America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 563 My surname is Chen, Chen Yucheng's Chen

Once Chen Jianqiu's gun fired, it was almost bloody.

Six "lucky" Spanish soldiers were chosen.

Blood flowers bloomed in different parts of their bodies.

Those who were shot were either killed or injured, and quickly lost their combat effectiveness.

Before they lost consciousness, they could only faintly see a little golden light looming in the rising dust and mist.

Almost at the same time, Camilla also had a pistol in her hand.

The shape of this pistol is somewhat similar to the one used by Camilla in New York before, but the overall size is much larger.

The pistol before was Browning's first automatic pistol to test the waters. The main design idea was for Camilla's self-defense.

But the former No. [-] female bounty in the Western Conference was not very satisfied with the power of the pistol after seeing blood.

"Mr. Browning, you don't have to worry about whether I can handle it. That's something housewives worry about." Camilla said in the telegram.

At the same time, at the instigation of Chen Jianqiu, she also put forward a lot of very harsh demands.

For example, it is required to be able to shoot under harsh conditions, and the structure should be as simple as possible.

As a result, Browning, who was far away in Roswell, lost a lot of hair.

He had to upsize the pistol to use 11.43 mm (0.45 in) bullets.

After more than half a year of experimentation and improvement, the gun was officially produced.

Browning named it "L1895".

However, when Chen Jianqiu took the package of the sample gun from the postman and opened it, he found that the gun looked familiar.

It was the later famous M1911.

Chen Jianqiu secretly felt that he was about to get rich again.

Camilla quickly emptied the pistol's magazine.

A total of seven rounds, ten meters away, knocked down five people.

Four of them chose different goals from Chen Jianqiu,
This is the tacit understanding formed between husband and wife.

Only the first person is unlucky.

He was shot by the couple's guns at the same time, one shot in the lower abdomen and one shot in the chest, blood gushed out like a fountain, and he went to see God soon.

In less than ten seconds, Chen Jianqiu and his wife killed half of the Spanish soldiers.

The members of Longxiang Group pulled out their weapons from the ammunition box one after another.

The weapon delivered this time is the Roswell 1888 with a box magazine. It is an updated and iterative type, and the bomb is still pressed from above, so the reloading rate is still very fast.

The soldiers of Long Xiang's group quickly wiped out the remaining Spanish soldiers after they picked up their guns.

Without the special request of the chief, these people have no habit of keeping alive.

The Spanish soldiers who did not die were quickly filled with guns and died terribly.

Santos has been with these Chinese soldiers for a while, so he was not too surprised, but he hid far away when the battle started;

But Diaz and his coachmen were different.

They saw with their own eyes that the Chinese soldiers in front of them beat the Spaniards who had arrived into a sieve in less than 2 minutes.

None survived.

Diaz has mixed feelings now.

He was dazed and at a loss.

He didn't know what to do, what to say.

At the same time, he was also afraid and trembling.

The people in front of them murdered without blinking their eyes.

Killing twenty is also killing, killing thirty is also killing, not bad for him and the coachmen under him.

But at the same time, he actually felt a little refreshed in his heart.

On weekdays, the Spanish soldiers riding on their heads died just like that, and there was no room for fighting back.

Or lying, or lying, or curled up on the ground, like a dead dog.

"Hey buddy, we are going to change the destination, what do you think?"

Chen Jianqiu asked the people from Long Xiang's group to dispose of the corpse, and pick up some useful things by the way.

And he himself walked up to Dias with his golden revolver.

The shiny golden revolver twirled a few times in Chen Jianqiu's hands before returning to the holster around his waist.

Dias shivered.

Although Chen Jianqiu's expression was smiling, he still saw a trace of coldness in the Chinese's eyes.

"Then, where is that going?" Dias asked cautiously.

"Go to Saji in the south, a small fishing village. The ammunition in the car is all for the rebels." Chen Jianqiu said bluntly.

His eyes never left Dias.

Dias shook involuntarily.

Of course he understood what Chen Jianqiu meant.

Such confidential things were told to him without reservation.

Or just get on the same boat and walk all the way to the dark, join them, and transport arms for the rebel army.

Or he might end up like the Spanish soldiers who died in front of him, with a few more holes in his body, and the corpse was eaten by wild animals.

It looks like there is a choice, but in fact there is no choice.

Dias slapped his thigh fiercely:
"Join the rebels! That would be great, I've been wanting to do it for a long time. Like I said on the road, there's just no chance, these damn Spaniards should be dead!"

He eagerly said to Chen Jianqiu.

50.00% of the truth, plus 50.00% of being forced and helpless.

"Lai Gubei! What is the most important thing to join the rebel army?" Chen Jianqiu turned his head and shouted loudly to the young man standing beside the carriage.

