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The man who suddenly appeared knocked down the two scoundrels almost instantly. This guy almost made Mason's eyes straight.

"Hey, man, that's a nice job!" Mason exclaimed.

"It's nothing, it's just that these two boys can't help fighting." The man replied in a tongue of emphasis, odd English.

Only then did Mason see clearly that the man was actually a yellow man.

"You're an Indian?" Mason asked.

"I'm Chinese, China, have you heard of it?" The man emphasized.

"Oh." Mason nodded. He remembered that there seemed to be such a country on the other side of the world. However, this man did not look like the Chinese he saw in the album.

"Are you Chinese? The book says that you Chinese all have braids. It's not like you with a loose head. What about your braids? Mason couldn't help but ask.

The man furrowed his eyebrows, as if he had thought of something very upset. "Only Qing demons keep braids, and authentic Chinese don't keep braids." The man replied through gritted teeth.

"Qing Demon? What's that? The two of them began to talk. After such a conversation, Mason is now a Chinese who does not wear braids but wears loose hair, but is actually a Christian. It's just that there is clearly something wrong with his beliefs, and someone needs to guide him correctly.

That's how the two met. Later, after working as a security guard at Blackwater, Mason remembered the friend he met in San Francisco who was particularly good at fighting and had experience in cold weapon combat, so he wrote to Yang Tai and invited him to be his assistant. And Yang Tai, who was originally unwilling to work in a Chinese restaurant all his life, also readily accepted his invitation. In this way, a Chinese man with scattered hair appeared next to Mason.

Mason's colleagues were surprised that Mason had found a Chinese as an assistant. Some people don't even believe that a small-looking Oriental can specialize in martial arts. You know, at that time, there were no Bruce Lee movies, and Americans didn't know what was called Chinese kung fu. However, Yang Tai quickly confirmed his strength with practical actions. Mason made a bet with the rest of the group that none of them would be a match for the little man in unrestricted hand-to-hand combat, and in just ten minutes, Yang Tai helped Mason earn two more months' wages.

This escort of immigrants is the first time Blackwater has accepted a similar errand. But for Yang Tai, this is not the first time he has done something like this. When he was in China, before rebelling with Luo Gang, Yang Tai also did things like darts. In Yang Tai's view, there is no big difference between escorting immigrants and bodyguards, except that the main weapon has changed from an oxtail knife to a rifle.

It was half past five in the morning when the migrants got off the train, and it was not yet full of light, and by the time the caravan had been rented and everything had been loaded, it was almost noon. I had lunch in the town where the station was located, and at about one o'clock in the afternoon, the convoy was out.

The rain has just stopped for several days, the air is exceptionally fresh, and the early winter sun is lazily shining on everyone. Looking at the vast prairie, watching the vast fields of wild grass bully with the breeze, all the immigrants were immersed in the beautiful fantasy of the future life.

However, such a beautiful fantasy did not last long, did not go far, and the damned road conditions immediately made the migrants unable to cry. Because of yesterday's rain, the roads were all soaked. The first part of the road out of the city was still a gravel road, and it was still walkable, but after walking for a while, the condition of the road got worse and worse, and soon, the road was full of puddles, and some sections of the road even became quagmire altogether.

One of the leading caravans got stuck in the mud, and the people in the car hurriedly jumped down to help push the cart. But the cart sank so deep that the mud almost reached the axles of the carriage. It can't be pushed at all.

"That's not going to work." Robson, who led the team, said, "You have to unload the cargo first, otherwise the car will be too heavy." ”

As the leader of the original shooting team, Robson changed from the leader of the shooting team to the training director of Blackwater after the establishment of Blackwater Security. Originally, things like escorting immigrants didn't need the director to go into battle by himself, but considering that this transaction was Blackwater's first transaction, and although most of the members of the company had experience as soldiers and had undergone some training, after all, there were not many people who had actually been on the battlefield, and they had no experience in escorting tasks. Therefore, Robson, as the training director, decided to lead the team himself to ensure the successful completion of the first mission, and secondly, to accumulate first-hand information for the implementation of such tasks.

The migrants took the contents of the wagon off one after another, and it took another half an hour or so to get the wagon out of the mud. Then it took about two hours to get something new, and it took about two hours to come and go. During this time, the escort team was a man who was careful to guard near the convoy. Some immigrants offered to come and help push the cart with the escort, but Robson unceremoniously declined.

