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Chapter 27 Chapter 27, everything has just begun

27,

That night, Yan Xiaoguo talked a lot on the top of the building, and Dai Pingan also listened to a lot. One person kept talking, and one person listened quietly.

A soldier, a soldier who is willing to die in the frontier and serve the country, but due to various reasons, not only cannot defend his family and the country, but in the end he has to pin his hopes on a gangster.I really don't know if this is the sorrow of Yan Xiaoguo, or the sorrow of the entire imperial court and the entire Huaguo.

In order to avoid the war in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, a large number of Chinese laborers came to this beautiful and rich place. It happened that the United States set off a westward movement at that time. After driving away the Indians through massacres, a large piece of land needed to be developed and built.One side only wants a job to fill their stomachs and settle down; the other side needs a lot of low-level coolies who can endure hardships and stand hard work at low prices, and the two hit it off.

But there will always be a day when the dangerous mines will be dug, and the railway that crosses the mountains will always be completed. From then on, the value of hard work and hard work of Chinese workers loses the meaning of existence.

The white people at the bottom feel that the Chinese laborers have seized their original job opportunities and lowered the overall wage level, while the high-level government needs to find a target for the large number of bottom white people to vent their anger in order to transfer the pressure brought about by the economic decline.

So the Chinese who have no use value become the target.

A thin bill was introduced, in exchange for the isolation of the identity and status of the Chinese.Many Chinese who have worked hard all their lives in the United States are not recognized by the United States, and can only live in the dark corners of several big cities with many compatriots in the same situation.

Because they have no status and are black households all their lives.

So they can be bullied, abused, given all kinds of ugly, dirty, evil images, and they can't justify themselves, and no one will listen to their justifications.

The reason why Ah Guang's wife is a Mexican woman is not because he wants to be a foreigner, but because he can't marry a woman in the entire Chinese district, and he can't even see a Chinese woman.

Prohibiting Chinese women from entering the United States is also a way for white people to isolate Chinese people. They hope that Chinese people living in the United States will achieve racial severance.

As for the government of Huaguo at that time, the imperial court of the Qing Dynasty could not care about this.Even the diplomats in China at that time were tied to the fence by the American police like a dog to show off in the street, let alone you, a small Chinese worker who is not even a slave.

Of course, it is not that white people are against Chinese exclusion, and those entrepreneurs and factory owners have clearly sided with Chinese workers.Because they are so cheap, they take half or one-third of the wages and do the work of two or even three people. Such workers are comparable to the black slaves back then.

But even this harsh job is becoming less and less amidst the resistance of many white people.

If the job is gone, the stomach should be hungry. If the stomach is not full, the sallow and thin body is more likely to be bullied, but the court doesn't care about it, so what can he do for a little Yan Xiaoguo.

At this time, Dai Pingan appeared.

Yan Xiaoguo does not expect Dai Pingan to feed many Chinese workers in the United States, but he can be famous as a Chinese.

Notoriety is also a name.

Kicking widows' doors, digging graves, eating confinement milk, scolding dumb people.

Why do they become the four most wicked things, because what they bully are those who cannot fight back.Ordinary people bully those old people and children, beggars and homeless people, who has ever seen ordinary people make trouble for villains.

Humanity is like that.

What Yan Xiaoguo wants Dai Pingan to do is a poisonous snake that is worse than a wicked person.

This is drinking poison to quench thirst, Yan Xiaoguo knew in his heart, but if he persisted for a while, there would be hope for a while, this was Yan Xiaoguo's hope for himself, and also for the court.

Dai Pingan also knew that this was a stupid idea to treat the symptoms but not the root cause, but he couldn't refuse Yan Xiaoguo, because he had no other choice but to choose this non-solution.

He originally wanted to talk about something, such as the prosperity of the country and the prosperity of the people, and the peaceful and prosperous world later, but he thought about Yan Xiaoguo's loyal temperament, and finally gave up.

It is said that time flies the fastest when people are happy. This night, Dai Pingan waited for a long time.When the night of Saint-Denis was thick and black, when Yan Xiaoguo's "Li Lingbei" hummed the last sentence, the whistle of the train finally sounded on the east side of the station.

At five o'clock, it is the most difficult time.

The lazy patrolmen who hid in the train station threw away their cigarette butts. Under the dim light, four wanted warrants that had just been printed overnight were turned out again.The first three portraits are hand-painted, like children's graffiti, and can be ignored. Only the fourth one is printed in black and white.

