Chapter 170 Jin Zhang, let’s contact the Indians?

"What?*** the whole city?"

"Yes."

Facing Erlanger with an unstable expression, the little policeman couldn't help but feel a little upset... The sheriff didn't come, but he insisted on coming. It was obvious that he wanted to sacrifice him. Who doesn't know that the director was in a bad mood recently and had already withdrawn three sheriffs in a row? But he was just a little policeman. If he was withdrawn because the director was in a bad mood, wouldn't he have to go out to beg for food? It's hard to find a job these days.

"What do they mean?" Erlanger thought for a while, then asked.

"I don't know. It's just that someone erected a wooden sign in the middle of several roads leaving the city, which said that from today on all roads in San Francisco will be prohibited, but those who violate it will be killed without any punishment!" The police officer replied.

"Don't matter if you kill me? Who do they think they are?" Erlang suddenly became furious and shouted loudly.

"Chief, what should we do?" Ian Huber asked carefully as he looked at Erlanger. There were only two deputy directors in the San Francisco Police Department, but now he is the only one left. Because the other one has a close relationship with the Director, he was sent to "destroy" the Chinese. He wanted to make some contributions, but he never came back.

"They are irritating the citizens of San Francisco. Who do they think they are? Wait, and a large number of gunmen will rush out to exchange fire with them, that's for sure." Erlanger snorted coldly.

"I said so. Who do they think they are? They actually want to *** San Francisco? Even an entire army does not have such ability." Ian Huber echoed.

"Wait, we will see the result soon. Moreover, Sacramento has sent a team, and they will launch an attack on the back and work with us to completely eliminate the Chinese." Erlang said again.

"Did they find the hidden places of the Chinese?" asked Ian Huber.

"No. But there is nothing. The Chinese actually want to *** San Francisco at this time... They are completely looking for death, for death."

...

Sacramento is not far from San Francisco, but not close. As the state capital, Sacramento is located in the northern part of California, close to the center of the east-west direction, while San Francisco is on the beach. Moreover, when you are close to San Francisco, you have to go around the San Francisco Bay to reach your destination (it was said that San Francisco has already been connected to the train, but in fact there is no. The Oakland Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate Bridge will not be opened until 1930, and San Francisco will only be connected to the train). Therefore, it still takes a little time to get from Sacramento to San Francisco.

Guo Jinzhang and others’ plan is to make this time difference.

"All the people came on horseback, and there were a few other carriages following, and there was nothing else."

On the east side of San Francisco Bay, not far from Oakland, across from San Francisco, about three or four hundred Chinese workers were sitting on the ground to rest. Guo Jinzhang and Li Asheng were also sitting in a simple carriage drinking coffee. In front of them was Guo Jinzhang's newly "appointed" reconnaissance squad leader Lu Sanhai.

"It's a good time. It's all horses. It seems that God is helping us." Li Asheng said.

"The old saying goes, there must be something hateful about poor people. We were pitiful before, but why are we pitiful? It's because we don't know how to resist, but only know how to endure, tolerate, tolerate? God helps and helps ourselves, we have never thought about striving for a better life. Even if God wants to help us, we can't find a place to start." Guo Jinzhang sighed.

"This is right. If you don't do anything, you will naturally not think about anything. Just daydreaming at home, that's not OK." Li Asheng said.

"That's not necessarily true. There are also pies falling from the sky." Lu Sanhai suddenly interrupted.

"Is that true? I have also heard of such a story. Do you want to listen?" Guo Jinzhang asked with a smile.

"Is there a big reason again?" Li Asheng looked at him with a smile.

"Anyway, it's okay for the time being, so I'll just treat it as a relief for everyone, so as to avoid being so anxious." Guo Jinzhang smiled, "Do you listen?"

"Of course I heard it." Li Asheng gave him a blank look, then turned to Lu Sanhai and said, "Go, call everyone over, let's listen together."

"Okay!" Lu Sanhai nodded hard a few times, then ran away.

"Everyone can listen, but you can't listen to the third child. Hurry up and then go to reconnaissance the enemy situation for me!" Guo Jinzhang shouted from behind.

"Pu..." Lu Sanhai staggered and fell to the ground.

...

"It was said that in ancient times, a man happened to meet a Tianshi Master. The Tianshi thought he was destined to be with him, so he made up his life. Finally, he said that he had a fortune of 1,000 taels of gold. When this man was happy, he was going to get rich, so he waited at home. But after waiting for a few years, he didn't have a thousand taels of gold. In the end, this man ate all the property in his family and starved to death."

"When a person dies, he will naturally have to meet the judge, judge the good and evil in life, and then be reincarnated. As a result, the man cried as soon as he saw the judge, saying that he wanted to sue. Who did he sue? The judge asked him why he sued the Heavenly Master. He said that the Heavenly Master lied to him, which made him think he had a fortune of one thousand taels of gold, but he couldn't wait, so he starved to death. The Heavenly Master was simply murdering human life. When the judge heard this, he told him to let him wait. He went to find the King of Hell and asked the King of Hell to settle the score with the King of Hell. This man was waiting there, and for a while.

