In the middle of the night.

Chen Jianqiu was observing the terrain of the bridgehead by moonlight, but he saw a trolley driving towards him.

Under the moonlight, the trolley made a "creaking, creaking" sound, and the scene was a little weird.

Chen Jianqiu turned on the shooter mode.

He pulled the dagger out of his boot and prepared to throw it.

"Boss, boss, don't throw it~, it's me!"

The trolley stopped, revealing a white crescent.

Sean grinned as he stepped out of the shadows into the moonlight.

His clothes were stained with soot and turned black.

"Didn't you go get explosives, why did you push a cart here?"

Chen Jianqiu withdrew the dagger and walked to the side of the trolley.

He looked inside the car.

It turned out to be a cart full of explosives and detonators!

"Well, it's really lucky that you didn't get blown up, you actually put the detonator and explosives together, is it because Maxim didn't train you enough in Roswell?"

Chen Jianqiu frowned.

He rolled up his sleeves and moved the detonator and explosives out of the car.

"That's what they were supposed to keep." Sean pouted as he helped move things down.

"The lock on the door of the cabin where the explosives are stored, you can go to it, and you can smash it open with the butt of a gun. I doubt this thing can be blown up. ”

Chen Jianqiu picked up a piece of explosives and observed it carefully.

Judging from the state, there is no big problem, but what the actual effect is, can only be left to fate.

"Tie it more, this wooden bridge isn't a sturdy thing."

The two tied a whole cart of explosives under the bridge and installed detonators.

"Do you want to make a mark?" Sean turned around and asked Chen Jianqiu, who had climbed onto the roof.

"No, I can see it." Chen Jianqiu set up the gun in his hand and took aim.

In the shooter state, the location of the detonator is clearly visible.

After everything was ready, Chen Jianqiu and Sean returned to the settlement together.

Chinese workers are collecting and crafting weapons according to their abilities.

On the ground lay a stack of hoes, axes, and shovels, as well as improvised bows and arrows, and stone ropes.

"Jianqiu, do we really rely on these to fight those foreigners? They've got guns! ”

Uncle Xinjie looked at these things on the ground and asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, listen to me, you only have a pair of pants left, and you can strangle them."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the people who were busy.

"How many of them know how to use guns?"

The Chinese workers stopped what they were doing, you look at me, I look at you.

It's fine for them to wield their hoes, but most of them don't use guns much.

"I will, I've done Orion."

The old miner named Lei Youqing walked out and said to Chen Jianqiu.

No one knows the origin of this old man, only that he seems to have suffered a lawsuit over there.

He has a short temper, blows up at the slightest bit, and is notoriously difficult to mess with in the mines.

"Have you ever killed someone?" Chen Jianqiu glanced him up and down and asked.

"Slaughtered the dog." Lei Youqing's eyes were fierce and with fire.

"Good." Chen Jianqiu turned his head and said to everyone, "A few more strong young men, pick up the weapons you have in hand, and follow me." ”

He took Lei Youqing and a few young men to a room closest to the bridge.

The house was originally a dormitory for several miners, but several of them had recently died in the mine.

The rest of the Chinese workers thought it was unlucky, so no one wanted to live here.

The windows of the house are facing the direction of the bridge, and the door is at the back.

Chen Jianqiu led everyone around to the back and kicked open the door of the house.

He came out with a ladder and set it up next to the door.

"You are lying in ambush near this house, if anyone comes and climbs the ladder, kill them!" Chen Jianqiu patted the dust on his hands and said to them.

Subsequently, the other Chinese workers were arranged in various dark corners.

"Boss, why don't you let me stay with you?" Sean looked at the place where he had been arranged and asked righteously.

It is a wooden barrel with a lid, located on the other side of the settlement.

"It's in a good location and it's safe." Chen Jianqiu seemed to smile, "You are too easy to get shot, it is still suitable for shooting black guns in the corner." ”

"But this is the road to Caben County, whose black gun am I shooting?" Sean asked, as he slipped into the barrel.

