America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Arcata is a timber town on the Pacific coast.

It is close to Humboldt Bay and surrounded by large forests.

Most of the original Chinese who moved here worked as loggers in some surrounding logging camps.

Huang Qingyun and the four or five Chinese boys behind him entered the town.

The people in this town don't seem very friendly.

An old woman who was collecting clothes stared at them.

Her skin was shriveled like dehydrated orange peel, lifeless.

The old woman gave them a vicious look, then hurried back to the house with her clothes in her arms.

A man is resting on the railing in front of his house.

The overalls on his body were dirty and covered with mud.

The man looked gloomy when he saw Huang Qingyun and the others.

If they hadn't seen the guns on their backs, they probably would have come up to make trouble a long time ago.

After the Chinese passed by, the man spat at their backs and cursed a word.

"Master Huang, I don't think we need to talk."

Lao Qi observed the situation in the surrounding towns, and whispered to Huang Qingyun beside him.

"I feel that people here don't welcome the Chinese back. There should be no possibility of peace talks."

"Since we're here, we have to talk about it. If we can't reach an agreement, it's not too late to talk about the next thing."

Huang Qingyun replied.

Several people rode along the main road in the middle of the town on horseback.

Suddenly, a few men with guns lolled up in the middle of the road and stopped them.

He Sanshui and the other boys subconsciously touched their guns.

"You guys are here to negotiate, right?"

A bearded man limped out from among the crowd.

His appearance reminded Huang Qingyun of a rat in the sewer, dirty and wretched.

"Yes." He sat on the horse and replied.

"Then come with us." The man picked his nose and waved at them.

Huang Qingyun and the others followed them to a logging camp outside the town.

The camp was very messy, with wood and debris strewn all over the ground.

A few people who looked like lumberjacks, who were as scruffy as the cripple, sat around the barrel.

They were playing poker on a bucket table.

Seeing Huang Qingyun and the others enter the camp, they all looked over with dark eyes.

Apart from them, I didn't see any other people.

"Please dismount, sir." The cripple turned his head and said to Huang Qingyun and the others.

"He Sanshui, little six, you guys stay outside, and Lao Qi and I go in." Huang Qingyun ordered in Chinese.

He walked up to the two people and whispered to them, "If anything happens, run away immediately!"

He Sanshui and the others looked astonished: "Master Huang, why don't we go in with you!"

Huang Qingyun patted him on the shoulder and shook his head lightly: "No need."

He glanced at the lame man and those people, and smiled contemptuously: "Just these rotten people, they can't stop Lao Qi and me."

After that, he followed the lame man towards the tent in the middle of the camp.

Unlike other simple triangular tents in the camp, this is a large tent made of canvas.

Huang Qingyun and the others turned to the front and found a table inside, with two people sitting on the edge of the table.

One of the two was wearing a khaki vest with a pipe hanging from his mouth,

The other held a dagger in one hand, and was gnawing on a leg bone of an unknown animal in the other.

And on the table to his right was a revolver.

Seeing Huang Qingyun and the others come in, neither of them had any intention of standing up.

"You came to negotiate? What's your name?" The pipe-smoking man had a very arrogant attitude. He pointed to an empty chair beside the table and motioned for Huang Qingyun to sit down.

Huang Qingyun turned his head and found that the cripple had disappeared, leaving two or three people standing at the entrance of the tent.

"My name is Huang Qingyun, and I'm here to negotiate." He replied in English.

The pipe-smoking man frowned when he heard the name.

He leaned over to the man who gnawed his bones until his mouth was full of greasy, and the two of them were whispering.

"What do you do? What position do you hold in that, what, what club?" the pipe-smoking man stammered.

"Shouldn't you introduce who you are first?" Huang Qingyun said calmly and calmly.

He glanced at the man next to him who was still chewing on a bone.

The man focused on biting the flesh on the bone, and from time to time he used the dagger to strike twice.

"My name is Lidson Tuke, the head of the militia here." The pipe-smoking man seemed a little impatient.

The so-called militia is a spontaneously organized militia organization in the town.

In remote towns in the west, this kind of organization is very common. They are usually farmers, but they are militiamen with guns.

"Where's the sheriff in your town?" Huang Qingyun asked.

"I am!" The pipe-smoking man became even more impatient, "Hey, does it really matter what you say?"

"I have the final say." Huang Qingyun nodded, "I represent the Chinese who were expelled by you, so I came to negotiate."

Only then did the pipe-smoking man show a little satisfaction.

"Fifty thousand dollars!" He slapped his hands with a pipe in his mouth, "Give us this amount, and we will let you back!"

Huang Qingyun's face turned cold.

fifty thousand dollars?This is a completely insincere number, which means that the other party has no intention of negotiating at all.

"A chamber of commerce as big as yours can't even come up with [-] dollars?" The pipe-smoking man grinned, revealing a mouthful of black, rotten teeth.

"This number is too much, I can't agree." Huang Qingyun said flatly.

"The fifty thousand dollars is not for me. You Chinese robbed those loggers of their jobs. This is their compensation."

The pipe-smoking man had a malicious look on his face.

"Ridiculous! You beat our people and drove the Chinese out of here for no reason, and now you still ask us for [-] dollars?"

Huang Qingyun stood up.

"You are not sincere, so there is no need to talk about it, just leave!"

"Boom!"

The man gnawing on the bone next to him threw the bone on the table and stood up too.

