More and more people poured into the camp for a week, and then disappeared into the Yagur Mountains, and some people began to emerge from the mountains one after another.

Everyone felt that something was wrong, and the thing that was wrong was that there were always some living faces hiding in the places that had to be passed to and from the Death's Eye Basin, and whenever someone came back, they would burst out and kill people.

John Sr. wasn't the only one who sensed something was wrong, many gold diggers felt something was wrong.

At the end of the second week, the whole camp gathered among the well-known and well-known gold diggers, and invited more of the old gold diggers to discuss what had happened recently.

Old John also belongs to the kind of old gold digger who is a little more famous, and he is a well-known lone wolf in the East End, so he is naturally invited.

In fact, this meeting touched not only the hearts of the invitees, but also the entire gold prospector community, and even the gunfire in the Yagur Mountains was stopped for a night.

Sitting in a small valley, twenty very famous gold diggers had already arrived at the scene, and they stood at the very bottom of the valley, which was like a colosseum, a huge natural funnel, and the others were crowded on the hillside.

After the horse was tied, Old John held the pocket of his thigh with one hand and walked slowly downward, he did not want others to find out that his injuries were not yet healed, and that an injured lone wolf meant a greater risk.

He could only rely on the strength of his arm to drive the broken leg to make himself look less injured, which could effectively avoid some avoidable battles.

He found a stone and sat down, subconsciously took out a wine jug from his body and poured it, the high liquor like a flame dispelled the chill in his body and relieved some of the tension.

"John!"

With a hearty laugh, someone called his name, and he turned around with a smile on his face.

Outside the west, the upper class despised the middle class and the lower proletariat, which in turn despised the low class and the proletariat, and the lower class continued to despise the proletariat, which in turn despised the provincial nobles.

In the West, here, too, there are numerous chains of contempt.

In the past, when the power of the Western Mining Association still ruled this land, the Western Mining Association was an organization that stood at the top of the chain of contempt, whether it was those mining groups like giants, or all kinds of speculators and gold diggers, they were the objects of their contempt.

But with the demise of the Western Mining Society, the gold diggers began to converge on Yagur Mountain, where a new chain of contempt was born.

The gold diggers despise everything, whether they are mining groups or major powers, they are downstream of the gold diggers, because these people must abide by the unspoken rules of the gold diggers here, so they are at the top of the chain of contempt.

But if there is any new link in the chain of contempt recently, it must be the new forces and new gold diggers that have gathered because of the discovery of gold in the Eye of Death Basin.

None of them have gone through the baptism of the Western Mining Association and the big capitalists, and for old gold diggers like Old John, who have been mixing in the west for more than ten years, they cannot be called gold diggers at all, at most they are speculators.

In the face of these speculators who called themselves gold diggers, John Sr. never pretended to be colorful.

The people who greeted him behind him clearly belonged to the original group, and they were all in the same link.

The man who came was named Hemer, and he had a brother, but his brother died in a duel, which was a sad thing. Since then, Hemmer has become more threatening and aggressive, probably because of his brother's death.

He was friends with John Sr., the same group of gold diggers who came to the West and made some minor names.

"I knew I would see you......", he threw the flask in his hand, and the lean Heimer caught it casually, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of it, and then made up for it.

After only a moment, Hemmer let out a breath of wine, and his face turned red, "Looks like you've made a lot of money lately, and the wine is good." He went over to Old John and sat down, and returned the flask to Old John.

In this hellish place in the West, every gold digger has three treasures.

The first treasure is their weapons and bullets, which are necessary to survive in the west, without which leaving the town is tantamount to death.

The second treasure is the flask, which has three to five flasks hanging from them and in the saddle, and more if it's cold, which not only provides some heat in the winter, but also helps them fall asleep quickly in the summer, and cleans their wounds if necessary.

The third treasure is their mount, and no good horse here can catch up with the running purse bags, nor can they escape the bullets of the enemy.

Old John wiped the spout of the jug, re-screwed the lid and put it into his arms, "What about you, have you fished for anything lately?"