"Courage!" Lai Gubei replied.

"anything else?"

"Belief!"

"anything else?"

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Seeing that Lai and Gu Bei were lost in thought, Chen Jianqiu turned to Dias:

"Whether it's for freedom or independence, as you can see, if there is no rebellion, Cuba and the Cuban people will never have a bright future. Anyway, they will die, either starved to death or beaten to death."

"It's better to give yourself a chance and give your offspring a chance. What's more, the earlier you join, the greater the benefits."

"So, the most important thing is to be 'resolute', keep it simple, keep your head on your belt, don't think about what you have and what you don't have, just follow along and get the job done."

Chen Jianqiu enlightened Dias.

Dias nodded repeatedly.

What the hell, no matter how good the driver is, he is still a driver, so it's better to have a vigorous fight.

Who said that the Spanish governor can do it, but I, the Cuban, can't do it?
Go into Havana and take the bird.

The munitions delivery team stopped heading north, but turned to the southwest.

Dias is very familiar with the terrain around here.

In order to avoid being overtaken by the Spanish army that followed, he chose a path at the foot of the mountain that was not very conspicuous, and went all the way south along the edge of the mountain.

Walked for about half a day or so.

Chen Jianqiu and his transport team finally heard and saw a palm tree, and at the same time heard the sound of waves.

"We seem to be on the beach." Santos patted the shoulder of Chen Jianqiu, who was covering his face with a hat and closed his eyes.

"We'll be there when we arrive." Chen Jianqiu didn't even bother to take off the hat covering his face, and said unhurriedly, "If there are no accidents, someone should welcome us."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of Chinese soldiers rushed out of the woods with their guns in hand.

These Chinese soldiers were all yellow and thin, and their clothes were a bit ragged. Some even had only half of their trousers left, and the back of their clothes was full of holes.

There are about [-] soldiers, who are sent by Lai Hua as front-end guard posts, mainly to give early warning of possible enemy attacks.

Leading them was Second Lieutenant Luo.

When they saw Long Xiang's team escorting the car, they were taken aback for a moment.

The opposite is also Chinese.

But they don't remember that there are Chinese villages nearby.

Luo Xiangrong, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, is also a little puzzled.

He ate too many sand crabs on the beach last night, and now his stomach feels a little uncomfortable, and he is a little jealous when he sees the flour bags and potatoes on the transport team car.

Chinese caravan?

But why did the Chinese caravan appear in this place?
The soldiers held shotguns and stood in the middle of the road, while Luo Xiangrong stood in front of them.

"Stop, who are you?" he asked loudly in Hakka.

Facing the aggressive posture on the opposite side, the soldiers of the Longxiang group took off the guns on their backs and held them in their hands.

Chen Jianqiu also took the hat off his face.

He suddenly felt that Luo Xiangrong's accent sounded familiar.

When he was in San Francisco and in Chile, he had heard people speaking Hakka, but he just overheard it and didn't pay attention.

But now, fragments of memory began to attack him again.

Chen Jianqiu originally thought that since he met Li Shiri, he had completely picked up the memories and assembled them relatively completely.

Unexpectedly, the debris floated up here again.

It was about his father in this body, King Chen Yucheng.

In these intermittent memory fragments, the young British king is not tall, but has a handsome face and a radiant look.

He spoke almost the same language as the person in front of him, and proudly boasted to the people around him that he was still in his infancy:

"When this kid grows up, he will definitely be no worse than me!"

People say that before the age of five, you can't remember anything.

Chen Jianqiu was surprised by the appearance of such a picture in his mind, but he didn't go into it.

He is an orphan.

The proud tone and loving eyes of King Ying that emerged from his memory made him feel unspeakable for a while.

He even wanted to reach out and touch.

But the fragments were quickly annihilated, and only Chen Jianqiu was left standing there.

Everyone has not realized Chen Jianqiu's abnormality.

Although, he could already understand what Luo Xiangrong was saying.

It was Lai Gubei who immediately jumped off from the back of the carriage and rushed towards the rebel soldiers with broken guns.

"Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive! We are all our own!" The excited young man quickly rushed to the front of the transport team, "It's me! It's me! I succeeded! I succeeded!"

"Gu Bei!"

When the soldiers saw Lai Gubei's distinctive mixed-race face, they put down their guns one after another.

I haven't seen you in a month or two, and this guy looks a little fatter!

"Gu Bei, have you bought a gun?"

Luo Xiangrong came up and supported Lai Gubei's shoulders with both hands.

Only then did Lai Gubei realize that Chen Jianqiu was still behind him.

He quickly stepped aside and introduced Chen Jianqiu to Luo Xiangrong who was behind him.

