"Dear farmers, come and join the supply and marketing cooperatives! All kinds of seeds are sold at low prices! Farm tool rental! ”

"There are low-interest loans here, and we are also in charge of the centralized purchase and sale of agricultural products!"

"There's a golden knella here! It can make the land fertile and double the harvest! One bag is stronger than two! ”

A black man waved his arms and shouted at the crowd in the camp.

This black man is naturally Sean.

After a few weeks of playing with Chen Jianqiu's two-and-a-half-year-old son in Lincolnshire, his mentality completely collapsed.

The little one has learned to run, and can be said to be extremely naughty.

The blacks were tortured every day until Chen Jianqiu and Asuka returned.

"Boss, or send me another errand." Sean had a sad face.

So he was sent here to disgust the Colonists' Guild.

This supply and marketing cooperatives was Chen Jianqiu's idea.

Originally, the main purpose was to sell Roswell's fertilizer, and he was going to start slowly harvesting the red-necked wool after he officially settled down.

But when he returned from Oklahoma, he changed his mind.

Chen Jianqiu's instructions to Sean don't matter how many people you pull, don't let too many people join the Colonizer Association.

The black man continued his propaganda:

"Most importantly! We! No! Harvest! Yes! Fee! Sean shouted to the surrounding farmers.

The pigtailed men and the Colonists Guild were soon snubbed, and more and more people gathered on the side of the blacks.

This caused extreme dissatisfaction among the pigtailed men.

He led people into the crowd and came to Sean:

"Hey! Black person! You deliberately smashed my field, didn't you? ”

"No, I'm just recruiting for my own supply and marketing cooperative." Sean shrugged his shoulders and said with an innocent expression.

The pigtailed man's eyes widened: "You are the one who has a heart!" If you don't come sooner or later, you have to come when I come! ”

Sean pointed to the expectant farmers around him:

"Who says that if you are only allowed to come and deceive, we can't operate legally?"

He glanced at the brochure in the pigtailed man's hand: "Just rush at you for a long paragraph of text on it, who can read it?" ”

The pigtailed man noticed the disdainful gazes of the rednecks around him, and he suddenly realized that he had overlooked the fact that these guys had always prided themselves on being illiterate.

"Tell me what you say, who is swindling? Who is swindling? ”

Annoyed, the pigtailed man rushed to Sean and grabbed the black man by the collar, looking like he wanted to shoot him.

However, his assistant grabbed him.

"Tom! Don't be impulsive! The soldiers of the Federation are coming! The assistant gestured to a group of cavalry that was swinging towards the camp.

The pigtailed man loosened the black man's collar and said a cruel word:

", it's better not for me to come to the Oklahoma region to see you, when the time comes, these Federation cavalry won't be able to save you!"

The time finally came on April 22, the day the borders opened.

It was a sunny morning.

A few days ago, everyone was allowed to pass through the Cherokee reservation and come to the boundary line of the Open Lands.

Tens of thousands of people lined up at one time, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

Horse-drawn carriages, horse-drawn carriages for hire, horse-drawn carriages carrying people, bicycles, and all sorts of strange carts were full of their belongings.

Their wheels line up one after the other, stretching for miles.

People were anxiously awaiting the arrival of noon.

In front of them is an invisible line.

The army set up sentry posts at fixed distances to monitor the movements of these people.

The Federation cavalry, patrolling back and forth along this line, drove back the foulers who were unwilling to wait for the deadline.

Once again, they have demonstrated their authority.

A few people who repeatedly disobeyed the rules and dared to challenge their authority were beaten into a sieve and lifted out of the border line.

Yes, even corpses are not allowed to cross the line before noon.

The Oklahoma Colonists Association didn't huddle with the retail investors.

They occupied a section alone.

The association's armed forces, which claimed to have thousands of people, but were actually about 700 people, finally appeared on the border line.

Most of them are veterans and cowboys who work odd jobs in Kansas or Texas, occasionally doing house-raiding to support their families.

It is only at such times that they gather and appear en masse.

Beside them were several flatbed wagons carrying hand-cranked Gatlings.

Coutch looked at his strong armament, and his heart was extremely excited.

These people are the foundation of my rule over Oklahoma, and I am the king of Oklahoma!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but point to the vast grassland on the other side of the border line, and said impassionedly to the crowd:

"There's our future there! It is God's Garden of Eden! We! It's unstoppable! ”

The clock was ticking towards noon.

The commander of the Union Army glanced at his pocket watch.

Before the operation, all the officers on this line had already aligned their watches to ensure the consistency of the order.

The hour hand gradually points to twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

The commander raised his revolver in his hand high and pointed it at the sky.

"Smack!"

Gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

Suddenly, there was chaos along the border line.

People frantically whipped their horses and rushed forward.

However, there are no roads, and it is too crowded.

Before they had gone far, a vehicle began to lose control and overturn to the ground.

For a moment, the sound of vehicles colliding, the neighing of horses, and the shouting and scolding of people were all in one.

Horses freed from overturned vehicles run wildly, trampling and ramming more vehicles.

Everything was chaotic and exciting.

In this moment of thought, people fell into extreme madness.

"Rush! The target, the plain south of the North Carnedine River. Couch yelled at the riders behind him.

He is convinced that they will be the first to reach their destination.

But what Kutch didn't know was.

Last night, someone had already knocked and touched the border, heading for the land.

It was Li Sifu and his cavalry.

Except for a few flatbed wagons carrying boundary stake materials, the rest were all lightly armed cavalry.

The reason why the patrolling soldiers couldn't find them was because Li Sifu and they didn't go directly from the plain.

They went straight into the Indian reservation and from there headed for the North Carnedine River.

Union soldiers would not go to Indian reservations to look for people.

And right now.

Arkansas City trains lined up to sail along the Santa Fe Railroad into the Oklahoma area.

The train was crowded with sweaty people, not only in the carriages, but also on the roof and pedals.

The slow speed of the train gives them little advantage over those on the border.

They heard that there were as many as fifteen trains this time.

But what they didn't know was that before the fifteen trains departed, three trains marked Santa Fe Railroad had already departed from Dodge City ahead of schedule.

It was loaded with Zhang Danian and his more than a thousand soldiers, Danny and his two hundred artillery cadets.

And, of course, a dozen Makqins, mountains of supplies and bullets, and the twelve Krupp field guns!

(End of chapter)