Hemmer chuckled twice and gestured with a gesture, a code phrase unique to the gold diggers, meaning a good harvest.

Don't tell people how much money you have, this is one of the guidelines that people who are trying to make a living in the West must follow.

If you talk less, you may miss out on some opportunities, and if you say too much, some people will be red-eyed.

"What do you think they called us for?" asked Hemmer.

Old John touched the gun in the holster and snorted twice, "What else can you do, haven't you noticed, we have more and more fresh faces here." ”

Having a face means that there are more strangers coming in, which is actually a terrible phenomenon because if there is only one face in every ten people, it is very difficult for most people to notice.

But when two or three out of every ten people are alive, they realize that there is a stranger.

Only when this proportion is larger, people will find that there are many strangers around them, because the number of strangers around them far exceeds the people they are familiar with!

New faces, strangers, these new players who don't know how to join the game are wantonly disrupting the rules of the game, and Old John has been sniped on the way back and has found that the situation is not quite right.

These people always appear in pairs, which is different from the previous style, and these people do not go deep into the basin, but plunder the gold diggers who return to the city on the periphery, they are not gold diggers at all, but robbers!

These people are too ignorant of the rules, so the purpose of this meeting is to tell these newcomers that they must obey the rules of the camp.

If you want money, then take your life to go to the depths of the mountains to exchange, instead of hiding on the way back to the city like the girls and putting cold guns.

Moreover, there is no room for large-scale forces here!

Hemmer shook his head, "The newcomers should be taught a lesson in who to listen to here." ”

"So here we are. John Sr. also had a positive attitude towards this.

If there are no rules, these hundreds of thousands of gold diggers will eventually become tools to be exploited, and finally dust.

Why didn't there be a huge force among the more than 200,000 gold diggers in the camp before?

In fact, it is very simple, when some people start to huddle, they will force others to start spontaneous huddles, and when most people choose to appear in front of people in a collective way, the contradictions and hatred that may have belonged to only two people will escalate into hatred between two groups.

Between the old and the new, there will always be large organizational forces, which will have friction and collision or even war due to some small problems that are actually very simple, and eventually disappear into the wild.

When the largest groups are finally decided, the lone wolves will have no place to live, and the benefits of each gold digger will be diluted.

After all, it is an organized person, and maybe the organization is still solving personal problems for some people when there is a war with other forces, so should more benefits be handed over to the upper echelons of the organization?

Eventually, these gold diggers will repeat the old ways outside, most of them will be oppressed and exploited, and the few who do not need to take risks will gain fame and fortune, which will naturally create classes and give birth to contradictions, and eventually they will be completely enslaved and eliminated by the major mining groups and forces.

So, there is no room for any large-scale association here, three or two people are not in charge, but more will not work.

It's honestly stupid, it seems to give everyone a sense of fairness and justice, but it also limits what you can do.

Because the best, and the stupidest, there is really no difference, but people love this.

The valley was almost full as the two spoke, and almost all the people who had a little fame and could be called were invited here, and the twenty most famous gold diggers at the bottom of the valley made a gesture, and some of the gold diggers began to block the road into the valley, and check if there were any hidden people around who were not invited.

After more than ten minutes, a guy called Hawkeye, who is very famous in the gold prospector group, stood up, "I believe the reason why we have gathered everyone here, you should already know some of the reasons......"

This guy's marksmanship is very accurate, with that kind of shotgun with a range of only one hundred and twenty meters, he can hit a rabbit at a distance of one hundred and fifty meters, he may not be the most accurate, but he is the most famous.

With such a sentence, the gold diggers on the hillside nodded their heads, and as for whether they really knew, it was up to them to ask the flasks in their hands.

"The newcomers have trampled on the rules we have maintained here for six years, and they have ruined the atmosphere of peace here, and they have never taken the ore out of the ground with their own hands, but snatched it from our hands with bullets. ”

"We can't continue to be silent, it will only fuel their arrogance, we have to fight back!"

When a few men say something like this in the face of a large group of drunken men, it must be very effective.