Wild North America 1846

Chapter 1 I am Richard
1846

West Coast of North America
Early Spring March, San Francisco Bay

A purplish red horse stands on a high headland, and immediately sits a heroic young man dressed as a cowboy. He wears a gray-black cowboy felt hat, a bullet belt around his waist, a repeating pistol, and jeans on his lower body. And the high leather boots of the spur horse, one hand is holding the reins of the horse, the other hand is casually placed on the belt of the repeater, and the heroic appearance is blown by the sea breeze.

He slowly raised his head. On the face of a young oriental man under the brim of the cowboy hat, he was about 17 years old, with a pair of sword eyebrows and star eyes staring at the blue Pacific Ocean in the distance, with a hint of hope in his expression.

At this moment, his eyes crossed the vast Pacific Ocean to the direction of the homeland of China, which haunted him, and his thoughts were tumbling for a long time.

"Master Richard, it's time for us to go." Behind the young Yingwu were four Chinese gunmen on horses, all of whom were waiting under the grassy slope.

The head is a burly, bearded man named Dai Changfu, who looks like he is in his early thirties. It is the head of these gunmen, and it is he who speaks.

Li Cha took a deep look at the blue sea again, and saw a white sail in the sky where the sky meets the sea, but it was too far away to be seen in the bright sunlight, only the size of a leaf.

"Come on, let's meet that bastard Ferguz for a while."

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Li Cha vigorously pushed the horse's head, knocked his legs lightly on the horse's belly, and skillfully drove the horse to trot, down the hillside covered with green weeds.

Li Cha rode straight ahead, and behind him, the chaotic hooves sounded, and he stepped on the hillside full of wildflowers and made a dull sound. Four Chinese horse-riding gunmen followed closely.

In the mid-19th century, San Francisco, with a population of less than 3, mainly Mexicans and Indians, was the largest city on the west coast of North America, with more than 2600 Chinese railway workers. At this time, there was no Golden Gate Bridge, and no one called it. "San Francisco".

A group of five rode fast horses, and after more than 5 minutes, they saw the outline of the city. This is a city with a mixture of wooden houses and European-style stone buildings. The dusty streets are covered with horse dung and cow dung. The smell of urine.

The rapid sound of hooves spread far and wide, and the movement was not small, which attracted the attention of many people in the town.

Standing beside the carriage, the mounted policeman Isambard Brunel, who was teasing with the peasant woman selling milk, heard the sound of the hoofs and turned around with a frown.

Seeing a group of 5 people galloping towards the street where he was standing, Isambard Brunel cursed unhappily; "Damn bastard, want to enjoy a pleasant afternoon tea time, why so Disaster?"

"Mr. Mounted Police, first of all you need a pound of black tea and delicious white sugar." The white peasant woman who sold milk was also very aggressive, and immediately lost her sentence.

"I know darling, you've got the best milk, but I'll have to settle these rash guys a bit before tasting afternoon tea."

Isambard Brunel moved his steps unpleasantly, walked to the middle of the street, and stood there with his legs straddled.

Then, he stretched out his fingers and pulled the cowboy hat lower to avoid the dazzling sunlight from dazzling his eyes, and then quietly waited for the arrival of the rider.

A group of five riders rushed to the intersection before slowing down. When they stopped, they were only seven or eight meters away from Brunel.

A large plume of smoke and dust brought by the horse group suddenly rushed up, enveloped the poor Mr. Mounted Police, and immediately became disgraced.

The vigorously exercising horse suddenly stopped, and it habitually took a few steps forward. The horse's nose exhaled thick bursts of heat, with the smell of fermented grass, and a little foam star.

This made Brunel have to take a few steps back, losing the power of being a husband.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the saliva from his face, and spit out fragrance at the person who came;
"For God's sake, you damn heretics are going to hell, Richard, why can't you and these Chinese bastards be quiet. My patience is limited, don't try to do anything to challenge my authority."

"You should be lucky to be in a good position, idiot! Otherwise I'll just get a Mountie badge for nothing. Tell me, do I look better in it than you do?"

"Fuck, Chinese boy, don't try to show off in front of me. What about your braid, did you throw it on some woman's bed?" Brunel provocatively spit on the ground to strengthen his momentum .