"We're in a dangerous location right now, not only close to the Sioux popula, but also banditry nearby. So, I have to keep our people in good shape to guard against possible dangers. Robson explained. Judging by the expressions on the tired faces of the immigrants, though, they don't seem to agree too much with Robson's explanation.

After the car was pulled out, it had only been an hour since it had been gone, and another large car broke down.

"It's getting dark, and I'm afraid it's hard to get to the camping site on time today." Robson said to Mason, "We're going to camp in the wilderness, you go open the map and see if there's any place to camp." ”

Mason took out a map from a cowhide tube, examined it carefully, and then replied, "Captain, two kilometers further on, there is a high ground where we can camp. ”

"I'll see," Robson looked over, "well, there's no better place we can get to before dark." Let's camp there. ”

When it was almost dark, the convoy finally arrived at the small plateau, which was a small dirt slope tens of meters high, because it was a little higher than the surrounding area, so the top of the small dirt slope was relatively dry. In addition, the view here is very good, and the terrain is relatively conducive to defense, so it is not bad to choose this place to set up a camp.

Under Robson's command, the settlers formed a circle of 15 caravans to serve as a defensive barrier on the perimeter, and then the others set up tents in the circle enclosed by the caravan. Others started a fire and started dinner. The guards pulled up ropes with small bells on the outer dirt slopes.

Winter evenings come very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it is completely dark. This darkness at night in the wilderness is unimaginable to modern people accustomed to the lights of the city, and it is not an exaggeration to say that you can't see your fingers. The constellation Orion has risen to the zenith, and along the line of the three bright stars of Orion, the ominous Sirius can be seen shining.

Blackwater's guards are not as comfortable as the immigrants at this time. The migrants, tired from a hard day's work, fell asleep almost as soon as they collapsed, but Blackwater's guards could not rest, they had to keep vigil in shifts.

Both Mason and Yang Tai were scheduled to keep vigil in the second half of the night, so as soon as she finished eating, she quickly found a place to lie down. I didn't push a cart, but just a day of riding a horse on a dirt road was exhausting. So as soon as he lay down, he fell asleep before he could think in his head, "I'm going to hurry up and go to bed."

I don't know how long he slept, and in the haze, Mason felt as if someone was pushing him. He barely opened his eyes, and he heard Robson's voice: "It's a change of guard, it's your turn, be careful." ”

Lighting is forbidden in the camp at night, both to reduce the risk of fire, but more importantly to avoid exposing the target and inviting attacks by potential enemies - Indians and bandits.

"Oh." Mason got out of the blanket, got dressed in the dark, and picked up his MacDonald 1857 rifle. Then he lifted the tent and walked out.

It was cold outside, but it was surprisingly much brighter than the first half of the night. For in the second half of the night, the moon rose in mid-air, so the darkness receded, and the vast field was faintly revealed, and even the road that pitted the dead was faintly visible.

Mason saw Yang Tai emerge from his tent as well. He was armed with a double-barreled shotgun that shot deer bullets, and a machete at his waist - his marksmanship was not very good, and it was more convenient to use a shotgun that was easier to hit the target.

"It's cold, isn't it?" Mason said to Yang Tai, "Fortunately, there is a moon in the second half of the night, not as dark as the first half of the night, and you can see it even if there is a situation." ”

"We can see others, and those who have a heart can see us even more." Yang Tai replied, "I'd rather everyone don't see it." ”

The night passed fairly peacefully, with no Indians and no bandits to sneak attack. The reason for this is actually very simple, night combat is a combat mode full of variables that requires a high degree of organization, whether it is an Indian or a gang, there is no such high degree of organization, for them, there are too many uncertainties in night warfare, and they can't take such a risk.

However, the situation changed the next day. In the morning, when the convoy was about to leave, the sharp-eyed Mason saw two men on horseback following them in the distance. This does not bode well, if these two people were normal travelers, they would definitely catch up with the convoy, because in such a wilderness, it is always safer to walk together anyway. And these two people always follow not far away, the convoy goes fast, they go fast, the convoy goes slower they follow slowly - this is obviously not a good thing.