America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Niu San is in his forties this year.

His father, who was originally an honest farmer, was caught as a long hair by the government, and he lost his head.

That year, he was just at the age of youth.

So, he followed his elder brother, Niu Er, and cast Changmao, followed the King of England, and joined Zhang Danian's command.

You say I am long-haired, so I am long-haired.

When he returned to Tongcheng, Niu San was the first to rush into the government office, chopped off the master's head, hung it on a pole, and hung it outside the courtyard wall.

Later, things failed, and he traveled across the ocean with Zhang Danian, and came to the United States. After his brother died, he struggled to survive.

Years and suffering have smoothed his edges and corners, making him a little disheartened.

But the appearance of Chen Jianqiu ignited a fire in his heart.

He is like this, and those around him are also like this.

Among the resumes of these people, there is a professional experience, which is rebellion!

Meyer didn't know this, and Lynch and Dolby couldn't possibly know it.

So, a few days ago, when a few of them were called to the oil tank warehouse and temporarily informed that they were going to transport oil tank trucks and were not allowed to carry weapons, Niu San was the first to raise an objection.

He said to Meyer in unfamiliar English:
"Sir! You also know that the last convoy transporting oil tankers was robbed. We have no weapons and cannot guarantee our own safety!"

Meyer had just learned of the plan at this time, and he was thinking about what Lynch meant, so he pointed absently at the heavily armed factory guards and Detective Pinkerton outside:

"With their protection, nothing will happen to you."

Niu San glanced at the pitch-black guns in those people's hands, and sneered.

As a rebel with rich combat experience, he couldn't be more familiar with such words.

These guns, I am afraid they will not be used to protect themselves.

A Pinkerton detective came in from outside the warehouse.

He looked around and saw that everything was almost ready, and he mumbled something to Meyer.

"Immediately! Let's go!" Meyer shouted into the warehouse, and led the horse out by himself.

It seemed that it was too late to go back to get the weapon. Niu San looked around the warehouse, and finally found a lot of hammers, fixed wrenches and a toolbox in the corner of the wall.

Niu San winked at the other Chinese workers.

These people quickly understood what he meant.

Niu San pretended to check the oil tank truck, and went around to the back of the truck, while the others stood beside the carriage, blocking the sight of the detectives at the door for him.

Niu San quietly touched the corner of the wall, quickly picked up the tools, and passed them one by one to other people.

And he himself returned to the side of the carriage, and stuffed a pair of scissors he found in the toolbox under his seat.

Shortly after the convoy entered Mount Blanca, Lynch stopped the convoy.

He looked up to observe the surrounding terrain, then got off the horse, and nodded to Duby beside him.

"It's not bad here, let's do it here."

Dolby called aside a Pinkerton detective who was wearing a blue bow tie, and whispered in his ear for a while.

The detective's expression was surprised at first, then hesitant, and then became serious.

"We have to do this, think about our dead brothers." Dolby patted his arm and whispered, "They outsiders should pay the price."

The detective made up his mind, and he told the following detectives and members of the factory protection team the order one by one.

Most of these people did not hesitate at all. They carried guns and skillfully surrounded the convoy.

"Hurry up! Come down!" They pointed their guns at the Chinese workers in the car.

"Is it useful to tie those Chinese laborers to the kerosene truck?" Dolby walked to Lynch's side.

"Chen Jianqiu will definitely save them." Lin Qi smiled sinisterly, "I know him well, this is his weakness, meaningless sense of responsibility."

Duby also laughed: "Then, they will be buried in the sea of ​​fire and our bullets together with these Chinese workers."

The two turned their backs to the direction of the convoy.

Just let the younger brothers do these things. When they were younger brothers, they did a lot of these things.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly a detective scolded from behind them.

Lynch and Dolby turned around hastily.

The detective who was ordered by Dolby was standing in front of Niu San's car at the moment, bending down to look under the tanker.

There, a transparent liquid was dripping drop by drop.

A familiar smell hits my face.

"It's coal~" Before he finished speaking, the scene suddenly changed.

Niu San beside him had already put his arms around his neck, with all his strength, he lost his balance, dragged him over, and blocked him.

Niu San leaned against the oil tank, and the scissors in his other hand were already pressed against the detective's neck.

"Come on, let's die together! Rabbits, when your grandpa and I killed the braided army, you were still breastfeeding in your mother's arms!" Niu San stared at the Pinkerton detectives around like a fierce tiger. .

The guns of the surrounding detectives were all raised, aiming at this fearless Chinese worker.

But they were cautious, afraid that he would kill the detective in front of him with a pair of scissors.

More importantly, he was afraid of detonating the oil tank behind him.

These oil tank trucks were gathered together, originally prepared by Lynch for Chen Jianqiu, once it exploded, it would really be a huge bomb, and everyone in the vicinity would be thrown into the sky.

The detectives focused their attention on Niu San, and the other Chinese workers stretched their hands under their seats.

"The original plan remains unchanged." Lynch was very calm and gave the order. "Back! Stay away from the tanker!"

"Which Chinese workers dare to move, they will be killed."

The detectives woke up from their hesitation and prepared to retreat.

Niu San was extremely anxious.

He knew that when this group of people retreated into the woods, when he and his companions would face death.

He didn't care much, and a roar resounded through the valley.

"Go!"

Almost at the same time, these veterans pulled out the hammers and wrenches under their seats, and like hungry tigers pouncing on their food, they rushed towards the nearest detectives.

These young detectives were taken aback by this sudden attack. They did not expect that these honest-looking Chinese laborers were all so brave.

Even though they had guns in their hands, and even though they had an absolute superiority in numbers, in an instant, seven or eight people were thrown to the ground and received a heavy hammer on their heads.

The scene was in chaos.

"boom!"

The gun in Dolby's hand rang and hit a Huagong in the back.

The Chinese laborer had just killed a Pinkerton detective with a hammer, and was about to get up and look for a second prey.

After being shot, his body tilted, but he did not fall down, but continued to stand up.

He turned around and faced Dolby with a ferocious expression, like a ghost.

Duby could clearly see that the wound on his chest was bleeding out.

Even though the captain had seen the world, he was also frightened. He took a few steps back and quickly reset the hammer with his thumb, ready to fire the second shot.

"boom!"

Another shot.

But it wasn't the Chinese worker who was shot, but Dolby himself.

His head was pierced by a bullet.

Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out intensively, and a row of detectives fell down like cut wheat.

On the mountain road not far away, the dust was flying, and a horse team came like a gust of wind.

The people on the horse, everyone was holding guns, and their guns were aimed at the Pinkerton detectives here.

And the one who pierced Captain Dolby's head just now was the one in the team who bore the brunt, the first one.

Chen Jianqiu.