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Chapter 56 Chinese Villages and Preventing Future Trouble (Please Subscribe)

Coastal Mountains, Wolf Town.

The tavern owner, Wells, was sitting on the second floor of the tavern, drinking and chatting with Connor, the grocery store owner.

"Connor, have you noticed that there are more and more Chinese people appearing around town lately?"

Connor scoffed, tilting his head back to gulp down a large mouthful of wine: "Do I need to feel it?"

"Last week I went to San Francisco to buy goods, and what did I see on the road? Truckloads of Chinese, crammed into open freight wagons like sardines, all heading towards the gold mines!"

"Some cowboys say that a town has been built over there that's only made up of Chinese people, and that the population is larger than our town."

Wells remained silent, finished the last bit of wine in the bottle, and suddenly said, "I'm planning to close the tavern and inn and move elsewhere."

Connor was stunned: "So sudden?"

"I had this idea as early as when David was killed by the robbers."

Wells pulled out another bottle of liquor and bit off the cork with his teeth: "Recently, the Chinese have taken over the gold mines. I've contacted the San Francisco government several times, but they haven't done anything. Fewer and fewer cowboy miners are coming to my place for drinks, so I'm even less inclined to continue."

Connor blinked but didn't reply immediately.

His grocery store's revenue was actually quite good.

Ms. Lucy would often send her hired workers to his grocery store to buy things, and they would buy a lot at a time and pay quickly, which made him very wealthy.

"So where are you planning to go? San Francisco? Sacramento? Or some other town?"

Wells shook his head and said, "The whole of California is in chaos right now. Those politicians from the Democratic and American parties are always arguing about Native Americans and riots. I'm not planning to stay here anymore. I'm going to take my family to New York."

He pulled a letter from his pocket and waved it: "My brother is over there. The letter says there's a big organization in New York called the Tammany Society, and the current mayor of New York City was able to come to power thanks to the support of this organization."

This organization is the Irish people's backer; in some neighborhoods, from the police to the tax collectors to the garbage collectors, everyone is Irish—it must have been better than this awful place back then.

"Then may God bless your journey, Mr. Wells," Connor said, raising his bottle with a complex tone.

"I hope so."

Wells raised his bottle and clinked it against his, saying, "One last thing, for God's sake, Connor, I advise you to leave as soon as possible."

"Those Chinese who took over the gold mines are different from the miners of the past. Who knows, one day they might find this town in their way and come over to kill us."

Connor scoffed, unconcerned: "Those skinny Chinese? No matter how many of them there are, they're nothing but pigs and sheep under a gun."

"Besides, the people in town aren't pushovers. Take Ms. Lucy's workers, for example; their marksmanship is better than that of Sheriff Henry. We're being lenient by not sending people to wipe out the other side."

Meanwhile, at the gold mine not far from Wolf Town.

The campsite had changed again; now a small village had been built there, with straight, wide roads paved with bluestone slabs. Neat rows of gable-roofed houses lined both sides, and in addition to residences, there were also general stores, taverns, and clinics.

Outside the town, there are farmlands being cultivated, laid out in neat squares like a chessboard. Not far away, there is also an irrigation canal being dug to bring water from the stream.

"Carrying baskets and bags, I crossed oceans, stranded in a foreign land, weeping for my parents. The South China Sea stretches endlessly, my suffering boundless, my tears falling across the seven continents. I toil like an ox, earning only my blood and sweat, to send back to Tangshan to support my parents—"

The workers hummed songs as they finished their shifts, prompting their colleagues to complain.

"Hey, at least sing something auspicious! Why sing something so painful?"

"Damn it, I only know this song!" the worker named Chen Agui retorted. "If you can sing it, then you sing it!"

"Women," his companion suddenly said.

"What?" Chen Agui was stunned and turned to look at his companion. "There's a song with that name?"

"No, I meant a group of women are coming from a distance!"

His companion's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the road in the distance, saying, "Look there!"

Chen Agui looked in the direction he pointed and saw dozens of women sitting in several freight wagons at the entrance of the town, with a group of children beside them.

"Damn, what a woman!"

The two men's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. In all the years they'd been away, they'd never seen a woman, let alone a sow.

The workers who were finishing work all around them had the same expression. Some of the bolder ones were even about to go over, but were stopped by the patrolling assassins.

"He Mancang, what are you doing? Your eyeballs are about to pop out."

