America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 450 No garlic, do you want bullets

The dwarf had already thought up today's plan in front of Master Guan yesterday.

Two dogs fight, play off.

He doesn't care who is the snipe or the clam between Binggongtang and Ruiduantang, since he is the very clever fisherman anyway.

Yes, fisherman.

After the people from Baoliangtang entered the battlefield, they immediately disrupted the battle situation.

The members of the other two halls didn't understand what was going on at first.

They all thought that the other side was coming for reinforcements.

It wasn't until Shorty and several well-known thugs appeared in the crowd that the gang finally realized that Baoliangtang was involved.

Yan Qingshan finally caught the bald head, the two of them were in the midst of a fierce battle and had no time to take care of their gang.

They had to follow one principle.

That is, except for the members of their own gang, they are all enemies.

As a result, the scene became even more chaotic. Some people simply started hacking, while others began to consider retreating.

Bao Liang Tang, who was waiting for work at leisure, soon gained the advantage and began to clear the field.

"Yan Qingshan! It's a one-on-one fight! You fucking have the face to call a helper!" The bald head cursed after dodging the old man's slash.

Out of the corner of his eye, he just saw the dwarf knock down one of his capable subordinates with an axe.

"Fart you! I, Yan Qingshan, have been in Chinatown for so many years, relying on" Yan Qingshan slashed at his ax with a bald head.

But his words also stopped abruptly.

Because the old man also saw the dwarf, and witnessed him hitting one of his disciples on the back with an axe.

"Xiamizi! What do you mean?" Yan Qingshan shouted sharply, continuing to fight with the bald head.

The dwarf is a character who doesn't talk too much. He greets people with an ax and kills Yan Qingshan and the bald head.

The bald head reacted faster than the old man. He looked around and found that his gang was wounded and fled, and there were not many left.

And the periphery is now full of people from Baoliangtang.

Even a fool could see at this moment that the dwarf had tricked them.

However, it is impossible to join forces with Yan Qingshan to defeat the enemy.

Not to mention whether the two of them can fight together now, even if they can still fight against one, it will be more difficult for you to make the two people who were fighting each other unanimously attack each other in a blink of an eye.

Baldheads have better ideas.

He is going to run away.

The bald head swung the ax in his hand and threw it towards Yan Qingshan.

Seeing the ax flying, the old man swung the Guan knife and knocked the ax away.

This also exposed flaws.

The bald Zong Wenkai stepped forward and slipped away from Old Man Yan.

"Get out!" The bald man gave the order without looking back, and his own people had already rushed out.

His little brothers saw that the boss had run away, and they were also ready to run away.

As a result, it was completely blocked by the people surrounding Baoliangtang.

Yan Qingshan didn't intend to run away.

Although his sword skills are not yet scattered, but after all he is old.

The battle just now had exhausted his physical strength a lot.

In addition, the cut wounds on his body were still bleeding.

Yan Qingshan's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he swung his knife and rushed towards the dwarf.

The dwarf took two steps back, avoiding Yan Qingshan's first knife, reached into his pocket and grabbed something, and threw it towards the old man's face.

He had no intention of confronting the old man head-on at all.

A handful of quicklime landed firmly on Yan Qingshan's face.

"Ah~"

Yan shook his head and let out a scream, still holding the knife in his hand, with his eyes closed, shaking his head desperately.

At this moment, his face was covered with sweat, his eyes could not be opened at all, and his whole face was in burning pain.

He was like a blind lion, waving his Guan knife, preventing anyone from approaching him.

But Yan Qingshan is not the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun after all.

The people from Baoliangtang rushed forward and quickly subdued the old man.

The hall master was captured, and the people under him lost the desire to fight, and dropped their weapons one after another, intending to surrender.

"Zha Dongxiong, you sinister and vicious bastard! How dare you cheat!" Yan Qingshan was pressed to the ground by four or five big men, still cursing and dissatisfied.

"Didn't I learn from you, didn't you do the drugging of the bald man last time?" The dwarf didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

Although he really wanted to send the old man in front of him to the west with an axe now.

But considering that Yan Qingshan is in the piggy business.

This business chain has not been completely settled, and he is still reluctant to let the old man die.