Li Cha rode on the horse with the same expression, looked down at him and said, "Go away, you old John's dog, go and tease the peasant woman, don't mess with me."

"Don't make trouble, Li Cha, don't run wild in this area, don't kill people, I'll keep an eye on you, I swear!"

"Humph!"

Li Cha snorted coldly and ignored him, tapped the horse's belly lightly with both feet to drive the healthy horse to a trot, passing by the mounted policeman Isambard Brunel, with an arrogant look that did not take him seriously .

In the Wild West, people can't stand unless they are ruthless.

In this era, San Francisco, and even the whole of California, should belong to the territory of the Kingdom of Mexico, but it is also a three-in-one area, with sturdy people and extremely chaotic public security.

The Mexican government is so decadent that it has had more than 27 presidents in 40 years of independence, and was briefly ruled by a king from France.

After the military coup, the Mexicans killed the hapless king again.

In Mexico now, a military coup is as easy as eating and drinking. It comes every few months, and then a new crop of government officials is replaced. No matter who comes to power, they are desperately trying to scrape the people's money, and no one takes care of them seriously.

Most of the prosperous and prosperous towns in Mexico are concentrated in the Baja California area, where the population is dense, the development history is long, and there are many towns, which belong to the core area of ​​Mexican rule.

The California area is sparsely populated, often tens of hundreds of kilometers away, and it is a marginal area where rabbits don't poop, so no one bothers to ask.

At that time, the western development policy implemented by the United States prompted a large number of white immigrants to cross the Sierra Nevada Mountains and travel thousands of miles to San Francisco on the Pacific coast, looking for opportunities to make a fortune here.

Since gold was first discovered here in 1841, residents around San Francisco have kept the secret, fearing that others would share the wealth.

The national gold rush has become the No. [-] main business of the entire city of San Francisco.

However, the surprising news of the discovery of the gold mines still leaked inadvertently, leading to an increasing influx of white and Chinese gold prospectors.

Those who can get here and survive tenaciously are considered eligible to share in the gold rush feast.

Of course, whether the gold nuggets can actually survive is another question.

Old Barr Tavern in Town

The waist-high half-wooden door was kicked open by a rude kick. Such a big movement attracted the attention of the rude gold prospectors and gunmen in the tavern, and someone subconsciously reached out to the repeater gun at his waist.

Dai Changfu, a burly and burly man with a full beard, walked in first, followed by three Chinese gunmen who filed in, making the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly tense.

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The sunlight coming in from the entrance of the tavern was blocked by a tall figure. Li Cha stepped on the pointed cowboy boots and walked in unhurriedly. His eyes glanced at everyone coldly.

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He said: "Good afternoon, gentlemen, I want to talk to Mr. Fergus. If any kind gentleman would like to tell me where he is, I would be very grateful."

"Li Cha, don't make trouble in my shop, please..."

The speaker was old Barr, a shrewd Jew, standing behind the heavy wooden bar.

As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily glanced upward to the left.

Li Cha raised his head and saw two strong white men with fierce looks standing on the second floor, across the railings, vigilantly watching the intruders, their eyes flashing fiercely.

Although they pretended not to care, the two white men dropped their hands and placed them next to the repeater guns at their waists.

If anything goes wrong, you can shoot back immediately.

"Man, I'm Richard, the protector of the Chinese gold diggers in San Francisco. It is said that two of my clients are in your hands. If the news I got is correct, Ferguz is a kind and generous gentleman. I'm sure it won't make me too embarrassed." Richard put on a good-talking gesture and raised his voice to greet the white man upstairs.

Maybe I heard the movement outside, this time

On the second floor, the two adjacent doors on the left and the right suddenly opened, and five strong white men poured out one after another, all of them fierce gunmen with short guns on their waists.

Their dirty clothes seemed to have not been washed in months, and they wore cowboy hats, bullet belts around their waists, and unkempt beards and hair that looked fierce.

