Once Chen Jianqiu's gun goes off, he basically wants to see blood.

Six "lucky" Spanish soldiers were chosen.

Blood flowers bloom separately on different parts of their bodies.

Those who were shot were either killed or wounded, and they quickly lost their combat effectiveness.

Before they lost consciousness, they could only faintly see a little golden light looming in the dust mist.

Almost at the same time, Camilla also had an extra pistol in her hand.

This pistol is somewhat similar to the one Camilla used in New York, but the overall size is much larger.

The previous pistol was a test of Browning's first automatic pistol, and the main design idea was for Camilla's self-defense.

But the former No. 1 female bounty in the West was not very satisfied with the power of the pistol after seeing its blood.

"Mr. Browning, you don't have to think about whether I can hold it or not, that's what housewives worry about." Camilla said this in the telegram.

At the same time, at the instigation of Chen Jianqiu, she also put forward a lot of very demanding requirements.

For example, it is required to be able to shoot under harsh conditions, and the structure is as simple as possible.

As a result, Browning, who was far away in Roswell, lost a lot of hair.

He had to increase the caliber of his pistol, using 11.43 mm (0.45 in) caliber bullets.

After more than half a year of experimentation and improvement, the gun was officially made.

Browning named it "L1895".

However, when Chen Jianqiu took the package of the sample gun from the postman and opened it, he found that the gun looked familiar.

It was the M1911 that became famous.

Chen Jianqiu secretly felt that he was going to get rich again.

Camila quickly emptied the pistol's magazine.

A total of seven bullets, ten meters away, knocked down five people.

Four of them chose a different target from Chen Jianqiu.

This is a tacit understanding formed between husband and wife.

Only the first one was an unlucky one.

He was hit by the couple's guns at the same time, one in the lower abdomen and the other in the chest, blood gushed like a spring, and soon went to see God.

In less than ten seconds, Chen Jianqiu and his wife killed half of the Spanish soldiers.

The members of the Dragon's Crew pulled their weapons out of the arms boxes one after another.

The weapon shipped this time is a Roswell 1888 with a box magazine, which is an updated iteration, and it still presses the bullet from above, so the reload rate is still very fast.

The warriors of the Long Xiang group quickly wiped out the remaining Spanish soldiers after picking up their guns.

These people are not in the habit of staying alive without a special request from the governor.

The Spanish soldiers, who had not breathed, were quickly reloaded with guns and died.

Santos had been with these Chinese soldiers for a while, so he wasn't too surprised, he just hid farther away when the battle began;

But Dias and his drivers are different.

They saw with their own eyes that the Chinese warriors in front of them had beaten the Spaniards into a sieve in less than two minutes.

None survived.

Dias now has mixed feelings.

He was dazed and overwhelmed.

He didn't know what to do, what to say.

At the same time, he was scared and trembling.

These people in front of them didn't blink a single eye.

Killing twenty is also killing, and killing thirty is also killing, no worse than him and his coachmen.

But at the same time, he actually felt a little refreshed in his heart.

On weekdays, for the sake of prestige, the Spanish soldiers who rode on their heads died like this, and there was no room to fight back.

or lying down, or lying on their stomachs, or curled up on the ground, like dead dogs.

"Hey, buddy, we're going to change our destination, I don't know what you think?"

Chen Jianqiu asked the people of the Long Xiang group to dispose of the corpse, and by the way, they picked up some useful things.

And he himself, with his golden revolver, walked in front of Dias.

The golden revolver returned to the holster at his waist after a few fancy turns in Chen Jianqiu's hand.

Dias shuddered.

Although Chen Jianqiu's expression was smiling, he still saw a hint of coldness in the eyes of this Chinese.

"So, where is that going?" Dias asked cautiously.

"To the south, in Saji, a small fishing village, all these arms in the cart were delivered to the rebels." Chen Jianqiu said bluntly.

His eyes never took off Dias's body.

Dias's body shook involuntarily.

Of course, he understood what Chen Jianqiu meant.

Such a confidential thing was told to him so unreservedly.

Either go to the black in the same boat and go to the black, join them and transport arms for the rebels.

Either he would end up like the Spanish soldiers who died in front of him, with a few more holes in his body and his corpses being eaten by wild animals.

It seems that there is a choice, but there is no choice.

Dias slapped his thigh:

"Join the rebels! That's great, I've wanted to do it for a long time. Like I said on the road, just no chance, these damn Spaniards should have been finished a long time ago! ”

He said eagerly to Chen Jianqiu.

Fifty percent of the truth, plus 50 percent of the forced helplessness.

"Lai Gubei! What is the most important thing about joining the rebels? Chen Jianqiu turned his head and shouted loudly to the young man standing by the carriage.

