The quartermaster and the soldiers beside him reacted first by drawing their guns and firing back.

But Li Sifu swept a shuttle in front of him with a BAR, and smashed the boxes on the carriage behind the quartermaster.

The quartermaster's soldiers glanced at their Kragg-Jorgensen rifles and immediately dismissed the idea of resisting.

"Misunderstandings, all misunderstandings." The quartermaster said with a smile on his face, "We are just in a bit of a hurry, and we have to leave overnight." ”

"I have to pay for the overnight departure."

Under the firelight, Li Sifu said with a smile.

The quartermaster gritted his teeth, came to Li Sifu's side, and said in a low voice:

"Sir, I have something important to tell you, you come with me."

He took Li Sifu to the side, turned his head to look behind him, then blocked the sight of the people behind him with his left hand, and took out his stack of private money from his clothes with his right hand, and quietly stuffed it into Li Sifu's pocket:

"Sir, we are doing a small business, please raise your noble hand and let us go."

The quartermaster paid for the pain in the flesh.

It was all his own money, and he had to find a way to get Wiltord for reimbursement when he went back.

However, his outstretched hand was caught.

Li Sifu looked at him and smiled:

"Raise your hand, huh?"

"Hmm," the quartermaster nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Li Sifu raised his head and shouted into the darkness:

"Boss, this man stuffed me with money, so he wants me to let him go!"

In the midst of the quartermaster's stunned gaze, a man walked out of the dark night with his hands behind his back.

He slowly walked in front of the quartermaster, took the stack of money handed by Li Sifu, counted it, and put it back in Li Sifu's pocket:

"A little bit of people's heart, just accept it."

Chen Jianqiu said.

The quartermaster was overjoyed, and turned his head to beckon his soldiers to pack up their things and run away.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jianqiu spoke again:

"Did I tell you to leave?"

"But, this, that." The quartermaster's eyes widened, and he pointed to Li Sifu's pocket, and then to Chen Jianqiu.

"The money has been given, all the people have come, we have to do our best to be the landlord, how can we let you leave like this, how embarrassing." Chen Jianqiu said.

He waved at Li Sifu and the soldiers with guns.

The soldiers rushed up, those who dismounted their guns, those who took prisoners, and those who drove the cars.

An hour later, the goods on the car returned to Zhao and returned to the farm's warehouse; The quartermaster and soldiers were "invited" into the camp next to the farm; Their wagons and pack horses were taken down and rushed into the farm's convoy.

In the camp on the border, Wiltord was still waiting for good news from the quartermaster.

Every day he would walk up to the camp's lookout and look in the direction of Roswell.

However, the convoy that the colonel had hoped for never appeared, and the storage of grain in the camp warehouses was decreasing day by day.

Hundreds of mouths, no matter how much you save to eat, the grain in the warehouse will soon bottom out.

Finally, the big-headed soldiers under his command finally couldn't help it.

"There was still a loaf of bread yesterday! That's half a block left today! You don't want us to live! ”

Still in front of the shed where the food was distributed, an angry soldier held up half a loaf of bread in his hand and roared.

"If you don't want to eat it, you can give me the rest of the half." The quartermaster in charge of the distribution pointed to the half of the bread and said weakly, "I haven't eaten enough. ”

He sighed: "You can also go around to catch some wild goods to satisfy your hunger, I pestle here every day, and I can only starve half to death." ”

The troublesome soldiers looked at each other.

"Don't talk cool things in this yin and yang weirdness, see for yourself what can be eaten near this hellish place, even lizards and rattlesnakes have been caught!" A soldier stepped forward and said, "Hurry up and get the quartermaster out!" He has to give everyone an explanation! ”

"He's been out to buy food for a few days, and he hasn't seen anyone yet, you want to find him, I still want to find him."

The quartermaster felt a little tired of standing and talking, and tried to find a place to sit down, but he looked around and found no chair to sit on, so he leaned back on the table.

"He, if he doesn't come out, I, we'll rob the warehouse!"

When the soldiers saw that the quartermaster was like this, they had to threaten like this.

"Go, remember to find food, see that they are all in the same military camp for the sake of soldiers, share a little with me."

The quartermaster felt tired of sitting and answering, so he simply lay down on the table.

He removed the keychain from his waist and threw it to the soldier at the head.

