1850 American Gold Tycoon

Chapter 17 We Need Time

Even if the Mounted Police in San Francisco would help them, the time from receiving the news to arriving in Sacramento would not be until the morning after tomorrow at the earliest.

Persist in resistance until the morning after tomorrow or even longer?
Liang Yao quickly put away this unrealistic idea, and now the only thing he can count on is Sartre's personal armed forces.

"The Mounted Police in San Francisco, more than a hundred miles away, can't quench their thirst, but as long as we persist for a while, Sutter, a nearby farmer, will come to help us.

He was less than fifteen miles from us. This generous and righteous farmer was a very good friend of mine, and he had a personal armed force of more than a hundred people. "

The immediate priority is peace of mind, Liang Yao exaggerated Sartre's armed forces.In fact, even including Sartre's Indian guards, there were no more than [-] of Sartre's guards.Moreover, Liang Yao had no idea about the combat effectiveness of Sartre's personal armed forces.

Liang Yao's words were like a shot in the arm, giving these desperate people a glimmer of life, and they were no longer so pessimistic.

Liang Yao called several senior executives of the Boston company and Sven aside: "We must now find a way to hold back those thugs and buy more time."

"This is an unrealistic idea. We can only withstand another round of their attacks at most." Weber, who has been a professional military officer for more than ten years, gave a cruel conclusion based on his experience.

"We can delay them in other ways."

Liang Yao calculated in his mind the time it would take for Deng Wenyao to report to Sutter's Castle and for Sartre to gather his troops to Sacramento.

"We can pretend to negotiate with them, but we need a very eloquent person to deal with them and buy us at least two hours."

"It's a good idea, but who is going to deal with the bandits?"

Both the Boston company and Sven felt that Liang Yao's proposal was feasible and worth a try.

The most suitable candidate is undoubtedly Liang Yao, Liang Yao's eloquence is good enough, and Liang Yao is the most prestigious person in Sacramento, the most qualified to represent them.

"This person can't be Mr. Liang. We can't do without Mr. Liang. If something happens to Mr. Liang, we're all doomed!" Seeing many people turning their attention to Liang Yao, Sven had no choice but to persuade them to give up their thoughts.

Sven knew that the gangsters were coming for Liang Yao, and if Liang Yao went to talk to the gangsters, the situation would only get worse.

"I"

Wei Bo was about to stand up, but when he thought of his wife and children, he hesitated, and he didn't know how to take back what he just said, looking a little embarrassed.

"Gentlemen, let me go." Robinson saw Weber's predicament and stood up to help Weber, "Mr. Weber, you have a wife and daughter, and you need to be responsible for them. I don't have this concern, let me go. "

Robinson lifted his medicine chest and said, "I'm a doctor, maybe I can buy more time for everyone, and they won't embarrass a doctor."

Everyone respected Dr. Robinson who stood up in times of crisis. Liang Yao stepped forward and held Robinson's hand: "Dr. Robinson, we will all pray for you. It is a great honor to have a friend like you."

"I am also very honored to have a friend like you, Liang. Without you, Sacramento would not be where it is today, and Boston Corporation would not be what it is today."

Robinson said goodbye to Liang Yao. He took off his white shirt and hung it on a wooden stick. Then, holding a white flag made of shirts in one hand and a medicine box in the other, he walked towards those brutal bandits without hesitation.

"Stop! Don't move! Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"

Vigilantly, the bandits ordered Robinson to stop and pointed their guns at Robinson.

"Gentlemen, I'm a doctor. I think you need help." Robinson put down the white flag and medicine box in his hand, and pointed to the wounded bandits lying on the ground.

"He's a doctor, I can attest to that."

It was William Walker who was speaking, and Walker was originally a gunman for the Boston Company, whose early gold rush trips were very unsuccessful.

Walker, who was extremely eager for gold, couldn't bear this kind of suffering, so he stole the company's few gold and left with a few people who had the same idea in the company, and found another way to pan for gold, that is, robbery.

Walker recognized Robinson immediately.

Brandon with a gloomy face opened Robinson's medicine box with an army saber. After confirming that the medicine box was indeed full of medicines, his face became better.

"It turned out to be a doctor. Welcome, our team just needs a doctor."

"The injuries of the few of them are very serious. If they are not treated in time, they will die soon."

Robinson pointed to Brandon's injured men and said that although he had the advantage, Brandon's fight was not easy. Eleven of his men were killed on the spot when they attacked the house, eighteen were injured, and their morale was extremely low.