It was a sallow and thin Chinese man. Someone pulled his messy hair and fixed his head in front of the camera. Although he was struggling and dodging, his face was finally pulled up and pressed against the camera. In front of him, those eyes full of anger and unwillingness were captured by the camera exactly.

Below the photo are the words in bold and bold:
Dai Pingan,
Chinese people,
extremely dangerous,

Once brutally killed and dismembered many police detectives,

Bounty $1000,

Live or die.

After reconfirming the wanted person, five patrolmen walked out of the train station with their guns in hand, and began to check the incoming trains.

The speed of the train entering the station gradually slowed down. As the pressure of the steam engine in the locomotive increased, more and more water vapor gushed out from both sides of the locomotive, mixed with the smell of soot.For a moment, the entire station was shrouded in white mist, and even the street lights on one side were dimmed.

In the rolling white mist, they did not find the figure of the train signalman, and the driver in the locomotive did not move. Instead, there was a burst of humming opera, from far to near, permeating from the depths of the white mist.

"Unfortunately, a certain time in the rivers and lakes,
Spend time in a small boat.

Since that day on the river,

Thirteen Langs came to Tangying. "

The melody of opera is very melodious, full of charm and style, but the person who hums it has not grasped the essence of vocalization, which is a little uncoordinated.

Of course, the patrolmen couldn't hear the incongruity, but after many years in Saint-Denis, they could immediately recognize the lyrics of this opera, which were hummed in Chinese.At the same time, a faint black figure gradually emerged from the other end of the white mist.

Dai Pingan?
Alarm bells rang in everyone's hearts, and they followed the train with their guns in hand, searching for the black shadow deep in the white mist.The singing was getting closer and closer, and the black shadow in the white mist became more and more clear. When they finally saw the appearance of the black shadow clearly, the last patrolman finally walked out of the waiting shed of the station.

No one noticed that at this time there was a person squatting on the roof of the carport, condescending, like an eagle, examining his prey.

"Wow!"

When the man jumped down, the big knife had already been swung, and when the man landed, half of the last patrolman's body also slanted and slid on the ground.The man walked with the knife, following the inertia of the tiger-headed sword dancing, the blade less than two feet high was swung again, and the two patrolmen who hadn't turned around were also decapitated.

When the patrolman at the front reacted and turned around, the colleague who was following him had been cut down and fell to the ground. The neck went limp.

He picked up the wanted warrant on the ground, wiped off the blood stains on the blade, and put it back in his sleeve.Only then did Dai Pingan take the big knife handed by Yan Xiaoguo, and gave the patrolman who was still struggling on the ground a good time.

Yan Xiaoguo's ghost-headed broadsword is three feet and two feet long, and the blade of this tiger-headed sword is less than one foot and seven feet long, but it is already the limit of Dai Ping'an's ability to perform normally.Last night, Lao Huang said that the three-foot two-foot sword is often used for display because it is not easy to wield.

Shrouded in fog, Yan Xiaoguo and Dai Pingan were dressed exactly the same, both wearing a black manor hat, a black shotgun coat and fashionable trousers, and a black veil on their faces, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

According to the previous plan, the two passed by, as if a pair of souls had completed the exchange.Yan Xiaoguo's figure was submerged in the white mist, and a faint question mark was left between the blend of black and white:

"Iron Spear, Wang Yanzhang?"

"Qin Opera "Goujiatan". How is my singing?"

Dai Ping'an didn't get an answer. Turning around, Yan Xiaoguo's figure had disappeared into the thick white mist.

"Cut! I don't know how to appreciate it."

Putting the tiger-headed broadsword on his back, Dai Pingan dangled the gun in his hand, and walked out of the white mist. The black Dai Pingan appeared under the lights of the platform, and the desolate and hoarse Qin opera sounded again——

"The boat goes to the heart of the river to speak,

A certain family told him an example,
Rich people often come and go,

Those who have no money lay down the river. "

"boom!"

The gate of the train station was kicked open, and three people, one heavy and two light, broke in. Under the dim light, there was no one in the empty train station.

"The young man became angry when he heard the words,
Knock someone down the river with a knife, "

Two light-footed people pried open the iron door of the freight station, while the heavy-footed one walked towards the ticket sales place step by step.

"We two fought for a long time,
Regardless of defeat or strength,
I was careless and unprepared for a while,
The crow's goose paw hit a certain person's chest.

Li Cunxiao suppressed Ding Yanzhang,

A certain promise, while he is alive, he will never dare to oppose Datang! "

The two started to move things outside, and the one with heavy steps finally stopped.The trembling conductor hiding under the counter closed his eyes because of fear, and the opera was humming on the other side of the counter.

