Later in the night, the news of the arrival of the Datang Society's brigade had been received by the Madison gangs, and they became agitated.

In the stronghold of Hewan Village

More than a dozen unruly white bandits gathered in the house, drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, and laughing wantonly with scantily clad Caucasian women in their arms.

In the innermost seat, the burly Alexander Madison opened his chest to reveal his hairy chest, his yellow teeth clenched a thick cigar, and his eyes revealed a violent color, and he shouted loudly; "Guys, hear me, those Easterners want to go to war with us, do you think they will ride horses? Can you hold a gun? Hahahaha......"

"Wow...... Oh, the boss said well, I only need to bring a dozen people over to scare these yellow-skinned monkeys out of the. ”

"You're drunk Bruce, Richard of the Tang Society is the best gunslinger in San Francisco, more than 20 cowboys have died at his hands, and there are more than 120 military-trained cavalrymen in his hands, why do you think you can? You idiot. ”

"Tate, are you speaking for those pigtailed sissies? Legend has it that this Richard is very powerful, and I have long wanted to compete with him.

"With all due respect, you're going to die a miserable death, you brainless fool."

"Fake, you've succeeded in me off, Tate, you have to pay for your hubris, I'm going to ...... you"

"Okay, that's enough, shut up for me." The leader of the bandits, Alexander Madison, suddenly became furious, stood up with a fierce expression, walked between the two of them, and suppressed them with a powerful aura.

If it continues, its own people will have to fight first.

Alexander Madison stared at his subordinates fiercely, and only gave up when he saw them retreat, he was not so rough as he seemed on the surface, but he was rough and delicate, and he was cunning, otherwise he would not have lived today.

Fang Cai's words were just a test to see if his subordinates were afraid of the other party's strength? And not recklessly.

His gaze skimmed at the "One-Eyed Dragon" Marbury Jones, this kid led people to fight with the armed horse team of the Tang Dynasty today.

Under the indiscriminate gunning, two white gunmen were shot and killed, and several others were wounded, and they fled all the way back in disarray, without getting any bargains.

This made Alexander Madison feel a little tricky, and he thought about it for a moment and said;

"Guys, since the Datang Society and these people dare to come to the door to call out and keep saying that they want to avenge their dead brothers, it is impossible to retreat easily.

The River of America is our territory, and it is the capital of the brethren's livelihood, and it is inevitable that the armed horse teams of the Orientals must be expelled.

I'm going to settle on the gold vein in Lower River Bay.

Tate has some truth in saying that Richard is San Francisco's most popular gunslinger in recent times, and his Datang Horse Team is large in numbers and well-equipped, so he must deal with it seriously.

So be it

Marbury Jones and Tate took their men to contact the bastards of Old Kahn, Jack "The Barbarian" and Buck Freeman "The Bulldog" and tell them;

Those Orientals have come with guns to seize our Golden River, it is a war between whites and Orientals, and if they are all afraid, then we will give up our great wealth and withdraw from the battle for the Golden River.

If you don't want to let it go, then bring your guns and lead your horses to fight with us.

As long as I can win the final victory, I Alexander Madison promises; will not forcibly seize their territory, everyone will make their own fortunes, and there will be no crime in autumn.

Alexander Addison is far from being as rough as it seems, and is really insidious.

He defined this armed struggle as a war between Caucasians and Orientals, in order to incite the xenophobia of white cowboys, and to gather these white cowboys and bandits who were suppressed by strength in the past to jointly deal with the Tang Dynasty armed forces.

Originating in the remote mountains of Sacramento, the River of America is a true river of gold, with long rivers of shallows and bays, entrenched in teams of gold diggers large and small, and some of the more powerful white gold diggers often bring their own guns to keep warm.

The gangs that Alexander Addison spoke of were the more powerful white gold diggers, with a dozen or so men, such as the elder Kahn and his seven or eight sons and nephews, as well as some close relatives who were armed with their own guns and horses, which ordinary people did not dare to provoke.

There are also the teams of Jack Starr the "Barbarian" and Buck Freeman, the "Bulldog" Buck Freeman, who are also twenty or thirty people, the larger white bandits roaming the rivers of the Americas, collecting protection money and looting other people's gold sand.

In addition to the Chinese and Mexican gold diggers, many of them were white gold diggers who had no followers, and the floating corpses that often floated on the American River were the handiwork of these white bandits.

"It's a good trick, as long as we can get all the old Karn together, we'll win."

"Oh roar, a toast to victory."

The bandits shouted in a high-pitched mood, their eyes flashing with fiery light, and they became more enthusiastic about the upcoming armed fire, and the alcohol stimulated the violent factor in the body, burning more and more vigorously.

Alexander Madison nodded in satisfaction, and said with a fierce smile on the corner of his mouth; "Then we will leave early tomorrow and meet at Hewan Village at noon, and I will invite them to have a drink."

"No problem, boss, we'll leave at dawn." Tate replied on his own initiative.

"One-eyed Dragon" Marbury Jones, the leader of the bandits after Madison, nodded reservedly, took a big gulp of his beer glass, and said "Got it".

Especially in mountainous forests, the roads and river beaches are rugged, and it is especially easy to break horses' legs.

Therefore, darkness is almost a forbidden area for horses, and riders do not ride after dark to avoid injuring their mounts, except in exceptional circumstances.

Even if you have to travel at night, you have to walk with your horse, and only after leaving the rugged forests and mountains can you get on the horse.

Those white armed cowboys were scattered along the nearby river beach, a dozen miles away, thirty or forty miles away, and they could be found along the river.

I leave after dawn and basically come back at noon.

Riverbend Village at night

From time to time, there were figures flickering in the darkness, obviously armed and guarded, and there were many more guards than usual.

The River of America is not only a river of wealth, but also a place of danger, and the village of Riverbend is located in the middle, with easy access to both upstream and downstream, and is protected by wooden camps, which is much safer than other humble camps.

This wooden camp was protected by 100 muskets, and it would not be easy to take it down without sharp artillery bombardment.