He Mancang chuckled and pointed to the freight wagon parked in front of the house not far away, asking, "Boss, are those girls old ladies?"

"Are you so obsessed with women that you're practically insane?"

The patrolling assassin rolled his eyes and said, "No, they're just a bunch of pathetic people. They'll be doing laundry and cooking here from now on."

Undeterred, He Mancang pressed on, "Did they get married? Would they mind finding a Han Chinese husband?"

The assassin shrugged: "I don't know about that, but they also attend night school to learn our language and writing."

If you have ideas, then rely on your own abilities.

Meanwhile, in front of the house where the freight wagons had stopped.

Yuan Guang had already led his men to greet them.

"These are some of the Native American women and children rescued in Southern California: 34 women and 67 children."

The Indian assassin in charge of transporting them jumped off the wagon and said, "From today onwards, they are under your command."

"I will stay and be their translator."

Yuan Guang nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

After rescuing the Native Americans, in accordance with the naturalization plan, these women and children were sent by the suicide squad to various places in California where there were Chinese people, where they were taught to learn Chinese and recognize Chinese characters.

At the same time, it will also help to level the playing field in the current Chinese communities in California, so that these single men don't get too full and start thinking about sex and going crazy.

After arranging accommodations for these people and having the kitchen prepare a welcome feast, Yuan Guang went to a high point in the camp.

At this moment, apart from the daily patrols and mine supervisors, the remaining fifteen assassins responsible for guarding the gold mine had all gathered here.

Yuan Guang's gaze swept over everyone, and he said in a deep voice, "I have already contacted the lord, and the lord has no objection to our plan."

One of the assassins exclaimed excitedly, "Then what are we hesitating for? Let's coordinate with Lucy and the others from the inside and slaughter Wolf Town!"

Ever since the camp was expanded and the village was built, white cowboys or miners have been coming from Wolf Town to cause trouble. Although we've killed wave after wave, they always come back every now and then, like flies.

They were so annoyed that they suggested to Zeng Tai that they destroy Wild Wolf Town.

Men become miners, women become slaves —

Zeng Tai agreed.

California is in complete chaos right now, and San Francisco is basically under our control, so it's fine for the assassins to act a little bolder.

It's just destroying a remote town; in a few more days, his assassins could wipe out city after city.

So now the group needs to discuss what to do.

"There are two options. One is to charge straight in. We'll crush those white people's backbone with the strongest force, so they won't dare to have any other thoughts besides becoming slaves. There might be some casualties, though."

"Secondly, Lucy should find a pretext to throw a big party in town and invite all the white people in town. Then, she can use the same method she used against the Yixing Hall to drug everyone. This method is basically risk-free, it just takes a bit longer."

Yuan Guang proposed two solutions and asked, "Which solution do you think is better? Or if you have any new solutions, please bring them up so we can all brainstorm."

"A long night can lead to many unforeseen events, so let's go with the first one."

One of them said decisively, "With the firepower we have, we can wipe out the more than one hundred people in Wild Wolf Town and at most lose a few."

Moreover, with Lucy and the others around, they might not even suffer any casualties if attacked from both sides.

"I agree."

"Just charge straight there, why think so much?"

The other assassins also chimed in, agreeing with this statement.

Yuan Guang nodded and said, "Since everyone has this idea, let's go with the first option."

"Take revolvers, rifles, and enough ammunition. This evening, after all the white men have returned to town, we'll take action!"

Someone asked, "Should we bring some of our compatriots with us? We can have them help escort the prisoners and count the supplies. We'll also need manpower to bring the white slaves back later."

Yuan Guang thought for a moment and nodded: "Bring some along. Pick people from the major gangs in San Francisco's Chinatown. They've seen blood, they're bolder, and they're not afraid of seeing corpses."

evening.

The white people who worked on farms and ranches outside Wolf Town gradually returned to the town.

Those with families go home for dinner, while singles go to pubs to drink and gamble—a scene of peace and harmony.

Until the sound of horses' hooves echoed from the outskirts of the town.

As several white men were entering the town, they looked back curiously when several bullets pierced their skulls, one for each of them.

The sound of horses' hooves did not stop for a moment, and they surged into the main street of the town like a flood, and then opened fire one after another.

Anyone who was physically strong and carried a gun—as long as they had white skin—was given a bullet.

