"You guys, let those braided slaves of Daqing continue to move!"

Chavez Brown, a side of the Brown family and manager of the Rum Railroad's Roccofield State Border Railroad, commanded the white railroad construction foremen around him with a deliberately elongated brim to block out the scorching sun overhead, but with a weird look.

"These lowly yellow-skinned pigs."

"Just 5 hours of rest a day is enough······

Chavez Brown said as he took half a Brazilian Nama cigar in his mouth and looked disdainfully at the sweaty workers not far away.

It was a group of people of the yellow race, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and ragged clothes.

"But, Dear Mr. Chavez, building railroads is a high-intensity physical task."

"The food we provide itself is not good, and if these people are given only five hours of rest a day, then it will ······"

At this moment, a young man, dressed more decently than the surrounding overseers, squeezed out of the crowd around Chavez Brown and interrupted Chavez Brown.

"Huh?"

Slightly offended, Chavez turned to the side in anger and realized that the young man was the designer of the railway, Morson Gallen, a graduate of Florida State University, and not the overseers.

After all, on this section of the Rokofellian border, far from the crowded railway, there were not many white designers willing to come, and the college graduates of this era were properly high-level talents.

Moreover, there seems to be a very dangerous wild Indian tribe around the road-building team here, and after the previous road-building team was attacked several times, the number of people willing to come here is even rarer.

A high-level tool man like Mo Sheng Gallen, who is willing to take the risk to come, is still worthy of a face from our Lord Chavez.

"Your Excellency Mo Sheng, you are still young."

Chavez slowed his words, with a hint of a smile, but this smile was so strange that under his jazz hat, only a small half of his pale and bloodless face was revealed.

"I've built more than 2w kilometers of railways, these consumables, these livestock, but how many you want!"

"Don't be worried······"

Just when Chavez was preparing to teach some life lessons to the young college student tool man.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

A loud explosion sound like the release of firecrackers in the ancient country of Daqing sounded continuously on the side of this construction site.

"Your Excellency Chavez, those damned Indian savages, have attacked us again!"

Accompanied by the roar of the deputy security captain of the railway site, a tall and large man in the prime of life Rocofell, a team of more than a dozen artificial security guards with muskets followed, forming a small defensive circle around Chavez.

"Captain Charlie is already organizing the overseers and escorts to defend and counterattack, and I'm here to escort you out of here."

"Your Excellency Chavez, the convoy is ahead, please evacuate as soon as possible."

The tall Caucasian man looked like he had been battle-hardened, or rather, he was prepared for an attack by the Indian savages, and he came to Chavez's side with a calm face, and said calmly.

However, contrary to the expectation of the deputy security captain, the old man in front of him, who was said to have a high-level background of the group and had been staying in the city, did not encounter the slightest attack, and when the normal person was nervous and flustered, the corners of his mouth cracked, and he looked a little excited.

"You're doing a good job, Captain Ford."

The strange wide-brimmed jazz hat was taken off by Chavez himself, and this distant relative of the high-spirited Brown family had an unusually bewitching and handsome face under the mature and old voice.

"However, I came here this time not only to inspect the progress of the project."

"Take me to your defensive positions, and my men and I will take matters into account to deal with these disgusting Indians!"

Chavez's eyes glowed with blood, which made Captain Ford's heart tremble violently when he noticed this scene······

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"I don't understand, do you think these white skins have a brain disease!"

"Comrade Huang Han is right, although the surrounding wood resources are abundant, but there are no gold and silver veins that the white skin can look at, and there is no oil that is praised as black gold by those white skins.

"How do I know this is the fifth time we've ambushed these road construction teams, right?"

"But they are still useful, every time we repel these people, our Taiping Society will always add thousands of compatriots who are used as slaves by them, which is good for our development."

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A few young members of the Taiping Society, with feathers on their heads and a few oil paints painted on their faces made of natural berries from the forest, disguised as more like the Yindians, were lying on their stomachs in the bushes of a small hillside not far from the railway site, while discussing cautiously.

As members of the Foreign Affairs Department of the Taiping Society, they were followed by several real members of the Yin tribe, those with crooked feathers on their heads and dark berry oil paint on their faces, who were staring in amazement at the foot of the mountain at the foot of the mountain a group of warriors of the Yin "Taiping tribe" wearing standard wolf skin military uniforms and feathers on their heads.

The yellow warriors, who were not tall in stature, but were very strong, with muskets equipped with bayonets, scattered the white men who were known to be the most vicious whites in the defensive positions of the construction site with a single charge.

However, just as the heroic "Yindian" warriors were preparing to pursue the victory, a sharp whistle sounded throughout the battlefield, and those "Yindian" warriors were stunned for a moment, and then directly gave up the pursuit, and under the order of the commander of their combat team, they withdrew from the forest in an orderly manner.

"Brother Huang, what's going on?"

Just beside Huang Han and the others, the wild Yin natives belonging to the Asuka tribe saw such a scene, looked at the compatriots of the "Taiping tribe" next to them with some doubts, and asked in the somewhat stiff standard Taiping language that they had just learned.

And several other wild tribes of the Yin tribes in this area, who were invited to observe the strength of the "Taiping tribe", also came to see it.

In their eyes, it was obvious on the battlefield in front of them that the victory of the "Taiping Tribe" was decided, and the next time should be when those brave warriors killed those damn white skins, why did they all suddenly retreat.

With the sharp whistle that resounded across the battlefield, the young members of the Taiping Society, who were still discussing other topics in a leisurely whisper at the beginning, their faces instantly became serious, and they each stared at the battlefield closely, and some even took out charcoal and paper and began to prepare to record the next battle information.

"Brother Guda, that's the whistle of our leader when he found out that the other party has a 'demon'."

Only the young man named Huang Han, who was closest to these indigenous Indi, explained earnestly to the Indian "compatriots" beside him.

"But don't worry, the leader of our Taiping tribe is on the battlefield, and he is not afraid of those 'demons'!"

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