While Kutch was letting go of the gun, Chen Jianqiu was inspecting a new batch of lambs from Lincolnshire at the newly built livestock exchange.

In addition to selling these lambs to the surrounding rednecks, there are also those prepared for the Chinese on their own pastures.

Chen Jianqiu asked some of them for their opinions.

At this time, the hometowns of the Chinese who came to the United States were mainly on the southeast coast, especially in Guangdong.

Very few come from the interior.

Most of them prefer to clear their fields for farming rather than grazing.

But this part of Oklahoma is just too suitable for animal husbandry.

Agriculture itself is a harvest industry, eggs cannot be put in one basket, and the only way to obtain protein cannot be soy products.

It is still necessary to adapt measures to local conditions and follow the customs.

In this regard, Chen Jianqiu did not make it mandatory, but suggested that those Chinese who worked for their own ranches in Lincolnshire should try it out first.

Only real benefits can convince others.

Chen Jianqiu was very satisfied with this batch of lambs, it seemed that Daddy James had put a lot of thought into it.

The people of the National Agricultural Cooperatives not only brought lambs, but also experienced technicians and clerks.

They intend to develop a corresponding membership here as well.

Just as Chen Jianqiu was discussing with those technicians.

A Chinese soldier hurried in.

"What happened?"

Chen Jianqiu put a cute little lamb in his arms on the ground, touched its head, and asked unhurriedly.

"Report to Mr. Chen! The other side of the river is attacking us! The soldier clasped his hands into fists and reported.

"Is anyone hurt?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"One of our workers was hit, but luckily he wasn't badly injured!"

"We seem to be in trouble." A member of the agricultural cooperative, who had just discussed with Chen Jianqiu, frowned.

The member of the agricultural cooperative, named Thomas Simpson, understands Chinese, especially Cantonese, and is an old acquaintance of Chen Jianqiu.

"Minor problem." Chen Jianqiu smiled at him, "You continue to discuss the matter of postpartum care of ewes, and I will deal with it first." ”

He then walked out of the gate with the Chinese soldier.

"The attack came very suddenly, and in our judgment, it should have come from the newly built watchtower on the opposite side, where the view was excellent." The soldier reported as he followed Chen Jianqiu's side.

"Hmm." Chen Jianqiu only responded briefly, as if he had expected this matter a long time ago.

They did not go to the river, but came to the place where the artillery cadets were stationed.

Like Zhang Danian's 1,000 soldiers, these artillery cadets also received their own land here, some of them stayed in the camp and some of them went to work on their own farms.

The militia, the militia, is the people first, and then the soldiers.

"Is Danny back?"

After stepping into the camp, Chen Jianqiu shouted loudly.

When Danny arrives in Oklahoma, he thinks he is going to fight, but he finds that he can't even cross the bridge on the other side.

In addition, as the mayor of Roswell, he happened to have something going on over there, so he went back to Roswell.

"Yes, I just came back in the morning, and I'm sleeping in the house now." A soldier's head sticks out of the window.

Chen Jianqiu walked into the room quickly.

Danny was lying in his chair, his legs on a stool in front of him, snoring like thunder, and sleeping soundly.

Chen Jianqiu walked up to him and knocked on the table in front of him:

"Danny! Woke up and had dinner. ”

The old blonde man still slept soundly, without any intention of being disturbed.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while, leaned into his ear, and changed his words:

"Danny! Your wife, Teresa, is here to talk to you about her son! ”

Danny's eyes snapped open, and he sat up from his chair and glanced around warily:

"Theresa is here? Where is it? ”

"No, she's in Roswell." Chen Jianqiu looked at him with a grin, "Hurry up, your cannon is about to open." ”

When he heard that he had work to do, Danny suddenly stopped sleepy.

His cannon finally came into play.

"I'm going to get everybody assembled right now." Danny said.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head: "No, just drag the four cannons out." ”

Danny yelled in the camp.

The cadets led the horses, and soon dragged out the four Krupp field guns.

They followed Chen Jianqiu to a place not far from the riverbank.

"I'll blow up all four of these things." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the four guard towers on the north bank of the river and said.

In the setting sun, it can be clearly seen that there are still people on the watchtower probing their brains.

"Okay, no problem!"

Danny rolled up his sleeves and greeted the cadets behind him.

"Fu Zhengli, Si Ko Shiliang, and Little Hawkins, the three of you are out of the ranks, one person and one door, I control one alone, and the others will assist according to the usual training grouping! Do you understand? ”

The three people named all looked a little nervous.

However, Danny didn't seem to care about them, found a cannon himself, and began to calibrate the direction and trajectory.

Although the 75mm caliber is considered a light gun, it basically requires two or three people to make auxiliary adjustments.

But for Danny, one person is enough.

And he has another skill.

It's a visual inspection.

When Chen Jianqiu first met Danny, he had learned this ability from him, even if it was just intuition, he was very accurate.

While the gunners of the other three guns were still measuring the range and adjusting the angle of fire, Danny's side had already begun to reload.

"You really don't want to confirm the confirmation?" Chen Jianqiu looked across the river in the direction of the cannon barrel.

"Florida Destroyer" did not answer Chen Jianqiu's question, or rather, the way to answer him was to directly pull the fire rope.

"Boom!"

At this time, on the other side of the river, the pigtailed man was standing on the top of the watchtower with a gun and looking south of the riverbank.

But his attention was always on the other side of the bridge.

He was afraid that Kutch's shot just now would really make the other side really gather.

Even if he doesn't rush the bridge on the other side, he can't stand it, even if he puts a gun on his side.

Therefore, the pigtailed man is always ready to withdraw from the watchtower.

However, after some time, there were no assembled troops at the bridgehead, not even those who fought back.

The braided man gradually became bolder.

It seems that the opposite side is also strong and strong, or rather, adhering to the unique Chinese, that, what? That's right, "forbearance"!

"Hurry up to the tower, let's sneak attack another wave of people and leave!" He beckoned to the other cowboys, motioning for them to go up to the other three towers.

Soon, there were people on all four towers.

And the pigtailed man also began to look for the next target.

Suddenly, he saw a group of people appear in the distance, and in front of them, there seemed to be a row of other things.

The pigtailed man couldn't see well with the naked eye, and he took out his binoculars.

When he looked through the binoculars to see what that row of things was.

The pigtailed man's breathing stopped instantly.

That's, cannon?!

Before he could react, the old blond man in the telescope jerked on the rope.

With a loud bang, something seemed to fly towards him from the binoculars.

"Oh my God!"

The pigtailed man said his last words in this world.

(End of chapter)