The judge came back, and the man hurriedly asked him how he was. The judge told him that the King of Hell had checked the Heavenly Master and he did have the fortune of one thousand taels of gold. The man was anxious when he heard it and wanted to go to the Heavenly Master to fight hard, but the judge refused to let him go, so he asked why. The judge told him that you did have the fortune of one thousand taels of gold. Originally, this gold was placed in the God of Wealth. If you were doing business, he would give it to you. As a result, you didn't go. The God of Wealth thought you would go to study, so he handed the gold to Wenquxing. Kewen

Qu Xing waited for you for a few years, but you did nothing. He thought you would go to practice martial arts, so he handed the money to Wu Qu Xing. Wu Qu Xing waited for you for a few years, but you still did nothing. He had no choice but to hand over the money to the land. The land, thinking that you would go to farm, so he put the land in your land, buried only half a foot deep. As long as you move a hoe, you can dig it, but you didn't even plant the land... In the end, there was no way to do the land, and I thought, if you don't do this, then you should make a fire and cook, right? So I gave the money to the Kitchen God.

As for the Kitchen God, you hide the gold in the stove, and you can discover it with just a fire. But no one expected that you never cooked a meal for yourself until you died... The judge became more and more angry as he spoke, and finally pointed at the man's nose and scolded: How lazy are you? I have never seen someone as lazy as you. The King of Hell has said that people like you should be a pig in the next life. They will eat and sleep all day long, and they will not have to worry about themselves until they die. They will directly kill you with a knife, which will save trouble!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

After Guo Jinzhang's story was told, the Chinese workers burst into laughter. However, a few of them didn't laugh.

"This story says that people always have to do something by themselves to be promoted and wealthy, right?" Li Asheng asked.

"It's still far from being promoted or rich. But you don't do anything. If you want to change your current life and want to change your poor and backward appearance, you're just dreaming in the daytime." Guo Jinzhang sighed, "Just like us Chinese, we are bullied everywhere in the United States, but you just do nothing, just endure it. Who will pay attention to you? We Chinese have always liked the great masters of Qingtian, Bao Qingtian and Bao Heizi's reputation is even louder than those emperors, but even if you are a clean official, you have to sue him to make a case, don't you think?"

"That's what you said." The Chinese workers kept nodding.

"So. If you should take action, you have nothing to hesitate. Americans have laws, but since they don't tell us, there is no need to tell them. Fairness is made by punching with fists, not by asking for it, nor by tolerance. Otherwise, even if someone gives you fairness, he will look down on you from the bottom of his heart. Why? In the eyes of those people, you are the object of their charity, and there is no difference from beggars." Guo Jinzhang said again.

"This is right. Just like when we saw those white people in the past, no one was in a terrible heart, afraid of being beaten? But now? Those white people met me like mice and cats, and this is the majesty he made." A Chinese worker shouted with his fists. Everyone looked at him, saying that he was Zhu Chuliu, who was claiming to have a majestic son sooner or later, and was competing with Zhu Chuyi, the father of Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding ancestor of the Ming Dynasty.

"You guys say, if we return to Colorado now, what will the white people there feel when they see us?" Guo Jinzhang asked with a smile.

"What else can it do? It must be so fast." Everyone laughed.

"It is not necessarily true that you can run away quickly, and you may also fight us again, but no matter what, they will no longer despise us as before, and they will never dare to beat and scold us at will... This world is to fight. If you don't fight, you will always be inferior to others. Why is the Qing Dynasty always bullied by foreigners? Because the Qing court could not fight against them. In addition to bullying their own people, those people don't understand. So, even if we, Chinese people, will be bullied all over the world... You may not know yet? This is still good in the United States. If it is in Southeast Asia, that is, in the Southeast Asia area, every few decades, those foreigners and local indigenous people will unite to kill the Chinese. It's because the Chinese do not know how to resist, and the Qing court is not as good as those of them. Therefore, this massacre that once every few decades has become a 'tradition' there. Do you understand the tradition?" Guo Jinzhang said sadly.

"What?"

"Jin Zhang, are you saying true?"

"What do I have to say about fake things? In Nanyang, Chinese are like a group of hardworking and hardworking pigs. When those foreigners see you fat enough, they encourage the natives to kill them... What about them themselves? The wealth accumulated by us Chinese over the past few decades is useless." Guo Jinzhang sighed.

"Why are there so many people going to Nanyang? I have heard that many people going to Nanyang have become rich." Someone shouted.

