America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 462 I Have a Plan!Darkness
"Do you care about things in the open area or not?"

In a Confederate barracks on the border, Kutcher confronted an officer sitting in front of him with his hands on his hips.

The officer's name was Bruce Thorne, he had the rank of colonel, and he was in charge of overseeing the opening of the entire Oklahoma area.

At this time, he was sitting carelessly on his chair, listening to the complaints of the president of the colonists' association in front of him.

"Listen, sir, those Chinese are encroaching on our survival territory! They should have disappeared from this country seven years ago!"

Couch stared at the officer and said.

"They are all legal American citizens. They have been registered at the land office. My people have checked and there is no problem." Colonel Thorne replied lazily.

"But they have weapons! Very powerful weapons! There are also a large number of armed men! They injured my horse! My people!" Couch was a little anxious.

"As far as I know, you were the ones who went to attack their camp first, and they kept their hands back and didn't directly attack you. You should feel lucky!" Thorne looked as if he had checked the details.

"That's because they cheated! They set out first! Occupied there!" Couch raised his tone.

The colonel's cheeks twitched.

There is a problem with saying this!

The border line is supervised by the colonel and his soldiers, and the emptying work before the opening is also done by the colonel's people.

Couch's words were basically accusing the colonel of dereliction of duty.

Colonel Thorne put his hands on the table and stared at Couch intently:

"Mr. Couch, your accusation is baseless, no one has entered there before the border was opened!"

He knocked on the table and changed the topic: "On the contrary, your association, if I remember correctly, has brought people into the territory without authorization over and over again since a few years ago, and even followed the stationed Confederate troops exchanged fire."

"When it comes to weapons, don't you claim to have 'Thousand Warriors'? Isn't it full of martial arts? I have no skills, why come to me to complain?"

Colonel Thorne turned his back on the customer, and what he said made Couch's face turn red and turn pale.

"The federal army sure doesn't care about the territory, right?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"No matter! You got the land in Oklahoma, you are Oklahoma people, you can solve your own affairs, as long as the Oklahoma Territory does not become independent, and there is no humanitarian disaster, we will not intervene! "

The colonel leaned back in the chair again and began to close his eyes to rest.

Kuqi saw that the colonel didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, so he left the barracks angrily.

Colonel Thorne walked into his camp after Couch left.

A small suitcase lay beside his pillow.

The colonel opened the lid, and a golden light shone from within.

This box was sent by a Chinese in common clothes not long ago.

"Mr. Chen asked me to bring it to you." The Chinese said, "He said he had nothing else to do, but just wanted to bring you some souvenirs to thank you for your hard work during this time!"

Seeing the golden light, a smile appeared on the colonel's lips.

He walked out of his tent, returned to the big tent, and gave orders to his subordinates:
"No one cares about the affairs in the territory! Do you understand?"

"Obey! My sir!"

After returning to the camp, Couch called the core members of the Colonists Association, sat around the campfire, and began to discuss countermeasures.

"The federal army said it doesn't matter." Couch fiddled with the bonfire with a branch.

"They don't care, we'll do it ourselves." The braided man slapped his thigh and said excitedly.

Next to him was a scruffy fat man with curly hair picking his nose.

"We can't beat the other side. It's not like you didn't miss the iron lump on the car yesterday. It's too scary."

The fat man said with lingering fear.

"If you put those two things on the bridge, even God can't get through it!"

"Strong attack is not enough, we can outsmart it!" The man with braids showed dissatisfaction.

Everyone looked at Couch who said nothing.

The president is still poking the bonfire with branches.

Seeing this, the braided man stood up and clenched his fists:

"President, do you still remember that a few years ago, we fought a bloody battle with the federal army on the banks of the Steele River? At that time, we were not even timid!"

"Later we were all caught!" Fatty added.

"That's because we didn't have enough strength at that time! We didn't have enough weapons!" The braided man ignored the fat man.

He is still passionate.

"Look, didn't we all come here under the leadership of the president? Compared with that time, we are considered stronger now! At that time, everyone didn't back down. Are we going to admit defeat now?"

"Good!" Cook finally stopped playing with the bonfire with the broken branch in his hand.

He stood up.

The braided man's words seemed to arouse his long-lost passion.

"Yes, the members of the Association will never admit defeat! The land on the other side of the river is ours!"

Cook clenched his fists.

But how to get back this piece of land?

Thinking of those few iron bumps spraying death, Corki sat down again.

The shock brought by that thing is too strong, and his hand-cranked Gatling looks like a toy in front of them.

He looked around.

Most of the people also showed embarrassment, and the fat man seemed to be lying flat.

"Let's discuss, what should we do?" He picked up his own branch again.

"President, I have a plan!" The braided man said suddenly, "According to my observation, the river here is not deep."

"Nonsense, it's up to you? If it was deep, how could I fall like this?" The fat man rolled up his sleeves, revealing a large bruise on his arm, "Fortunately, I have rough skin and thick flesh, otherwise this arm would The confession is here!"

"Shut up, don't interrupt!" Couch stopped the fat man from complaining, he turned to the man with braids, "Go on."

"I don't think we need to cross the river on the bridge. I can take my brothers to cross it in the dead of night." said the braided man.

"and then?"

"Then? Then we sneaked into their camp and set fire to it!" The braided man grinned grimly and glanced at the people around him, "I'm sure everyone is familiar with this kind of thing!"

"Tents are connected one by one. As long as a fire is started, the camp of thousands of people will definitely be in chaos. If not, the fire will grow bigger and bigger, and it will not be extinguished at all! It won't take one night. , the opposite camp will be reduced to ashes!"

Everyone's genes seemed to be awakened.

"Yes! Burn them!"

"In the middle of the night, they must have been unprepared!"

The braided man's face was flushed with excitement, and Kutcher also showed the long-lost excitement.

"Okay! That's it! Midnight, cross the river!"

A busy day passes quickly.

People in the camps on both sides are busy with their own affairs.

The pioneers of the association began to look around for wood and stones that could build shelters, and then transported them to their own land to build shelters for themselves.

On Chen Jianqiu's side, the speed was much faster.

A lot of construction materials were transported by train from outside, and the construction of farms or ranches, and even cities, also had preliminary plans.

Zhang Danian's thousand or so Chinese soldiers turned into construction workers and began to build their own homes on this land.

With the experience of building Roswell, everything became logical.

The most important thing is that from time to time, behind the wooden walls of the camp on the other side of the river, there will be a huge roar, like a steam engine, or something else.

Kuqi and his subordinates watched helplessly as Li Sifu and his men laid wooden stakes on the river bank.

These men worked till dark.

They stretched barbed wire between the stakes.

"Hey, they actually pulled the barbed wire, that's not easy to deal with!" A person next to Couch said, "Could they have been wary?"

"Well, look at the barbed wire, there are all kinds of spikes, it will hurt if you get scratched." Another person touched his nose.

The fat man laughed when he heard this.

He turned and returned to the tent.

When he came out again, he was holding a huge long-handled pliers in his hand.

"Hey, fat man, why do you have everything?" The braided man looked at the fat man and the pliers in his hand, but he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

"We pioneers, of course, have everything." The fat man grabbed the two long handles of the pliers with both hands, and performed a scissoring motion.

"With this thing, no amount of barbed wire can stop us, just look at it!"

(End of this chapter)