America 1881: They Call Me Legend

The situation outside is turbulent, but the Chinese district in Fort Stockton, located in the center of the vortex, is peaceful.

Due to relatively complete isolation measures and rodent control operations, the plague did not spread in the settlements.

In addition to the earliest case, there are three more cases.

Sadly, only one of them survived.

In the era without antibiotics, the mortality rate of plague was very high.

The bodies of the two deceased were also cremated.

Lin Sanshan took his clansmen to send off the deceased.

Qi said that he has no clothes, and he and his son are in the same robe. When they enter this town, they are all clansmen. No matter where they came from, their lips and teeth depend on each other.

Among the Chinese in Fort Stockton, there happened to be a traveling monk.

The sound of chanting echoed on the plains of Texas, and together with the raging flames, the souls of the dead who died in other lands were rescued.

In addition to Lin Sanshan and the Chinese in the settlement, there was also a reporter from the New York World newspaper who saw the deceased off.

This reporter was resident in Roswell before, and was mainly responsible for introducing the life and customs of the Chinese in the southwest frontier to the outside world.

He came to Fort Stockton a year ago and began to record the lives of these Chinese ranchers.

"I really didn't expect you to solve this matter so quickly, and I was worried that it would spread." The reporter expressed his emotion to Lin Sanshan beside him.

"It's an unfortunate thing. Three of our compatriots died." Lin Sanshan said in a low voice, "Our nation has always been full of disasters, but we have never been defeated."

While everyone was still seeing off the undead, a young Chinese man suddenly ran up, looking a little flustered.

"Captain, captain, it's too bad!" The young man stopped in front of Lin Sanshan and said out of breath.

Because Lin Sanshan was the captain of the Longxiang team before, the people below still used to call him the captain.

"What are you panicking about?" Lin Sanshan put his hands behind his back and frowned, "The sky won't fall, so talk slowly about something."

"A large number of armed men appeared in our south, north, and west directions, and they seemed to be planning to surround this place." The young man took a deep breath and said.

Lin Sanshan didn't ask about the east side, because the east side is where the white people live.

"Take me to have a look!"

The former leader of the Longxiang team led the young man and several others to climb up a simple iron tower in the center of the settlement and looked in several directions.

The soldiers camping were faintly visible, and the raised dust shrouded the camp in a haze.

"It's the National Guard." Lin Sanshan put down his binoculars with a solemn expression.

He turned his head and gave an order to the young man behind him: "Send a telegram to Roswell and tell there what happened here."

However, the telegram sent went unanswered.

"Our telegraph line seems to have been cut." The telegraph operator stood up and slammed the table hard.

"Dongsheng, pick a fast horse and see if you can spread the news." Lin Sanshan said to the telegraph operator.

However, not long after, a telegraph operator named Dong Sheng came back.

"No, the outside is surrounded to death, and there is no way out." Dong Sheng said after taking a sip of water.

"Did they make things difficult for you?" Lin Sanshan hurriedly looked at Xia Dongsheng to make sure that he was not injured.

Dong Sheng shook his head: "It's not that difficult, but when I asked them why they surrounded us, their leaders kept silent, saying that they had received orders from above and no one was allowed to leave here!"

Cut off the contact with the outside world, and surround this place from several directions. What are these people going to do?
Lin Sanshan did not immediately tell the Chinese below the news.

In order to prevent the spread of the epidemic, he asked some people to return to their pastures, so there are not the most Chinese in the settlement now, and it is certainly not possible to talk about gathering now.

Lin Sanshan knew that no matter what, he had to get in touch with Roswell.

He walked out of the house and glanced at the simple iron tower in the center of the settlement.

"Dongsheng, try the radio telegraph." He said to the telegraph operator.

Dong Sheng also glanced at the iron tower, hesitant:

"But captain, we only successfully received one test two months ago. If it is just receiving, it is fine. If we want to send it, we need to generate electricity, but we are running out of fuel."

