America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"Mr. Chen! It's you! You are Mr. Chen!"

Lai Gubei looked at the person in front of him, rubbed his hands excitedly, and was a little incoherent for a while.

"Why, you know me?"

Chen Jianqiu looked at the young man with a smile.

"How could I not know you, almost every Chinese in Cuba knows your name, yes, it can be said to be like thunder."

Lai Gubei considered his own words, and finally chose an idiom that his father taught him.

"Then why don't you come to me directly? The meaning of the Cuban Revolutionary Army?"

Chen Jianqiu was still smiling.

Lai Gubei shook his head:
"No, this batch of arms is used to arm a group of Chinese volunteers led by my father."

Chen Jianqiu was even more puzzled.

He didn't quite understand, since he knew his name, why the Chinese in Cuba would look far away and go to the US government instead of asking for his own help.

If Lai Gubei is a mixed race and doesn't know the situation well, his father Lai Hua should know.

The young man looked a little embarrassed, he hesitated, and seemed to have something to hide.

"But it's okay to say." Chen Jianqiu waved his hand, signaling Lai Gubei not to have too many worries.

"Actually, there are also disputes within the Chinese Volunteer Army. The Chinese in Cuba are mainly Hakka people. They think that you are from HM, you should be from Cantonese or you are closer to Cantonese, so they didn't come to visit you in the end. "

Lai Gubei said.

Chen Jianqiu laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed on the river bank.

Lai Gubei was a little uneasy, he thought he said something wrong, and searched his mind repeatedly for what he just said.

"They think too much, the grievances between the Cantonese and the Hakka people, let's talk about it when I see them later."

Chen Jianqiu did not elaborate on this matter.

Don't persuade others to be kind without suffering from others. These things cannot be explained clearly in a few sentences.

That's not what he cares about now.

"Come with me first, let's talk about weapons."

Chen Jianqiu took Lai Gubei into the town along the river and came to a tavern.

It had been a long time since he had set foot in a small town tavern.

Unlike those towns in the west where there are many people with miscellaneous eyes and the nature of "pornography, gambling and drugs", the taverns in New England are much more simple and simple.

The local residents gather here after they are busy, drinking beer and chatting.

Chen Jianqiu ran to the bar counter reeking of alcohol, and threw a ten-cent silver coin on the bar counter.

The boss understood, took two glasses of beer behind him and handed them to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu handed one of the cups to Lai Gubei.

The two found an empty table and sat down.

"How many Chinese soldiers does your father bring now?" Chen Jianqiu asked after taking a sip of beer.

"More than 500 people." Lai Gubei also took a sip of beer and frowned.

He is obviously not used to this kind of high-alcohol beer.

"What about the equipment?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"The rebel army got some lever-type continuous-fire rifles at first, but they were given priority to the main force, so the only ones that fell into our hands were some old-fashioned single-shot rifles." Lai Gubei replied, "Our previous battle situation In better times, some Spaniards’ rifles were seized, but the supply of ammunition couldn’t keep up, so we had to throw them away.”

"What about heavy weapons?"

"There are basically no heavy weapons. Even if there are, the amount of ammunition can't keep up." Lai Gubei sighed.

Chen Jianqiu put the glass of beer on the table in front of him, leaned against the back of the chair, lost in thought.

After a while, he sat up from the chair and pointed two fingers at Lai Gubei.

"Twenty guns?" The young man's heart skipped a beat, his disappointment hard to hide.

Twenty guns are really a drop in the bucket for their current situation.

Chen Jianqiu almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

This young man is very interesting, and he has everything on his face.

He shook his head.

"Two hundred?" Lai Gubei's mood improved a lot in an instant, and a smile appeared on his face.

Two hundred guns, if equipped with enough bullets, can also bring some firepower enhancement to father's troops, at least they can replace those broken guns with front loading.

This can save a lot of people from dying.

Otherwise, they can only fill up with human lives.

However, Chen Jianqiu still shook his head.

He leaned back in the chair and straightened his clothes.

"I will provide you with two thousand new bolt-action rifles and enough bullets, and I will send someone to teach you how to use them." Chen Jianqiu said lightly.

This time the young man was completely confused.

Happiness came so suddenly that he couldn't believe it was real for a while.

God!Two thousand new rifles, I'm not dreaming, am I?
But Lai Gubei quickly realized a problem, and his expression became gloomy again.

"Mr. Chen, we don't have that much money." He said sadly.

Although the late former Cuban uprising leader Marty raised a lot of funds before the uprising, these funds were gradually depleted as the war progressed and the Spanish Governor-General Villere's strategic policy of "clearing the wall and clearing the country".

The remaining money can be divided into the hands of the Chinese volunteers, even less.

The money to buy the gun this time was pooled from within the Cuban Chinese, and it was not enough to buy two thousand rifles, let alone bullets.

This is too much luxury for them.

"Money, don't worry." Chen Jianqiu waved his hand casually, "As long as the battle is won for that thing, someone will pay for it."

"Oh, that's great!" Lai Gubei became excited again.

"I only have one request, and that is that these guns and bullets are only provided to the Chinese volunteers for the time being, and they are not considered to be supplied to other insurgents." Chen Jianqiu put forward a request of his own.

Lai Gubei understood this request.

But soon he asked another question and frowned again: "But what about the Federation's order prohibiting the export of weapons?"

"This is not your concern." Chen Jianqiu stared at the young man in front of him, "I will arrange to leave from the port in Mexico."

The two of them were separated by a table, but Lai Gubei felt an invisible pressure.

"Your blood also flows with the blood of the descendants of the Yellow Emperor. I am a few years older than you, so I would like to say a few words as a person who has experienced it. Young people should move forward without hesitation. Since I have promised you, I must have a way to do it. "

"Okay, I understand." Lai Gubei sat up straight and nodded seriously.

The next day, when Lieutenant Rhodes woke up from a hangover, he found that Chen Jianqiu himself had left the small town of Rock Springs, leaving only a lawyer and the arsenal to sign the agreement.

On the contrary, the lawyer brought a sentence to Lieutenant Rhodes for Chen Jianqiu:

Thank you for the hospitality, the wine is delicious,
As for the reason for Chen Jianqiu's departure, Rhodes asked several times, and the lawyer said that he was not very clear about it. It might be that Boss Chen had something urgent to deal with in New York.

Of course Chen Jianqiu has urgent matters.

After arriving in New York, he asked the financial center to send the order to Roswell, and the factory prepared the goods, passed customs from Juarez, and then transported them by rail to the port for boarding.

Two thousand bolt-action rifles are not too much pressure for the Roswell Armory, let alone delivered in batches.

As for the set of operations for exiting the customs itself, it is also familiar with the road without any problems.

The main reason why Chen Jianqiu traveled in such a hurry was that he wanted to go to Cuba himself.

The reason why he was not in a hurry to bring out all the things about his advanced guys was because he had to see what the Second War of Independence in Cuba was like now. (end of this chapter)