America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 403 The secret of black gun shooting

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 here with the intention of robbing.

Whenever any Chinese laborers pass by, ask them 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 flying 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 a miner.

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

As a former "jianghu person" in the west, he has two insights to survive.

No! Absolutely not!

"Fucking, damn Irish!"

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

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

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

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

Larson thought for a moment.

"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.

"Boss, listen, what is that sound?"

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

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

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

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

The miner rushed straight over.

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

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

This barrel is in a very good location, hiding next to it, making it difficult for people passing by to spot it.

These Chinese workers understood one thing.

It seemed like I was really being fooled.

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

This annoyed the normally quiet manager.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

He turned his head, raised the gun in his hand, and raised his arms 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!"

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

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

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

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

"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.

So Larson rushed over quickly with his gun in hand.

What surprised him was.

The overseer reluctantly walked up the hillside.

The black man pulled the trigger.

Larson was a little confused.

Sean heard the noise outside in the barrel.

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

Although these Swedes are brave, they are not stupid.

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

It's really possible.

Sean climbed out of the barrel.

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

He leaned against the bucket, waiting for the next unlucky guy to pass by.

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

"call!"

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

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

Fire?

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.

The battle started in every corner of the Chinese residential area.

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.

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

He turned his head to look.

"What the hell, where are they?"

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

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

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.

The young Chinese worker fell to the ground.

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:

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

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.

Larson cursed harshly.

It's gunfire!

That's the direction to the bridge!

A miner kicked open the door of a house.

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

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

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

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

"Go quickly! It's not about the mine. You can just take a look. Otherwise, when the police come and ask questions, you won't know." Riley was a little impatient.

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

Larson was standing where he was, showing no intention of leaving.

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

Did all these Chinese workers run away last night? Did Hayden and the others finish their work?

Thinking of this, Larson became even more angry.

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

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

The white miners gave up their resistance.

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

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

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

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

Haven't climbed up the hill yet.

However, the number of Chinese workers clearly held an advantage, and with the loss of Larson's command, the white miners began to want to quit.

The light in the room is very dim.

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

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

Larson stood up quickly.

The bullet passed through his forehead.

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

There was a "bang" sound.

He took out a gun from the drawer.

The melee in the residential area continues.

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.

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.

So, there must be something valuable in this place.

"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.

The supervisor still lingered and refused to go out.

"Leave ten people to watch these white people, the rest, follow me to support the boss!"

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

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.

(End of chapter)