"Courage!" Lai Gubei replied.

"What else?"

"Faith!"

"What else?"

“.”

Chen Jianqiu saw that Lai Gubei was deep in thought, so he turned to Dias:

"For the sake of freedom or independence, as you have seen, if there is no rebellion, Cuba and the Cuban people will never come out, and they will either be starved to death or beaten to death."

"It's better to give yourself a chance, give your descendants a chance, not to mention, the earlier you join, the greater the benefits."

"Therefore, the most important thing is to be 'resolute', to be simple, to keep your head on the waistband of your trousers, not to think about what you have and what you don't have, just follow it and be done."

Chen Jianqiu enlightened Dias.

Dias nodded repeatedly.

What's the matter, no matter how good the coachman's car is, it's also a coachman, so it's better to do it vigorously.

Who said that if the Governor General did it for the Spaniards, I Cubans could not do it?

Slaughtered into Havana and took the bird's seat.

The convoy transporting the munitions stopped continuing north, but turned southwest.

The terrain in this vicinity is very familiar to Dias.

In order to avoid being overtaken by the Spanish troops who followed, he chose a path at the foot of the mountain, which was not very inconspicuous, and followed the edge of the mountain all the way to the south.

Walked for about half a day or so.

Chen Jianqiu and his transport team finally heard and saw a palm tree, and at the same time heard the sound of the waves.

"We seem to be on the beach." Santos patted Chen Jianqiu's shoulder, who was covering his face with a hat and closing his eyes.

"It's here." Chen Jianqiu didn't even bother to take off the hat covering his face, and said unhurriedly, "If nothing else, someone should welcome us." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of Chinese soldiers rushed out of the woods with guns in hand.

These Chinese soldiers were all yellow and thin, and their clothes were a little ragged, and some of them even had only half of their pants left, and there were holes in the back of their clothes.

There are about 30 soldiers, and they are the front guard posts sent by Lai Hua, mainly to warn the enemy of possible attacks in advance.

Leading them was Second Lieutenant Luo.

When they saw the Long Xiang group escorting the car, they were stunned at first.

The opposite side is also Chinese.

But they don't remember that there were Chinese villages nearby.

Luo Xiangrong, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, is also a little puzzled.

He ate too many sand crabs on the beach last night, and now his stomach is a little upset, and he looks at the flour bags and potatoes on the convoy car.

Chinese caravans?

But why did the Chinese caravan appear in this place?

The soldiers stood in the middle of the road with shotguns in hand, and Luo Xiangrong stood in front of them.

"Stop, who are you?" He asked out loud in Hakka.

Faced with the aggressive posture of the opposite side, the soldiers of the Long Xiang group took off the guns on their backs and held them in their hands.

Chen Jianqiu also took his hat off his face.

He suddenly felt that Luo Xiangrong's accent sounded familiar.

When he was in San Francisco and Chile, he had heard people speak Hakka, but he didn't care about it.

But now, the fragments of memory began to invade him again.

Chen Jianqiu originally thought that since he met Li Shishi, he had completely picked up the memories and put them together relatively completely.

But I didn't expect the fragments to float up again.

That's about his physical father, King Chen Yucheng.

In these intermittent memory fragments, the young King of England is not tall, but his face is handsome and radiant.

Speaking almost the same language as the person in front of him, he proudly boasted of his infant self to those around him:

"When this kid grows up, he must be no worse than me!"

People say that before the age of five, you can't remember anything.

Chen Jianqiu was very surprised by the appearance of such a picture in his mind, but he did not delve into it.

He was an orphan.

The proud tone and loving eyes of the King of England that appeared in his memory made him feel indescribable for a while.

He even wanted to reach out and touch it.

But the fragments were quickly annihilated, leaving only Chen Jianqiu standing in place.

Everyone hadn't realized Chen Jianqiu's abnormality yet.

Although, he could already understand what Luo Xiangrong was saying.

However, Lai Gubei jumped from the back of the carriage for the first time and rushed towards the rebel soldiers with broken guns.

"Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive! It's all your own people! The excited young man quickly rushed to the front of the convoy, "It's me!" It's me! I did it! I did it! ”

"Gu Bei!"

The soldiers saw Lai Gubei's characteristic mixed-race face and put down their guns one after another.

I haven't seen it for a month or two, and this thing looks a little fat!

"Gu Bei, did you buy a gun?"

Luo Xiangrong walked up and held Lai Gubei's shoulders with both hands.

Only then did Lai Gubei remember that Chen Jianqiu was still behind him.

He hurriedly got out of the way and introduced Chen Jianqiu to Luo Xiangrong after he got up.

There was no warm hug or handshake, and Luo Xiangrong's reaction was quite cold.