Brandon doesn't care about the life and death of those gang members and ordinary gangsters who are attached to Brandon. What he cares about is the life and death of those deserters. These talents are his backbone.

There is no shortage of gold diggers in California who are willing to take risks for gold. As long as he has these backbone forces, no one can shake his position as the overlord of the underworld in California.

Robinson treated the wounds of the injured gangsters, and he subconsciously slowed down the speed of treating the wounds.

"Don't point a gun at me, you point a gun at me so I can't work properly."

Being pointed at by a bunch of black holes for surgery made Robinson feel very uncomfortable, and even his hands couldn't help shaking.

"Put it down! Put it down!"

Brandon signaled his men to put their guns down; a doctor was no threat to them.

"Doctor, I am your enemy. I don't think you came here specially to save lives and heal the wounded. I want to know why you came."

Brandon held his saber and looked at Robinson who was undergoing surgery with some playfulness.

"In the eyes of doctors, there are no enemies, only patients." Robinson's hands trembled suddenly, and he controlled his breathing and nervous heartbeat and said, "If you want my operation to be successful, you'd better not be in my surgery room." Time to bother me."

For the lives of his subordinates, Brandon chose to shut up, but after an hour and a half, Brandon finally couldn't bear it anymore, stopped Robinson, and questioned Robinson's reason for coming.

"If you come to join us, we welcome you. If you come to negotiate as a representative of surrender, as long as you are willing to hand over the gold and that Chinese boy named Liang Yao, we also welcome you."

Seeing that there was no way to continue the delay, Robinson had no choice but to sit down and negotiate with Brandon.

"This is a good proposal. As long as you can guarantee our safety, we are willing to surrender. After all, everyone came to Sacramento for gold."

"You seem to be a very sensible man, doctor."

At this moment, Robinson realized that these gangsters had a clear goal.Out of survival instinct, the idea of ​​betraying Liang Yao to protect the Boston Company also flashed in his mind.

But this dangerous idea was quickly rejected by him. First, this practice of betraying his friends was contrary to his life creed.The second is that he doesn't think these gangsters will have faith at all.

Looking at the burnt camp of the Boston Company, Robinson clenched his fists and summoned up the courage to start bargaining with Brandon: "We need some time to reach a consensus. Liang Yao has many loyal guards. It is also necessary to solve this difficult problem." It takes time. We need three hours."

Robinson didn't know how long Brandon's bottom line was, so he quoted a time with room for bargaining.

"I don't have the patience, three hours is too long." Brandon flatly rejected the request, "I'll give you one hour, and in one hour you either surrender! Or I take someone to flatten this house, and I can do the same. Get the gold I want!"

"One hour is too short, at least two hours." Robinson wanted to fight for it.

"Just for an hour, you are not qualified to bargain with me." Brandon's attitude was very tough, and his patience had reached its limit.

Robinson returned to the yard with a satisfactory answer and Brandon's ultimatum, and he managed to buy two and a half hours for the gold diggers to arm!He did it beautifully and Robinson was their hero.

Only an hour passed, and the reinforcements that Liang Yao said did not appear.

Counting the hour and a half that Robinson delayed with the bandits, two and a half hours had passed.Sartre may not come.

Looking at the gangsters who were gathering to launch an attack, people's hearts fluttered again.

The guards loyal to Liang Yao and the gold diggers who were determined to fight the gangsters to the end made their last fight.

Of course, there are also people who are greedy for life and afraid of death are ready to surrender, pinning their hope of life on the fact that these gangsters will spare them for the sake of being believers in God.

Boom~
The sudden sound of artillery broke the silence before the war.

The sound of the artillery came from the west, that is, from the direction of San Francisco. San Francisco's reinforcements were so fast?
Everyone felt very incredible that there was no railway from San Francisco to Sacramento, only muddy and difficult dirt roads.Could it be that these magical soldiers who descended from the sky had wings and flew over?

Brandon also felt unbelievable. As an officer who used to be an officer in a California military fortress, he knew the deployment of local troops well.

"Impossible, there is no US Army garrison nearby."

Brandon, who was stunned by the gunfire, was unwilling to accept this reality, and the second gunshot that followed quickly woke him up.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

Although he was very unwilling to see the gold in his hand flying away like this, Brandon still made a wise choice quickly and led his men back into the forest.

(End of this chapter)