The conductor swears to God in his heart that as long as he can survive this time, he will never make things difficult for those Chinese people when selling tickets in the future, and he will not charge them an extra penny.

"Li Ke killed Germany with wine,
It's a pity that General Tiger Fighter is impermanent.

Five cows are divided into corpses and kept as filial generals,
Wang Yanzhang has since protected Daliang. "

Dai Ping'an had almost finished singing "Goujiatan" in the Qin Opera, and Javier and his wife moved out all their belongings. Seeing how happy they were, they knew that everything was going well.

Dai Pingan nodded to them and lit a match.

The hoarse opera sound stopped, and the conductor opened his eyes subconsciously. A long lead wire was hanging down from the ticket gate, sparking sparks.

"Click!"

At the same time, the sound of the pistol hammer moving sounded overhead: "How long do you want to hide?"

The conductor had to come out. After taking a look, he kept his head down and didn't dare to look up. Although the other party was wearing a mask, it was difficult to guess who the other party was.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I know." The voice of the conductor was trembling. He just pasted the wanted notice on the wall this morning.What was even more frightening was that a bundle of explosives was placed on the ticket gate. According to the length of the lead wire, it would be blown up here in a short time.

"It's good to know." Dai Pingan didn't care about the explosives around him at all. He took out two one-cent coins and threw them over:
"One for you as a memento. The other for Deputy Bob Robinson. It's his. I was in a hurry and forgot to give it. Believe me, he won't say no.

Do you remember what I said? "

"Remember!" The conductor caught the two coins and held them tightly in his hands.

"Then you're not leaving yet?"

The conductor turned and ran, and Dai Pingan took out his pistol.

"Bah!"

The conductor's running body shook, and Dai Ping'an's voice came from behind:

"Hurry up, Sheriff Robinson is still waiting."

Seeing that the conductor was scrambling and running away, Dai Pingan pulled out the lead wire of the bundle of explosives and replaced it with a longer one.

The sudden gunshots broke the tranquility of Saint-Denis in the morning, and the patrolmen on horseback at several street corners all rushed towards the train station.On the way, they met the distraught conductor and found the train that was gradually accelerating.

"Go around!" the captain of the patrol ordered.

Going directly from the train station was the fastest option, but the news brought by the conductor made them choose to run a little longer and bypass the telegraph office in front of the station to intercept the train.

"boom!"

The telegraph office exploded, and the impact of the explosion mixed the parts of the precision instruments inside with the glass of the windows, and sprayed out along the windows on both sides.The fragments crackled and hit the chasing people. Although the people were fine, the horses were shocked. Some fell to the ground and couldn't get up, and some of them flew the patrolmen directly. I don't know where to go. went.

The road is blocked, and half the communications in Saint-Denis are dead.

Among the remaining patrolmen, those with horses continued to detour and pursue them, while those without horses rushed towards the train station.The train carried a lot of load and started slowly. Although the front of his car had just passed the bombed telegraph office, the carriage full of coal was still dragging on the side of the train station.

As long as you can climb into the carriage, this train will not be able to escape. As for the conductor saying that there is a bomb in it, heh, if there is really a bomb, it should have been blown up long ago.

"boom!"

The train station was also bombed.

After such a toss, the speed of the train finally increased.

This is a freight train with seven cars. Except for the coal car behind the locomotive and a flat car for loading, the next five cars are full of coal cars.

"Yanzhang hit the north slope on horseback,

There are more new graves than old ones. "

At this time, Dai Ping'an was sitting on a pile of coal in a van, dodging bullets while fighting back the fish that slipped through the net after catching up.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

With two shots in a row, two scorching steel balls hit the patrolmen who wanted to approach like a torrential rain, and the three patrolmen immediately rolled into a ball with their horses.

"Han Guangwu, newly buried,

The old tomb is buried with Han Xiaohe. "

The locomotive had already driven out of the urban area of ​​Saint-Denis, and there were a large number of factories in front of it. He estimated the distance and began to wave to Javier behind him.After Javier received the signal, he undid the connection hook of the last van and threw an oil lamp on it.

The oil lamp was shattered, and the pile of coal that had been sprinkled with kerosene burned instantly, and it burned more and more. On the contrary, although the van that lost traction continued to move forward by inertia, its speed kept decreasing.Javier did the same, igniting the five coal-filled vans one by one, then unhooked the connecting hooks and let them slide by themselves.