He walked up, glanced at Chen Jianqiu, and asked in a stiff Cantonese dialect:

"You are the general director of the San Francisco Chinese Association, the double-flower red stick of ZGT, the leader of the Chinese in Hawaii, and Li Jianqiu, known as the 'King of the World'?"

At this time, Chen Jianqiu had already recovered from the meeting.

When he heard the five words "contemporary Wang Xuance", his toes were about to cut out a four-bedroom living room in his shoes.

He is thick-skinned, but he is still not thick enough to accept such two titles in a grand manner.

Nine times out of ten, it's the whole work of the Chung Wah Association.

"Friends can afford it, but I'm just a businessman." Chen Jianqiu said helplessly, "In addition, my surname is Chen." ”

Luo Xiangrong didn't say much, just beckoned to him and motioned for him to follow up with the convoy.

From here, along the seaside and towards the small fishing village, the road is not flat and the road is full of potholes.

This is not common in Cuba during the dry season.

"It's weird, it didn't seem like this when I was here last time." As he carefully steered the carriage, Dias looked at the burned houses on both sides of the road.

"Everyone here should have been driven to the port of San Diego." Chen Jianqiu guessed, "Just like what you saw at the checkpoint before." ”

Dias's hand gripping the reins clenched again:

"These damn Spaniards!"

The rebel barracks were set up next to a small fishing village that had been reduced to ruins, near the forest.

In fact, it is not so much a forest as a place of temporary rest, broken beyond breakage.

Luo Xiangrong led Chen Jianqiu's convoy into the camp, and the Chinese soldiers who were still in the camp all surrounded him.

They have a wide variety of weapons in their hands, ranging from knives to rifles, and they seem to span the entire history of human civilization.

And in the middle of the camp, the respected Lai Hua was waiting for their arrival.

His expression was calm, and he did not see the ecstasy of his son's return, but only smiled faintly.

"It's good to be back." Lai Hua whispered to Lai Gubei, who strode in front of him.

Lai Gubei and Luo Xiangrong reported the ins and outs of the matter to Lai Hua.

Lai Hua nodded, and then looked at Chen Jianqiu:

"Mr. Chen, take the liberty of asking, can you let us inspect the goods?"

"No problem." Chen Jianqiu replied very dryly.

Lai Hua stepped forward.

Chen Jianqiu turned around, took out a handful of Roswell 1888 from the box, and threw it to him.

Lai Hua skillfully pulled the bolt of the gun, looked at the bolt, and then checked the other details of the gun body, and then praised it:

"It's a good gun, I captured a Gew98 rifle used by the Spanish army last month, which is said to be very advanced, but it is still broken, and it may not be as good as this one."

"There were 400 identical rifles in the car, as well as bullets and some grenades." Chen Jianqiu said calmly, "There are more guns on the way in the future." ”

The people around Lai Hua were all happy, and they almost cheered.

But the old man's expression was very calm.

He returned the gun in his hand to Chen Jianqiu and shook his head slightly:

"I don't know how you and Gu Bei talked, but it's clear that our money is not enough to pay for these guns."

"Don't worry, don't worry about the money first." Chen Jianqiu said.

Lai Hua still shook his head.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, let alone an arms dealer who is rumored to be from Cantonese.

"Mr. Chen, it stands to reason that you can leave these things to your subordinates, so why bother to come in person."

Chen Jianqiu smiled:

"If I hadn't come in person, I'm afraid this batch of goods wouldn't have been shipped here, I just wanted to see what kind of revolution the Chinese brothers in Cuba had reached and whether they could help."

When Lai Gubei heard this, he was a little embarrassed.

And Luo Xiangrong had a heated discussion with Lai Hua in Hakka.

"Lai Da, I think this person must have other purposes, it's not that simple."

"A wealthy American Chinese businessman paid for so many weapons to be sent to the rebel army in Cuba, and the key is to personally escort them, and he has no other ideas, do you believe it?"

Luo Xiangrong Taotao unconsciously expressed his opinion, and Lai Hua on the side replied a sentence or two at first, but was silent later.

"Anyway, I think this what, what Li, alas, I forgot, Li or something, the Cantonese people of Li or something, are not trustworthy." He concluded with his concluding remarks.

Chen Jianqiu listened to it from the sidelines.

He could actually understand the Hakka conversation between the two, and then casually interrupted the discussion between the two with a Hakka remark:

"I'm also a Hakka."

Luo Xiangrong and Lai Hua were stunned and cast surprised glances at him.

Chen Jianqiu smiled, looked at Luo Xiangrong, and continued:

"In addition, my surname is not Li, my surname is Chen, Chen Yucheng's Chen."

(End of chapter)