The tone of Lin Sanshan's reply was very firm:

"We must try! We alone cannot cope with the current situation."

He asked Dongsheng to turn on the receiver, and at the same time called for someone to move fuel to prepare for power generation.

The roar of the generator rang in the settlement.

However, before the two people sent out the message, the receiver had already received the directional radio wave from Roswell.

After Tesla worked out the radio, Chen Jianqiu tried it in Juárez and Fort Stockton.

Originally, the wireless telegraph was still being debugged, but I didn't expect it to come in handy soon.

The big tower in Roswell sends directional radio waves to Fort Stockton every 10 minutes, and the content is very simple:
The state government has taken action, and the militia will besiege the city in the name of fighting the epidemic. A reply was received.

Lin Sanshan was ecstatic, and asked the telegrapher Dongsheng to reply quickly:

The enemy has arrived, look for instructions.

After a while, news from Roswell came:

Fully armed, protect yourself, keep in touch, if the situation changes, let me know immediately, and reinforcements will arrive soon.

This telegram gave Lin Sanshan a reassurance.

Regardless of whether it was Chen Jianqiu or Li Sifu who replied, as long as they agreed to send troops, basically there would be no problem.

"For those who stay in the settlement, let everyone check their weapons and supplies. From now on, enter the state of war and be ready to fight at any time!" Lin Sanshan issued an order.

On the other side of the Texas National Guard, Harrison is setting up his camp.

To be honest, it's been a long time since he took the National Guard out for a walk.

When he sent troops to Cuba, he signed up, but for some reason, he was left in the country as a reserve.

He intends to follow the strategy given to him by the Governor:

Surround them, cut off their supplies while deterring them, and wait for the Chinese to come to them by themselves.

But Lin Sanshan, who had confidence in his mind, was not in a hurry.

There is well water in the settlement as a water source. Because of the long-term conflict with the white people next door, a large amount of supplies, including food and ammunition, have been hoarded.

The Chinese who came here have all fought in Roswell or Oklahoma. They have rich experience in fighting and are very united.

The National Guard is not in a hurry, and the Chinese are not in a hurry.

However, someone is in a hurry.

A week later, in the same auditorium at the entrance of the town, the townspeople who were fighting began to question the mayor.

"Mr. Mayor, why haven't we acted yet?" The white-bearded old man whose son died before stared at the mayor.

The mayor was originally delivering his pony at home, but he was forced to come here, and he was in a very unhappy mood.

"Why are you asking me about this? Ask yourself to the commander of the National Guard, Major Harrison!" he replied lazily.

The mayor's attitude angered some townspeople below.

They booed disapprovingly.

Even more extreme was the old man with the white beard. He continued to question the mayor:

"Let me ask you, do you still want to avenge my son? If we didn't have the strength before, but now the National Guard has surrounded them, why haven't we taken action?"

"Yes, Mr. Mayor, will we take revenge on our family?" Someone beside the old man followed suit.

The mayor didn't bother to talk to the old man and these people.

In his opinion, this group of people is like a demon now, and it is a bit shameful to announce that they know each other.

"I still say the same thing, whoever of you has the ability and courage to settle accounts with those Chinese, I will not stop you." After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the old man with the white beard suddenly burst into tears, gritted his teeth and looked at the ceiling: "Son, Dad must avenge you!"

Many people were moved by it, but the mayor was not among them:

"Yes, yes, you'd better bring a few people to sneak attack at night, and then set fire to the opposite house. The Chinese dare not fight back under the pressure of the National Guard, so I'm here to wish you success!"

The mayor said strangely, he put on his top hat and walked out of the gate of the auditorium.

His original intention was to ridicule these few people who were obsessed with revenge.

Unexpectedly, after he left, the white-bearded old man was silent for a while, then turned his head and said to the people around him:

"The mayor is right, keep waiting, we will never wait for the day when someone else will help you out, let's do it ourselves!"