Losing the restraint of the five-car carriage, the speed of the locomotive increased sharply, and finally left Saint-Denis completely, driving on the railway bridge built in the mud of the Black Marsh.As long as they drive through this section, the patrolmen of Saint-Denis will not be able to catch up with them at all.

It's a pity that things were not as good as imagined. Dozens of patrolmen who had chosen to take a detour came up from the left rear. They rushed onto the bridge of the Comasa River, and their position was exactly parallel to the train.

The horses sprinted faster than the train, and the patrolmen chased after them step by step, and they raised the repeating rifles in their hands.The leader was the patrol captain, and Javier could even see the hideous face on the other side.

"Qinglong buried Han Xin on his back,

Zhuge was buried in front of Wuzhangyuan. "

Accompanied by the sound of the Anhuang accent and the almost roaring sound of the Qin opera, Dai Pingan lifted the sheet cloth on the flatbed carriage, revealing the terrifying weapon underneath, which ended an era.

Under the sun, looking at the brass sleeve, which was shining yellow and almost the color of gold bars, the ferocity on the captain's face turned into fear in an instant, but it was too late.

"Da da da……"

Brilliant flowers bloomed at the muzzle of Maxim, and bullets flew towards the opposite bridge at a speed of [-] rounds per minute.The bullets hit the steel fence and splashed with sparks, but the ones that were not blocked by the fence pierced into the flesh one after another, and as the flesh and blood flew across, they made blood holes one after another.

How unstoppable the momentum of dozens of patrolmen on horseback rushing out, how tragic is the situation when these dozens of patrolmen are shot down by continuous bullets.

Maxim's bullet swept the patrol on the bridge from beginning to end.

Some people were shot in the vitals and died on the spot; some had their hands and feet broken, and were crushed by dead horses crying for help; there was also a few people who were particularly lucky, relying on their riding skills, they hid themselves in stirrups. He hid in the past, but Dai Ping'an couldn't help but came again from the beginning to the end.

This time his muzzle was lowered.

Saint-Denis mounted patrolman,
obsolete.

"Life is never taken lightly,

What are you afraid of even if you die? "

Dai Ping'an's Qin opera has finally come to an end.

Whether it is the current Maxim machine gun, or the previous bundles of explosives, including the kerosene poured on the coal pile, these are all provided by Yan Xiaoguo for Dai Pingan, in order to make their order bigger and stronger today.

And Dai Pingan did not disappoint him. When the bridge of the Comasa River became a bloody hell, the vans that Dai Pingan had left in the Saint-Denis industrial area before began to react.

In the blazing van, the full load of coal burned more and more vigorously, and finally burned the explosives buried deep in it.Accompanied by the sound of "boom", thousands of coals with flames and high temperature were blasted into the sky, and then scattered and fell everywhere, smashing everywhere.

Then the second, the third...

After the five vans were blown up, the entire industrial area was covered by countless burning coals, and several large coals were blown into a wall with the slogan "Strictly No Fireworks" written on it. Hurray braving flames.

Fortunately, it was still dark and the workers did not go to work, so there was no personal injury, but unfortunately, because no one went to work, there was not enough manpower to extinguish so many fires at the same time.

Soon, countless fire points became a sea of ​​flames, and the industrial area of ​​Saint-Denis burned, which could not be extinguished.

When countless citizens who were awakened from their sleep by the sound of the explosion were shocked by the billowing smoke in the industrial area, a grey-haired but hale and hearty old man drove a carriage out of the city.

He is a farmer from Hagen Orchards in the Black Marsh, and his car is loaded with tools and nails for house repairs.There were also three pack horses tied to the back of the carriage, which he had prepared for his three disobedient sons who could not be shot to death.

Just as Hosea was leaving the city, a passenger car had just left the Rhodes station, and a local weapon shop owner was beaten to death, so the inspection of the passengers on the car was stricter.

Josiah took out a handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat off his face. He took the train back to Valentine yesterday afternoon to look for rescuers.Beside him, sat a thin man wrapped in a coat, his cuffs were facing Josiah, and there was a cowboy revolver inside.

Before that, in a deserted alley in Saint-Denis, the deputy sheriff Bob Robinson, who had been waiting impatiently, finally saw Yan Xiaoguo who invited him here.The strange thing is that Yan Xiaoguo didn't bring Dai Ping'an's head, nor did he bring the protection fee that rose to [-]% this month. What he brought was only a three-foot-long ghost-head sword with a wide blade and a thick back.

It's just the beginning...

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