"Bandits! It's bandits!"

"Fire! Take cover!"

After a brief period of one-sided slaughter, the surviving white people finally came to their senses.

They scrambled to break through the nearest door and hide inside, or huddled behind stalls and sinks, firing wildly into the street.

But it was too late.

Under the precise and powerful firepower of the suicide squad, the twenty-odd people on the main street only fired one or two shots before they all lost their lives.

The caravan didn't stop at all. Instead of venturing into the alleys on either side, they quickly turned their horses around after rushing out of the other end of the town and began galloping around the town's outskirts.

The sound of horses' hooves, like a death knell, told the survivors in the town that they were surrounded.

The town was in complete chaos.

The cries of women and children echoed from every house, while the men picked up guns, hid behind doors, and pointed them at the gates.

Suddenly, they heard Lucy, the mistress of the stable, shouting.

"Gentlemen, those bandits haven't left. They want to trap us here, kill us off one by one, and take everything from us!"

If you are still men and want to protect your wives, children, and property, for God's sake, pick up your guns and fight with us!

Unable to contain their curiosity, someone pushed the window open a crack.

Then I saw Lucy.

She was dressed in a smart men's hunting outfit, with two brand-new Colt revolvers at her waist. Beside her were her employees.

"Gentlemen, gather together! Five fingers are easy to cut off, but a fist can make those thugs taste death!"

At her call, the white men in the town gradually gathered together.

They began to build a defensive line around the house, while Lucy and her people gave up the central position and deployed behind the white people.

Outside the town, the assassins circled twice before slowing their horses down.

"That's about it, Lucy should have gathered them together by now."

Yuan Guang chuckled and shouted, "Kill!"

"kill!"

Shouts of battle filled the air, and the thunderous sound of approaching hooves caused the white men to nervously point their guns out of town.

At this moment, Lucy and her men quietly adjusted their body angles, intentionally or unintentionally pointing their guns at their white companions who were still nervously looking around and cursing the bandits.

As the cavalry charged into the town, Lucy drew her twin pistols and shouted, "Fire!"

Before he could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out, and bullets flew toward the unsuspecting white men around him!

"puff!"

"what!"

Sheriff Henry, who was standing not far from Lucy, had two bursts of blood on his back. He stared in disbelief, opened his mouth, and collapsed to the ground.

Wells, who was about to direct his men to defend the second floor of the tavern, was shot in the side by a stable worker with a shotgun, which shattered half of his shoulder. He screamed and tumbled down the stairs.

As soon as grocer Connor peeked out to see what was happening, a revolver bullet pierced his forehead with pinpoint accuracy.

This sudden betrayal left the white people in the town completely stunned!

"What's wrong?"

"Ms. Lucy, are you insane?"

A roar of shock and rage erupted, and the surviving white people looked at them in bewilderment, their minds still processing what had just happened.

But soon, the ensuing hail of bullets told them the truth.

Under the combined firepower from both sides, the white people finally reacted.

"They're in cahoots!"

"Lucy is a traitor!"

But it's too late.

The formation was thrown into chaos, and morale collapsed.

Faced with the gun barrel pressed against their foreheads, many white men dropped their guns and gave the French military salute.

Of course, some also tried to escape to the edge of town or into the alleys.

But the assassins had already blocked the main exit.

They opened fire from horseback, picking off the fleeing figures one by one.

The gunfire gradually subsided and eventually stopped.

Yuan Guang and his men dismounted, while Lucy put away her still-smoking revolver and came forward: "The open resistance is over, but there are still quite a few hiding in the houses in town."

"The perimeter has been sealed off; we can clear it gradually."

Yuan Guang didn't care at all. With a command, the auxiliary team, which was originally waiting outside the town and consisted of former Chinatown gang members from San Francisco, walked in tremblingly.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the street, these people turned pale and fell silent.

Yuan Guang glanced at them, expressionless: "Follow behind our men, search house by house. Inventory the valuables, and keep the survivors under guard."

"Good behavior will earn you a feast tonight! Go on!"

They were overjoyed, and with a twisted excitement, they followed the assassins into the house.

Time passed little by little, from late at night to early morning, until the sun rose once again.

All the valuable items, food, tools, cloth, and even decent furniture that could be found were loaded onto horse-drawn carts.

As for the white prisoners, their hands were tied together and they were dragged toward the gold mine.