Without a warm hug or handshake, Luo Xiangrong's reaction was rather cold.

He came up, looked at Chen Jianqiu, and asked in blunt Cantonese:

"You are the general manager of the Chinese Association of San Francisco, ZGT's double bonus stick, the leader of the Hawaiian Chinese, and Li Jianqiu, who is known as the 'King of the World Xuance'?"

At this time, Chen Jianqiu had recovered from the meeting.

When he heard the words "Contemporary Wang Xuance", his toes were almost digging out a four-bedroom and one living room in his shoes.

He is thick-skinned, but still not thick enough to accept such a second name openly.

In all likelihood, it was the work done by the Chinese Guild Hall.

"My friends can appreciate it. I'm just a businessman." Chen Jianqiu said helplessly, "Besides, my surname is Chen."

Luo Xiangrong didn't say much, but waved to him, motioning for him to follow with the convoy.

From here, walk along the seaside to the small fishing village. The road is not smooth, and the road is full of potholes.

This is not common in Cuba during the dry season.

"It's strange. It didn't seem like this when I came last time." Dias carefully drove the carriage while looking at the burned-out houses on both sides of the road.

"The people here should all be driven to San Diego Port." Chen Jianqiu guessed, "Just like what you saw at the checkpoint before."

Dias clenched the hand holding the rein again:
"These damned Spaniards!"

The barracks of the rebel army was set up next to the ruined small fishing village, close to the forest.

In fact, it is not so much a forest as it is a temporary resting place, which cannot be broken any more.

Luo Xiangrong led Chen Jianqiu's convoy into the camp, and all the Chinese soldiers who were still in the camp surrounded him.

The weapons in their hands are various, ranging from knives to rifles, and they seem to span the entire history of human civilization.

And in the middle of the camp, the respected Lai Hua was waiting for their arrival with his hands behind his back.

His expression was very calm, and he was not overjoyed to see his son's return, but just smiled faintly.

"Just come back." Lai Hua said softly to Lai Gubei who strode up to him.

Lai Gubei and Luo Xiangrong reported the ins and outs of the matter to Lai Hua.

Lai Hua nodded, then looked at Chen Jianqiu:
"Mr. Chen, may I take the liberty to let us inspect the goods?"

"No problem." Chen Jianqiu replied very simply.

Lai Hua stepped forward.

Chen Jianqiu turned around, took out a Roswell 1888 from the box, and threw it to him.

Lai Hua skillfully pulled the bolt of the lower gun, glanced at the trigger, and then checked other details of the lower gun body, and then he was full of praise:
"It's a good gun. I seized a Gew98 rifle used by the Spanish army last month. It is said to be very advanced, but it is still broken. It may not be as good as this one."

"There are four hundred identical rifles in the car box, as well as bullets and some grenades." Chen Jianqiu said calmly, "There will be more guns on the way."

The people around Lai Hua were all happy, and they almost cheered.

But the old man's expression was very calm.

He returned the gun in his hand to Chen Jianqiu, and shook his head slightly:
"I don't know how you and Gu Bei talked, but obviously, our money is not enough to pay for these guns."

"Don't worry, don't worry about money." Chen Jianqiu said.

Lai Hua still shook his head.

There is no free lunch in the world, let alone an arms dealer who is rumored to be from Cantonese.

"Mr. Chen, it stands to reason that you can leave these matters to the people under your command. Why come here yourself?"

Chen Jianqiu smiled:
"If I hadn't come here in person, I'm afraid this batch of goods would not have been shipped here. I just wanted to see how far the Chinese brothers in Cuba have gone in their revolution, and if I could help."

Lai Gubei felt ashamed when he heard this.

And Luo Xiangrong had a heated discussion with Lai Hua in Hakka.

"Lai Da, I think this person must have other purposes, it's not that simple."

"A wealthy American Chinese businessman sent so many weapons to the Cuban insurgents at his own expense. The key is to personally escort them. He has no other ideas. Do you believe it?"

Luo Xiangrong Taotao unknowingly expressed his opinion, while Lai Hua on the side replied with a sentence or two at first, but then fell silent.

"Anyway, I think this, what Li, alas, I forgot, Li, who is from Cantonese, is not worthy of trust." He finally made a concluding speech.

Chen Jianqiu heard it clearly from the side.

He could actually understand the Hakka conversation between the two, and then interrupted their discussion with a casual Hakka sentence:

"I'm also a Hakka."

Both Luo Xiangrong and Lai Hua were stunned, and cast surprised glances at him.

Chen Jianqiu smiled, looked at Luo Xiangrong, and continued:
"In addition, my surname is not Li, my surname is Chen, Chen Yucheng's Chen."

(End of this chapter)