He rubbed the greasy dagger on his clothes and stuck it on the table.

It seemed that the meat on the bone was stuffed between his teeth just now, he bared his mouth, stretched his fingers into his mouth and began to pick his teeth.

The man's canines looked odd, sharper than average.

He looks like a hyena in the wild west.

This person is the notorious criminal in Hanif's data-"Hyena" Seth Marsh.

"You come here, do you still want to leave?" Marsh raised his head, looking at Huang Qingyun with eyes like dead fish.

His hand reached for the revolver on the table.

"Clang!"

Before he could get the gun, Huang Qingyun suddenly raised his leg and kicked the table over.

He had already noticed that these two people wanted to meet each other, so he preemptively struck.

The table hit the pipe-smoking man on the other side, knocking him and his chair to the ground.

Marsh took a step back, bending over to pick up the revolver that had fallen on the floor.

But Huang Qingyun kicked him to the ground again.

He put his knee on Marsh's back, picked up the dagger from the ground, and put it on Marsh's neck.

He had already seen that this man was the one who really had the final say here.

And the old seven on the side also moved very fast.

He raised his gun and pointed it at others in the room.

Huang Qingyun grabbed Marsh from the ground, and the blade of the dagger left a bloodstain on his neck:
"Let your people go away! Put down the weapon in your hand!" Huang Qingyun said calmly.

Marsh still rolled his dead fish eyes, and he waved down at his subordinates:

"According to what he said, put down your weapons and back away!"

The pipe-smoking man who fell to the ground just now stood up, and he yelled:
"None of you want to run away!"

In the woods outside the camp, many militiamen with guns appeared in an instant.

However, the men at the door of the tent had already put down their weapons.

So the gun in Lao Qi's hand instantly pointed at the pipe-smoking man.

Their guns were pointed at each other.

"Come on! Two for two! Your mother's, let's see who dies first!" Lao Qi's Adam's apple twitched, his expression extremely fierce.

Huang Qingyun exerted a little force in his hand,

The blood on Marsh's neck became more apparent.

"Get out! Get out!" he yelled at the people around him.

Huang Qingyun dragged him and Lao Qi out of the tent together.

The militiamen had already surrounded them.

"Tell them to back off!"

Facing the large group of people in front of him, he didn't have the slightest fear, just like when he faced the Hunan Army several times his size in Sanhe Town!
At the same time, he shouted to Little Six and He Sanshui who were confronting the enemy behind him:

"Quick! Get on the horse! Get ready to go!"

After hearing the news, several young people mounted their horses while holding their guns.

Huang Qingyun dragged Marsh and slowly leaned towards his horse.

Those militiamen and Marsh's subordinates did not dare to act rashly, they could only watch Huang Qingyun and Lao Qi slowly approach Yingkou.

It is probably less than ten steps away from Yingkou.

Huang Qingyun carefully observed the opposite side, ready to make a move at any time.

"boom!"

There was a sudden gunshot.

In just an instant, Huang Qingyun's body froze suddenly.

Lao Qi's eyes widened, and he saw a flower of blood blooming from the back of Huang Qingyun's heart in disbelief.

A bullet shot into Huang Qingyun's back from below, piercing his lungs.

It was the cripple who fired the shot. He squatted under the shadow of a box on the side of Huang Qingyun, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand was smoking.

Huang Qingyun tried his best, and the dagger in his hand slashed across Marsh's neck.

Marsh fell to the ground, blood gurgling from the wound.

For a moment, there was a loud gunshot, and several bullets hit Huang Qingyun's body at the same time.

Huang Qingyun couldn't support his body and knelt on the ground on one knee.

He was speechless, and waved at the people behind him with the last of his strength, telling them to leave quickly!

Lao Qi who was closest to him rushed forward, trying to rescue him.

However, another bullet hit Huang Qingyun's neck.

Blood spurted out, and I couldn't cover it.

This former TPJ general, who had been on the battlefield for many years, fell on a foreign land.

And Lao Qi was also hit by several bullets and fell to the ground without moving.

"Master Huang!"

"Old Seven!"

He Sanshui and the others fought back at the militiamen and members of the Labor Knights, while trying to rush over to snatch their bodies back.

But the bullets from the opposite side became more and more dense, and the militia gradually approached them.

He Sanshui gritted his teeth.

He yelled at Xiao Liuzi and several others: "Go away! Otherwise, the two of them will die in vain!"

Everyone rushed out of the camp.

The militiamen had no horses and couldn't catch up with them, so they could only fire a few rounds symbolically, watching them run out of their range.

The pipe man's pipe had long since disappeared, and he walked up to the corpses.

Standing beside the corpse like him was the cripple who shot and killed Huang Qingyun.

"Those people returned to San Francisco, I'm afraid they will incur revenge from the Chinese." The pipe-smoking man took a deep breath.

The cripple put the gun back into his waist with a blank expression: "I have said that O'Neill's idea is too stupid. I should have killed all those Chinese a few weeks ago. If you have to go to such trouble, what kind of kidnapping is going to happen?" .”

If those Chinese came to take revenge, that would be the best. Wouldn't the purpose of the Labor Knights also be achieved?

I'm afraid they don't have the guts!
"Then how are you going to explain the death of 'Hyena' to O'Neal?" The pipe-smoking man glanced at Marsh's body again.

The lame man made no sound.

Some of his thoughts are not suitable for speaking.

It's better to die, and there will be fewer people to share money with him.