When the soldiers saw him say this, they marched in groups and slaughtered the storehouse with great vigour.

The door to the warehouse is locked.

The soldiers with the keys were surrounded and tried on the keys one by one.

However, firstly, he was not familiar with it, and secondly, in full view of everyone, the soldier's hands were a little trembling, and his movements were not very neat. In addition, I was unlucky, and I didn't get the key right after trying for a long time.

The soldiers in the back were in a hurry.

"Get out of the way, I'll come!"

A bearded soldier raised his gun and began to smash the lock on the door with the butt.

I didn't smash it a few times, but I only heard a "bang".

The lock was smashed open and fell to the ground.

The crowd slammed open the door and rushed in.

But when they saw the situation in the warehouse, they were dumbfounded.

The warehouse was empty except for a few bags of potatoes in the corner.

The soldiers were furious.

Feeling that their intelligence had been fooled, they returned to the greenhouse in a rage.

The bearded man at the head stepped forward, grabbed the quartermaster who was lying on the table and watched the sky, and dragged him up.

"Where's the grain?! What about our food? And our salaries! The bearded man roared angrily.

"You ask me, who do I ask?" The quartermaster didn't have the slightest sense of fear, and his face was rotten, "That's it when I got the key, if you want to ask, go and ask the commander, what kind of hero am I." ”

The bearded man was right to think about it.

He let go of his hand, raised the gun in his hand, turned to the soldiers behind him and shouted:

"Brothers, let's go to Wiltord and ask for an explanation!"

Under his leadership, the soldiers poured like a tidal wave into Wiltord's house.

"Wiltord! Come out!"

The bearded man stood up and yelled at the closed door.

However, there was no response from inside the room, not even the slightest movement.

The bearded man turned his head and exchanged glances with the man behind him.

This thing can't have heard the movement and ran away in advance!

"Wiltord! Come out! If we don't come out, we'll rush in! The bearded man shouted again.

"Are you looking for me?"

The Colonel came out of the back of the room with a composure expression.

The colonel had already seen everything clearly from the watchtower.

He knew that what he feared had finally happened.

However, as a daring gambler, his first reaction was not to run away, but to see this as an opportunity to take revenge on Chen Jianqiu and his Chinese community.

"Our grain has been robbed by the Chinese!"

Wiltord didn't give the soldiers below a chance to speak at all, and said directly.

"They attacked us in the desert and then detained the convoy where we were going to buy food."

The colonel sighed: "Originally, I didn't want to embarrass them for the sake of some of them American citizens, but the inferior nature of these Chinese made them ignorant. ”

He pointed in the direction of Roswell:

"The Chinese have taken possession of our land and have grown food on our land to feed their locusts that have come from the east, and if you want to be fed, you can come with me to them and ask for a little."

Wiltord's rhetoric of deflecting contradictions is old-fashioned, but effective.

Most of the big soldiers who joined the army in these years were simple-minded and did not receive much education.

As the saying goes, a rogue soldier is not as good as a coward.

The unrestrained, hungry and green-eyed soldiers dare to rob even their own villages, not to mention that there is a malicious commander arching the fire.

"You'd better be truthful." The bearded man spat at the ground and looked at Wiltord viciously.

"I'm your commander, what reason do you think I have to deceive you?" The colonel's palms were sweaty, but they were still light on the surface.

"Kill those Chinese! Get our food back! ”

I don't know who shouted in the crowd.

The rest of the people shouted as well.

For a while, the shouted slogans were connected into a film, echoing in the barracks.

Wiltord looked at the big-headed soldiers who were being stirred up in front of him, and was very satisfied.

"I'll have the logistics dispense with all the food left in the barracks tonight, and I'll set off after eating, targeting the farms south of Roswell!"

He announced to the soldiers.

"Tomorrow morning, we'll have dinner there!"

Hearing the colonel say this, the soldiers who were blocking the room gradually dispersed.

Wiltord felt his back soaking wet, and he rubbed his hand against his pants, wiping the sweat from his palms.

At this moment, Burke suddenly turned out of the side of the room.

When the colonel saw that it was him, he snorted angrily:

"I thought it was who, it turned out to be you, sneaking in the corner, did you want to see my jokes?"

Burke didn't retort.

Although he and Wiltord did not agree with each other, after all, the two still worked together, and he was still nominally the colonel's deputy.