Just as Cha Dongxiong was having a sweet dream.

The people under him who were cleaning the battlefield suddenly stood in place and looked up to the other side of the street.

"Boss, there seems to be a voice over there." The subordinates looked at the dwarf blankly.

The dwarf frowned, and he seemed to have heard something.

"Oh, no, Boss, there are also over there!" Another person pointed to another street and exclaimed, "It sounds like the sound of horseshoes!"

The last street, the street where they came, also had a similar movement.

The dwarf was a little dazed.

San Francisco police?

Don't they never care about Chinatown?Moreover, there is no such a big movement!
But he soon lost his confusion.

A group of men in black riding fast horses appeared at the end of the three streets.

This group of people all had yellow-skinned faces, and the leader shouted loudly in Chinese: "Put down your weapons! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

Cha Dongxiong couldn't think of Chinatown at all, or even where there was such a Chinese armed force around.

But how could he, who had just achieved a phased victory, be caught without a fight?

"Mom, where did you come from again?" The dwarf waved his hands at the subordinates behind him, "Ready to continue working, I don't think there are many of them!"

The people on horseback saw that the people from Baoliangtang had no intention of surrendering and were not in a hurry, so they stopped their horses about ten steps away from them.

It is the Long Xiang group, Chen Jianqiu's personal soldier.

They got off their horses without haste, and took off the Roswell bolt-action rifles from their backs.

Without a second warning, these well-trained Chinese soldiers started shooting at the Po Leung Tong men.

Bullets were fired from three directions, dense and accurate.

The gang members who were still holding weapons were shot and fell to the ground one after another.

"Let's go! There are few of them, and if they get in, they can't do anything!"

The dwarf picked up the ax and planned to fight again.

Seeing that they were about to charge, the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side took out another gun from the horse.

This gun was modified from the prototype gun of the model 8 semi-automatic rifle invented by Browning before.

At that time, Chen Jianqiu asked the arsenal to produce some and sent them to the Border Detective Agency for trial use.

The ones that the Longchamp team is holding now have been modified according to the opinions of the trial.

The magazine was expanded to hold ten rounds.

Although it is still prone to failure under harsh conditions, the rate of fire still has some gaps compared with the later Chicago typewriters, but it is more than enough to deal with hooligans on the streets of the city.

After a burst of "da da da" volley, the charging Baoliangtang gang members fell down like being cut wheat.

The rogues' front quickly crumbled.

The dwarf was extremely desperate looking at the younger brothers who were crying for their parents and fleeing in all directions.

The Chinese soldiers on the opposite side who were calmly reloading made him suddenly feel in a trance.

Where did these people come from?

The weapons in their hands have never been seen before, or even unheard of.

Not to mention the police in San Francisco, even the regular federal army, the firepower is not so fierce.

run!
That was the only thing on the dwarf's mind right now.

And his legs were obviously faster than his brain.

The people in Baoliangtang didn't care about Yan Qingshan and others who were captured by them at all, and started to escape on their own.

Seeing that the other side was running away, Li Sifu raised his arms high and gave orders to the soldiers behind him:
"Brothers, arrest people! Boss Chen said that the three hall masters must be brought before him before lunch! Live or die! Live the best!"

The people from Long Xiang's group didn't even need to mount their horses, they just chased after them.

Needless to say, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, Yan Qingshan was the first to be caught, and Zha Dongxiong didn't run far. He was shot in the thigh by Li Sifu, and then he was carried on the horse like he was carrying garbage.

As for Zong Wenkai.

After the bald head ran far away, he suddenly realized that he was the only one left.

After a while of fighting, I felt hungry.

He caught a glimpse of a noodle stall on the side of the street.

"Boss, here is a bowl of noodles!" Zong Wenkai sat down on the stool by the street table.

The noodles were quickly brought to him.

The bald head pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table.

The surface is smooth and white, without any toppings.

"Boss! Is there any garlic?!" The bald man yelled loudly while sucking his noodles.

Suddenly, a cold gun barrel pressed against his head.

The voice of the owner of the gun reached his ears.

"No garlic, do you want bullets?"

(End of this chapter)