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A tall, thin, pock-faced man walked down the stairs first. This man's face was pale, and his hooked nose made his whole face look dark and cruel. There was a cold smile on his face and he said;
"Wow...wow...wow, I seem to have gotten into a big shot. In my impression, the yellow-skinned monkey with the braid has always been docile and works very hard, but I have never heard of playing with a gun. Okay, I'm Fergus at the Eastside Mine..."

Relying on the crowd, he wanted to overwhelm Richard in aura. He spoke slowly and walked down the wooden stairs step by step, which made the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly tense.

It is a reserved item of the western tavern.

Ferguz's hard cowboy boots stepped on the wooden board, making a frightening "squeak" sound, as if knocking on the heart.

At this time, there were several white gunmen in the tavern who were about to move, their eyes wandering back and forth between the two parties, looking malicious.

In the Wild West, cowboys used to talk with their guns.

"Mr. Ferguz, someone asked me to bring you a letter..." Having said this, Richard's face suddenly sank, his right hand fired a lightning-like gun, and at the same time finished the second half of the sentence; "Go to hell! "

"Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap..." The crisp gunshot sounded like a burst of beans.

Seeing this, Ferguz was so frightened that his scalp was numb, and he was about to dodge the gun with a strange cry, and the hot bullet had hit him in the chest.

The huge refusal force of the bullet thwarted Franz's whole body, and slammed into the wooden board next to him, and his legs went weak and fell down the wooden stairs.

When I went downstairs

Relying on the strength of the crowd, Ferguz, who has always been arrogant, deliberately pretended to be coercive, and walked down the steps one step at a time. On the narrow wooden stairs, his men could only follow behind, like a bunch of grasshoppers .

The distance between the two is more than ten meters, and it is difficult to miss.

This is the most favorable time to attack the enemy, and God will not forgive you if you don't seize it.

At the same time that Li Cha fired with his right hand, he quickly slapped the hammer with his left hand, and in less than two seconds, he vented all the bullets in one go, hitting 6 gangsters one after another.

Two white gangsters screamed and fell from the wooden ladder, and fell to the ground as heavy as a rag sack.

After the remaining four white gangsters were shot, they slumped weakly and rolled down the stairs one after another, colliding into a ball.

Richard launched the attack so quickly that even his companions did not tell him that after his burst of bullets emptied, Dai Changfu and other four Chinese gunmen reacted and immediately reached out to take out their guns.

A white gangster who was still standing on the second floor looked terrified at this moment. He had already pulled out his revolver, but he was horrified to see Li Cha pull out another revolver from his pocket. The black muzzle was facing Looking at himself, the speed is so fast, and then the muzzle flash of the gun.

"Crack..." After a crisp gunshot,

A blood hole appeared in the head of the white gangster, and the flying blood line was printed on the wooden board behind him. The whole person fell down from the second floor and just hit the wooden wine table.

There was a loud noise, and the frightened white gunmen next to the wine table downstairs quickly stood up. Seeing Richard's muzzle coming along, they hurriedly screamed again.

These people raised their hands for the first time, expressing that they had no ill intentions and did not want to be an enemy of Li Cha.

At this moment, the gunshots of Dai Changfu and others rang out, combing the pile of white gangsters who rolled down with fiery bullets, so that their howling and struggling stopped completely, and they were completely silent.

At this time, they threw their hands to open the gun wheel, looked at everyone in the tavern with vigilant eyes, and reloaded bullets one by one.

The revolver, which Richard took out from his left armpit, shot a bullet from front to back, accurately killing a white gangster, and then inserted it into the leather pistol next to his right leg.

And the emptied repeating pistol, still emitting residual heat, was inserted into the empty holster under the left armpit.

The reason for this is to guard against potential enemies.To keep bullets in the guns, instead of wasting them on dying people, Dai Changfu and the others are enough to refill the guns.

In just 3 to 5 seconds, everything has been settled.

A large group of black blood soaked the ground, forming a basin-sized blood pool in the depression, exuding a pungent bloody smell. Many guests in the tavern only recalled the smell at this time, and let out bursts of low-pitched shouts. sound.

"Oh Shiga... God!"

They looked at the eyes of Li Cha and others again, full of fear.

Although this is a bit cruel, it has to be said that after fully demonstrating its strength, the effect is very good.

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