"Are you really going to take this gang to Roswell? You should understand that there is a heavy guard, and Chen Jianqiu and his militia are very strong, if you are rash."

"Enough!" Wiltord suddenly shouted in a thunderous rage.

He pointed at Burke with a hideous expression:

"I'm fed up with your so-called 'sanity' of this coward! Before, in the south of the border, if you hadn't taken the main infantry away, we would have had a chance to wipe out Chen Jianqiu in the Juarez Valley! ”

"It is precisely because the army and federal government are full of weak-willed people like you that Chen Jianqiu and his yellow-skinned scum have a chance to gain a foothold in New Mexico!"

"We should kill them all as we killed the Indians! Instead of being at their mercy here! ”

When Burke saw his commander say this, he said no more, and turned to leave.

He knew that the person in front of him had been carried away by hatred and extreme racial views, and had lost the most basic judgment of the situation, and could not communicate at all.

"Rubbish! Shame on whites! ”

Wiltord spat at Burke's back and turned and walked into his room.

That night, the logistics soldiers boiled all the remaining potatoes and gave one to each of the soldiers.

Wiltord stayed in his house.

He drank the last half of whiskey left in the cabinet behind him, and stuffed his stomach with a lot of terrible biscuits.

The colonel straightened his clothes, checked his weapons, and prepared to go.

"Herald! Heralds! ”

He shouted twice.

However, no one agreed.

The colonel opened the door and found that the barracks was unusually busy and chaotic, with people running around everywhere.

"Herald!"

He yelled loudly at the door.

After a while, a soldier came running.

The soldier was a member of his guard, but because of his low position, he never spoke to the colonel:

"Report to the sir, Captain Burke withdrew with a detachment of soldiers, and they said they didn't want to follow you to your death."

When Wiltord heard this, he was immediately furious.

"What about the others? Gather them all for me! I'm going to go and kill this damn traitor first! Then go to Chen Jianqiu to settle accounts! ”

The soldier hesitated, but said it anyway:

"But some of the soldiers can't help it, and they set off for Roswell first, and if we chase them back, I'm afraid it's too late."

The colonel gasped.

He knew that he had lost control of this team, and now he seemed to have no other choice but to do nothing but do nothing and go with the rest of the people.

"Lead my horse and go!" Wiltord finally resisted his urge to tear Burke to shreds and gave the order.

And on the other side, Roswell Farmstead.

"On the left, move the machine gun inside, no one can hit this angle of fire!"

Li Sifu danced and gestured, directing the placement of the machine gun.

Chen Jianqiu, on the other hand, stood beside him, holding a cigar in his mouth, and staring at the horizon in the distance.

"Boss, how do you look at the location of these firing points?" Li Sifu said to Chen Jianqiu.

"You can arrange it, you don't have to ask me."

Chen Jianqiu didn't even bother to reply.

He is not a master of micromanipulation and has no interest in moving the machine gun a few centimeters to the left or right in the position.

The trade on the farm was temporarily stopped, and the farm was used as the center, and a five-kilometer radius was designated as a forbidden area, saying that the militia was going to conduct exercises, and unrelated people were forbidden to enter.

The farm's non-combatants had been evacuated, and flammable supplies had been removed from the warehouse and transported to the town of Roswell, five kilometres away.

In their place, more than eight hundred militiamen.

They were lying in ambush on the outskirts of the farm, in the houses, on top of the warehouses, and some in the corn fields.

Along with the militia were sixteen Makqin heavy machine guns and a dozen boxes of new products from Roswell's munitions engineers.

Hand grenade.

Although prototype grenades were converted from artillery grenades during the Civil War, the immaturity of the trigger mechanism and the fact that they were loaded with black powder at the time were questionable for both power and safety.

Coupled with the subsequent changes in the battlefield environment, the development of hand grenades was shelved in the United States.

However, Chen Jianqiu restarted the research on the improvement of this weapon despite public opinion.

The first batch of improved grenades with a delayed detonation effect rolled off the production line last week and was moved here at Chen's request.

"Boss, are you sure they're really coming?"

After arranging the personnel, Li Sifu walked to Chen Jianqiu's side and asked.

Chen Jianqiu took the last puff of his cigar, threw the remaining small piece on the ground, and said meaningfully:

"When a dog is in a hurry, it will jump off the wall, let alone a mad dog."

(End of chapter)