom...!"

Deafening gunshots and explosions rang out almost simultaneously at the private mansions of San Francisco's most prominent figures, including Mayor Locke, Speaker Cox, Police Chief Hawke, and Milton Militia Commander!

In an instant, the heavy gates of each mansion were blown apart!

Countless dark figures emerged from the shadows, brandishing long knives and short guns, and surged into the mansion like a tidal wave!
"Kill Man!"

"Fucking Woman!"

"Take everything...!"

(End of this chapter)