"Hit whoever you can."

The long night finally passed.

The morning sun leaps over the horizon, shining golden sunlight on the town.

However, it was an extraordinary morning for the town.

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

The bell at the entrance of the town rang.

The whites, armed with weapons, came out of their houses and gathered in front of the door of the Knights of Labor.

Most of them were mine workers, and some were other townspeople in Stone Springs and Hayden's men.

O'Neill climbed onto the platform where several wooden boxes had been erected.

His expression, as always, looked gentle.

But the words that came out of his mouth were like Satan's curse, opening Pandora's box.

"My co-workers! Citizens of America! Take up your weapons! Defend your rights! Get those Chinese out of Shiquan Town! ”

After O'Neill issued the declaration of war, more than a hundred whites began to walk towards the bridge over the Bate River.

Marvin Hayden slung his shotgun over his shoulders and led the members of his "Rock Springs White Mutual Aid" to the front of the line.

The reason why he rushed to the front was not to show his bravery, but because the first to rush into the Chinese ghetto enjoyed the priority of plundering property.

Thinking of this, a greedy smile appeared on the corner of Hayden's mouth.

He, and the man behind him, quickened the pace of his feet.

When they got a few steps away from the bridge, they suddenly felt that something was wrong.

At this time of the day, there would have been a lot of Chinese workers washing up by the river, and smoke would have risen from the chimneys of the houses opposite.

In Hayden's vision, some Chinese workers should see them and run back in a panic.

Ran and screamed, and then fled with more frightened Chinese workers.

Shoot at them like a flock and slaughter them!

None of these conceivable scenes appeared.

On the riverside, there is not a single Chinese worker!

Hayden hesitated.

Got the news in advance and ran out? Or did the mining company dismiss them first?

"Hey! Bastard! What to see? ”

Suddenly, a neutral voice came from across the riverbank.

When everyone looked up, they saw a man standing on the roof not far away.

The man, wearing a cowboy hat and a dark red leather jacket, was smiling at them.

Without saying a word, Hayden raised his gun and shot the man on the roof.

I don't know if it's because the shotgun doesn't have enough range, or if Hayden's accuracy is too poor, this shot doesn't pose any threat.

The man's sneer was even more piercing.

"What's in your hand? Burning sticks? Why don't you take a look at me! ”

As soon as the man finished speaking, a shot had already been fired.

Raise the gun, aim, and shoot in one go, so fast that you can't see clearly.

"Bang!"

Before Hayden could react, he was lifted by the shot, his brain burst, and he fell to the ground on his back.

The first shot, kill the vanguard.

The crowd was frightened and began to shoot at the man on the roof across the river.

However, the man retracted after firing his shot, and the bullets hit the tiles and ridges of the sloping roof, causing the tiles to fly, but to no avail.

"Stop, stop first!"

O'Neill squeezed out of the crowd.

"A group of people across the river with empty guns on a roof? Like words? One of the workers next to him angrily rebuked the men.

O'Neill, on the other hand, carefully watched the other side of the river.

"Sir, you say, could there really be an ambush on the other side?" The worker asked cautiously.

"I was in San Francisco, and I read a Chinese book called "The Romance of the Three Empires", have you read it?" O'Neill turned his head and asked the worker.

The worker's head shook like a rattle.

He hadn't read a few books in his own country, let alone a foreign one.

"There is a story written in it, a wise man named Zhuge Liang, when facing enemies far greater than him, deliberately put on a confident appearance on the city tower."

O'Neill touched his chin to find a sensation, and it just so happened that he also had a few whiskers on his chin.

"And then?" The worker asked.

"The enemy was scared away." O'Neill said.

"That's stupid." The worker lamented.

"So, we can't be fooled by such a stupid scheme, the other side is playing tricks! More than a hundred people were so frightened by one person that they stopped on the other side of the river? Like words? ”

O'Neill suddenly changed his previous mildness and became angry:

He waved his hand behind him and shouted:

"Everyone, follow me and cross the river!"