"Because our news is blocked, will those foreigners still spread the world if they kill people? Even if someone knows, they always think that this kind of thing will not fall on their heads. As long as they are honest, no one will bully them, and they will not kill themselves. But they never thought that the more honest people are, the more bullied they will be. Those foreigners will not get along with us, but why did they go from tens of thousands of miles to Southeast Asia and China? Isn't it just for money? All the way, did they kill and set fire?"

"This, this is too much. Is it true?"

"I think this is true. Think about ourselves, when foreigners need manpower, they are very eager to attract us from China. Once the road is repaired, they will immediately remove the donkey... They are very familiar with this trick."

"Yes. These white people are all a virtue."

"If this wasn't the white territory, I'd definitely shot all the white people in our hands at one shot."

"Then you're wasting bullets too much. If you want me to tell me, just strip these white people and throw them to the Indians, that's what it means to be too tit for tooth."

"Yes, it makes sense, just do it."

Everyone was talking more and more hotly, but their words kept making Li Asheng brow move:

"Indians?... Jin Zhang, this idea is good. We do have too few staffs alone. Otherwise, let's contact those Indians...?"

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"Closed?"

"Yes, sir, I just received the telegram."

On the road from Sacramento to Oakland, a team of about five or six hundred people was resting. Half of these people's clothes were varied and very messy, but the other half was not like this, they were all uniforms. These uniforms were not mysterious in the eyes of white Americans, they only mean the same: the Federal Army!

That’s right, even though he knew that the Chinese workers had won more than 700 San Francisco militias by Chinese workers, he still dared to send such a team with a smaller number of people to support San Francisco. Perkins relied on this: a cavalry regiment with more than 200 people!

One regular army had ten militias. Since the Civil War, the 10,000 regular federal army achieved greater results than the 10,000 militias, and this understanding has been gained in all classes in the United States. This understanding has made all local governments try their best to oppose the establishment of a truly powerful federal army, because they are afraid that someone will eventually take over the power of this army and gain greater power through this powerful force, which will then undermine the democracy and freedom of the United States of America. But similarly, when encountering trouble, if there is a regular federal army, they will feel much more at ease, because the army is the most powerful guarantee of force in the United States of America.

Phil Shatner also believes that the army, especially the army cavalry, is the most powerful force on the United States. Although this is not an invincible and undefeated army, there is absolutely no team on the American continent that dares to say that it can beat the Federal Cavalry, but the Federal Cavalry dares to face any opponent and defeat them with confidence.

"A group of migrant workers who have not undergone any military training actually imagined a big city with a population of 200,000? I have never seen such an arrogant opponent."

"But the Governor told us to be careful." Seeing Phil Shatner's disdainful expression, Moses Monk couldn't help reminding, "You know, they have defeated a team of thousands of federal troops."

"That's because they broke the rails... It's not that the army's combat effectiveness is not enough. If you want to blame, you can only blame the train driver and their commander for being too careless." Phil Shatner snorted coldly, not looking at the militia captain beside him. "I will use real battle to tell those guys how ridiculous their provocation is."

"Okay. What do you think we should do next?" Moses knew that he could not persuade the cavalry commander, because after all, he felt that the more than a thousand troops in the last time had lost a bad fortune. Who would have thought that the other party just staggered the rails? This is definitely not a matter of combat effectiveness, but a lack of luck. If those guys were riding horses like their own group, wouldn't they have encountered such trouble?

"A big city of nearly 200,000 people, you say, can less than a thousand people completely enclose it?" asked Phil Shatner.

"Of course it's impossible." Moses replied.

"So, do you think those guys know about our arrival?" Phil Shatner continued.

"This is hard to say. I heard that they are very smart, so they should send someone to monitor this direction. After all, Sacramento is the state capital, and they should have wanted to get the story of their siege of San Francisco to spread there." Moses said again.

"You're saying anything good. What would you do if you were our commander?" Phil Shatner asked again.

"Are you testing my military abilities?" Moses was a little dissatisfied. "If you have any ideas, just say it out loud. I don't want to be asked like a fool."

"Those people will definitely send people to monitor the direction we may be moving forward. However, they came to California by train, so they will definitely not have enough horses. Even if they can have some, they will still have to *** San Francisco... We just said that their number is not enough at all, so this requires even more horses to enhance their mobility, otherwise they will have no way to *** the size of such a big city." Phil Shatner analyzed.

"What the hell do you want to say?" Moses asked with a frown.

"They have insufficient mobility. So, even if they know our arrival, they will definitely notify their commanders in the shortest time... Moreover, they have to *** the entire city of San Francisco, so they will definitely disperse their troops. So, I think my cavalry regiment should attack immediately and reach the vicinity of San Francisco as quickly as possible. After a short rest in the hidden place, sweep the surroundings of the city, and completely defeat the Chinese with a rapid blow!"

"You mean...you want to lead the cavalry regiment to attack alone?"

"That's right."
Chapter completed!