Wild North America 1846

Chapter 47 The Cunning Bandit Leader

Later in the night, the Madison gang had already received the news of the arrival of the Datang Society brigade, and became restless because of this.

In the stronghold of Hewan Village
More than a dozen rebellious white gangsters gathered in the house, drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, hugging a scantily dressed white woman in their arms and laughing wantonly, making a mess of noise.

On the innermost seat, the burly Alexander Madison opened his chest to reveal his hairy chest, biting a thick cigar with his yellow teeth, and his eyes showed violence. He yelled loudly; Well, those Easterners want to fight us, do you think they can ride a horse? Can they hold a gun? Hahahaha..."

"Wow... oh, the boss is right, I only need to bring a dozen people there, and I can scare the shit out of these yellow-skinned monkeys."

"You're drunk Bruce. Richard of the Tang Dynasty is the best gunner in San Francisco. He killed more than 20 cowboys and more than 120 cavalry with military training in his hands. Why do you think Can you do it yourself? You idiot."

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

"With all due respect, you will die a miserable death, you brainless fool."

"Fake, you have successfully angered me, Tate, you have to pay for your arrogance, I want to challenge you..."

"Okay, that's enough, shut up the fuck." The bandit leader Alexander Madison suddenly became furious, stood up fiercely and walked between the two fighting men, suppressing them with a powerful aura.

If we continue, our own people will fight first.

Alexander Madison stared fiercely at his subordinates, and he stopped when he saw them shrink back. He was not as rough as he appeared on the surface, but rather rough and subtle, with a cunning mind, otherwise he would not be alive today.

The words just now were just to test whether the subordinates are afraid of the opponent's power?Rather than acting recklessly.

He glanced at "One-Eyed Dragon" Marbury Jones. Today, this kid led people into a fight with the armed cavalry of the Datang Society.

Under the random shooting, two white gunmen were shot and killed, and several others were injured. They escaped all the way back in embarrassment, and did not get any benefits.

This made Alexander Madison feel a little tricky. He thought about it and said;

"Guys, since the members of the Datang Society dare to come to challenge them and keep saying that they want to avenge their dead brothers, they can't easily retreat.

The American River is our territory, and it is the capital of our brothers' livelihood. We must drive out the armed cavalry of the Easterners. This battle is inevitable.

I want to decide on the gold vein in Xiahewan.

What Tate said made some sense. Richard was the most popular shooter in San Francisco recently. His Datang Club cavalry team had a large number of people and well-equipped equipment, so it had to be dealt with seriously.

How about this

Marbury Jones and Tate took their respective staff to contact Old Kahn, "Barbarian" Jack Starr, "Bulldog" Buck Freeman and those bastards, and told them;

Those orientals come with guns for our golden river, it's a war between whites and orientals, if they're all afraid, then we give up our great wealth and quit fighting for the golden river.

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

As long as I can win the final victory, I, Alexander Madison, promise; I will not 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-and-tumble as it appears on the surface, and his actions are indeed insidious.

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

The American River, which originated in the remote mountains of Sacramento, is an out-and-out golden river. The long river has many shoals and bends, and there are groups of large and small gold prospectors. Some powerful white gold prospectors often bring their own guns. Huddle together to keep warm.

The gangs mentioned by Alexander Addison are the stronger white gold diggers among them. There are less than a dozen people, such as the old Kahn, his seven or eight sons and nephews, and some close relatives. The famous gold panning team has their own guns and horses, and most people dare not provoke them.

There is also the team of "Barbarian" Jack Starr and "Bulldog" Buck Freeman, with a large number of 30 to [-] people. They are the larger gangs of white men who wander on the banks of the American River to collect protection fees and rob others. Gold sand is rampant in the riverside area, and these people are often ruthless and reckless in their actions.

In addition to Chinese and Mexican gold diggers, there are also many unheeled white gold diggers who suffered from their scourges. The floating corpses that often float on the American River are the handwriting of these white gangsters.

"As expected of the boss, this trick is really good. As long as we can gather people like Old Kahn, we will win."

"Oh hoo, a toast to victory."

The gangsters shouted in high spirits, their eyes sparkled with fiery light, and they became more enthusiastic about the upcoming armed fire. Alcohol stimulated the violent factor in the body, and the burning became more vigorous.

Alexander Madison nodded in satisfaction, with a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth, he said, "Then leave early tomorrow and meet at Riverbend Village at noon. I'll treat them to a good drink."

"No problem boss, we will set off at dawn." Tate replied proactively.

"One-eyed" Marbury Jones is the bandit leader second only to Madison. He nodded with a reserved expression, picked up his beer glass and gulped it down, meaning "Got it".

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

Therefore, the night is almost a restricted area for horses to pass through. Unless there are special circumstances, riders will not ride on the road after nightfall, so as not to hurt their mounts.

Even if you want to travel at night, you still have to lead the horse on foot, and you can only get on the horse and ride after leaving the rugged forest and mountains.

Those white armed cowboys are all scattered on the nearby river beach. They can be found at a distance of more than ten miles and a distance of thirty or forty miles.

Depart after dawn, and basically return at noon.

Hewan Village at night

From time to time, there were figures flickering in the darkness. It was obvious that the armed guard had been strengthened, and there were many more sentries than usual.

The American River is not only a river of wealth, but also a place full of dangers. Hewan Village is located in the middle, so it is very convenient to go upstream and downstream, and it is protected by wooden camps, which is much safer than other simple camps.

This kind of wooden camp was protected by a hundred muskets, and it would not be easy to take it down without the bombardment of sharp artillery.

(End of this chapter)