America 1881: They Call Me Legend

The mayor came out of the auditorium.

He had originally planned to go straight home for dinner and then go straight to bed after eating.

But after thinking about it carefully, he decided to visit Harrison, the captain of the National Guard, and discuss with him what to do next.

The mayor mounted his horse and headed for Harrison's northern camp.

The sun is almost setting.

After riding around for more than half an hour, the mayor saw a bonfire not far away.

There is nothing too particular about the arrangement of the National Guard's camp.

Tents of all kinds are scattered throughout the camp.

militiamen walking to and fro in the camp
, drinking, grilling, and bragging around the bonfire.

If he didn't know, the mayor would have thought it was a large-scale hunting camp.

Major Harrison was a worthy captain of the militia.

He resolutely mingled with his soldiers and was playing poker in a clearing by the campfire.

"Hey, hey, you lost, don't play tricks, I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, your snuff bottle is mine." Major Harrison threw the cards in his hand on the ground and pointed to a bearded militiaman next to him.

The others were booing, like a bunch of shaved boils.

The bearded man reluctantly handed the snuff bottle to Harrison's hand.

The mayor coughed behind them.

Harrison turned his head and had a cigarette in his mouth. After realizing that it was the mayor, the original unscrupulous smile on his face subsided a lot.

"Looking for me?" Harrison pointed to himself.

The mayor nodded.

Harrison threw the cards in his hand to another soldier behind him, stood up and stepped aside with the mayor.

"Major, do we really not want to chat with the Chinese leaders across the street? Send them an ultimatum or something. I don't think they are in a hurry." The mayor was a little uneasy.

The major frowned: "You don't really intend to exchange fire with those Chinese, do you?"

"I don't really want to fight, but what if we can't talk face to face? I want to hear what your plan is, Major."

The major put his arms around the mayor's shoulders, and said to him "sincerely and earnestly":

"Hey bro, I don't know if you've ever tried to duel someone else."

The mayor shrugged:

"Well, ten years ago, or earlier, the cowboys in the West liked to solve problems in this way, but now there are very few."

The major patted him on the shoulder:

"Um, yes, I mean, you're right."

"But sometimes, the outcome of a duel is not necessarily decided after the gun is drawn, but before the result."

"What is important in a duel is not to draw the gun first, but to act first when the opponent can't bear the pressure, but you knock the opponent down before he pulls the trigger."

"I have won many duels in this way." The major said complacently. "Those who strike first are mostly dead."

The mayor was a little slanderous about the captain's remarks.

If you don't want to take the blame, just say it, if you want to be a bitch, you want to set up a torii.

However, he did not say it out loud, but listened to the captain talk:

"Starting tomorrow, every two days, I will move the camp forward a little bit, step by step, and shrink the encirclement. This is called extreme pressure."

"When the barrels of our guns are about to reach the mouths of those Chinese, I believe that either those Chinese will strike first, or they will not be able to bear the pressure and choose to make peace with us."

The captain's strategy sounds seamless, but he ignores the initiative of the town's residents.

Just as he was explaining his "great plan" to the mayor, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the southeast of the camp.

"What movement?" The captain was very alert.

"It seems, it seems to be in the direction of the Chinese settlement." The mayor judged the source of the sound earlier than the captain.

Then he slapped his thigh suddenly: "Oops, it seems that something happened!"

Captain Harrison understood the meaning of the mayor almost instantly.

"Assemble, assemble, hurry!" he yelled.

Both guesses were correct.

Someone did.

After receiving the "order" from the mayor, the white-bearded old man immediately gathered the militants in the town.

These people include the relatives of the few townspeople who died at the hands of Lin Sanshan ten years ago, some "faithful people" who are extremely hostile to the Chinese, and many guys who are afraid of chaos in the world.

"Brothers, sisters, children, the group of people on the opposite side of the wasteland have a blood feud with us. If we have no chance in the past ten years, then this time, the state government finally decided to solve this problem."

"Our dead relatives are begging us to avenge them. If no one wants to start, then we will be the ones who start the fire!"

"Take your guns and kill those Chinese on the opposite side! We want revenge! Drive them out of our homeland!"

The white-bearded old man's speech was extremely passionate and provocative at the same time, and those people below also screamed.

As a traditional western state, Texas has always had abundant martial arts virtues, and it never uses its mouth to solve problems that can be solved with guns.

The old man's idea is also very simple.

Since the National Guard is nearby, as long as there is a fight, they will never ignore it.

The mayor was right, dinnertime was a good opportunity.

Those Chinese were busy eating dinner, and as long as they launched a surprise attack, the Chinese would be absolutely defenseless.

I don't have the power to give orders to those National Guards.

But as long as the flames of war reignite, they will be out of control.

More than 2000 people plus these people in your own town, still can't take down those Chinese?

The old man didn't believe it.

He took the 60 NO.[-] people he called, and quickly crossed the wasteland and touched the outer edge of the Chinese settlement.

"Go in and set fire to their house!"

The old man squatted in the grass and said to the people around him.

Then, they were "discovered" by a sudden headlight.

"Everyone with guns in the wasteland, please don't go any further! You are invading private territory. If you want to enter, please put down your weapons!" The loudspeaker in the settlement suddenly sounded.

It was a high-power incandescent lamp with a reflector behind it. The white light was so dazzling that the old man couldn't open his eyes.

The person being illuminated raised his arm to cover his eyes.

The old man had no idea how he was discovered.

And the people under his command also looked at him and asked him what to do next.

The loudspeaker at the stronghold rang again, but this time the wording was a little harsher.

"...if we don't put down the guns, we're going to take tougher measures, just like we did a decade ago."

When the old man heard "ten years ago", he couldn't bear it anymore.

He stood up suddenly from the grass, picked up the gun and shot at the lamp:
"I'm going to your mother!"

The gun was very accurate, and there was only a "snap", and even the reflector of the light belt was smashed to pieces in an instant.

This shot and the broken lamp became the clarion call for the official start of the battle.

Intensive gunshots rang out instantly.

The watchtowers in the settlement turned on a few lights one after another, but they were quickly knocked down by the townspeople, so both sides began to fight in the dark.

The townspeople also took this opportunity to sneak to the outskirts of the settlement.

But soon they were blindsided.

The perimeter is surrounded by barbed wire.

After hanging up two burnt "bacon", the townspeople also knew that the power grid was powered on, so they could no longer move forward.

At the same time, Lin Sanshan, who was having dinner, also received news of an attack on the outskirts of the town.

Without saying a word, he dropped the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, put the gun on his back and rushed out.

Support from the town arrived quickly.

"Turn on another light, and scan the surrounding area at the fastest speed." Lin Sanshan found a good observation position and gave an order.

Another light came on.

The light swept across the wasteland outside, then went out after another shot.

However, the experienced Lin Sanshan has already found the direction of the enemy.

He picked up his automatic rifle and fired in that direction.

The Chinese soldiers behind them followed suit.

The white-bearded old man let out a muffled grunt, was shot in the thigh, and was quickly dragged back by the people behind him.

There were a few more corpses on the wasteland.

The old hatred is not settled, and a new hatred is added.

The old man thought that he could hold on for a while longer in the dark night, but he didn't know that the other side would react so quickly.

However, when he raised his head, he suddenly noticed a little fire in the distance to the north.

The National Guard finally arrived. (end of this chapter)