"I think I understand what you're trying to convey."
Zhang Heng nodded.
He has been trekking under the scorching sun for more than five hours, his body is weaker than usual, and until now he still doesn't know where he is, and he doesn't know where Lincoln County is. It's rare to meet a few of his kind in the vast Gobi Well, before Zhang Heng opened the door and walked into this bar, he really wanted to be as friendly as possible.
But now it seems that his original plan is going to fail.
Historians have always repeatedly emphasized the catastrophe that this vigorous westward movement brought to the Indians. In just a hundred years, about one million Indians were massacred (only during the westward movement), and the rest were killed. Forced to relocate to the reservation area, but few people mention the sacrifice of the Chinese in it.
After the Civil War, the United States abolished black slavery. At the same time, the Westward Movement opened up wasteland, especially laying railways, which required a lot of cheap labor. Therefore, businessmen finally turned their attention to Southeast Asia. At that time, China’s population exploded in the late Qing Dynasty, and at the same time There was also the Taiping Rebellion, uprisings continued in various places, and a large number of poor people who could not survive flocked to Hong Kong and Macau. Later, they either voluntarily or were tricked into going to America by boat to become coolies. a dangerous job.
Known as one of the seven industrial wonders of the world, the Pacific Railway runs more than 3,000 kilometers and runs through the entire American continent. Almost all of the most difficult and dangerous sections of this railway are completed by Chinese workers. There is a famous saying in later generations called—— There is a skeleton of a Chinese laborer under every sleeper on the Pacific Railway.
However, the influx of these cheap laborers who eat less and work more, almost without sleep, has greatly impacted the labor market in the United States itself. Discrimination against Chinese workers also reached its peak at that time, especially when the railway was about to be built. Sometimes, because they were worried that these Chinese laborers would flood into nearby towns to snatch jobs, there were even vicious incidents in which miners united to attack the Chinese laborers. They rushed to the Chinese labor camp at night with knives and guns in hand, and the terrified Chinese laborers could only flee in all directions.
In this era, widespread discrimination against Chinese laborers is nothing new, and don’t think that this kind of discrimination is just lip service. Zhang Heng doesn’t know if the story told by this bear-like guy in front of him is true , but he has actually read some similar real cases.
Just in the west of the nineteenth century, someone shot and killed a black cowboy just because he didn’t like black people, and escaped before the sheriff arrived, and then went to other towns to drink anonymously, and saw another black man in a bar. Unable to bear it, he drew his gun again and killed the opponent, and was then surrounded and killed by the bailiffs.
There are countless similar things in the west.
This is a place where bullets are more important than reasoning. Everyone is a walking constitution. Whose laws are more effective depends on whose bullets are faster.
Zhang Heng was not very angry. In fact, he could understand the other party's thoughts very well. He came to the bar alone, thirsty and tired, and had no weapons on him, not to mention guns, but he didn't even have a knife. On the other hand, There's seven guys, seven men armed to the teeth, strong and well-drunk, and it's hard not to entertain yourself at a time like this.
Zhang Heng had to admit that he had gone in the wrong direction from the very beginning. It was meaningless to try to be friendly to the thugs in a chaotic place, but it didn't matter. He had been away from Black Sail's dungeon for too long, so long that he almost forgot what the standard way to deal with this kind of thing was.
Zhang Heng then picked up an empty wine glass on the bar counter, raised his glass to the bear-like man, "This glass is toast to you, it reminds me of those memorable old times."
Just when the guy wondered how Zhang Heng would toast with an empty wine glass, he saw the empty wine glass keep expanding in front of his eyes.
Zhang Heng directly put the wine glass on the bear-like man's face, and then punched the bottom of the glass. The next moment he heard the sound of the bridge of the nose breaking.
The rest of the people in the bar were stunned by the sudden scene. They were all immersed in the happy atmosphere just a moment ago, but their companions were beaten in the blink of an eye. Could it be that the Chinese man in front of him is blind? Look Not sure about your situation? Shouldn't normal people behave with their tails between their legs in such a situation? How could they be the first to act.
But their reaction was also very fast. The guy who was playing with the rifle raised the rifle in his hand immediately, but Zhang Heng moved even faster. During the process, Zhang Heng had already drawn out the revolver on his waist.
The two raised their guns almost at the same time, but Zhang Heng was still half a second faster. As he pulled the trigger, a bunch of blood burst out from the head of the guy holding the rifle, and he lay down on the table immediately. The law moved.
Then Zhang Heng turned his gun and went to the table of people playing cards. One of the bearded and the thin man also drew their pistols at this time. Zhang Heng ignored the thin man and shot them before the bearded man shot. At the same time, the thin man also pulled the trigger, but perhaps because of nervousness, the bullet grazed Zhang Heng's body and flew towards the wine rack behind him.
Without even blinking his eyes, Zhang Heng turned his gun and killed another person next to the thin man. At this time, the knife player had rushed up, and the gleaming knife was only a few centimeters away from Zhang Heng's chest. At the same time, the thin man finally Also aimed at him.
In this kind of situation where one of the two is almost certain to die, Zhang Heng remained calm. He chose the guy with the knife, but when the trigger was pulled, Zhang Heng himself rushed up to face the knife.
In the end, when the knife was about to stab him, the bullet took the life of the knife holder first, and the muzzle of the thin man was blocked by the corpse of his companion.
Zhang Heng slowly sent another bullet into the opponent's forehead.
The sound of the gun battle woke up the drunken man who was soundly asleep by the corner, but when he opened his eyes, he found that his companions had collapsed. How long can it last? Soon Zhang Heng gave him the bullet at the last moment.
This happened in just a few seconds. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I probably wouldn't have believed it. Seven men in full suits would have been wiped out by a single-handed group in an instant.
Zhang Heng threw away the revolver with no bullets in his hand, picked up the lever rifle on the ground, and then raised the gun to shoot at the bar owner.
The latter's body was directly blasted out and hit the wine rack. His eyes were full of disbelief. After all, he had just touched the revolver under the bar, and before he had time to shoot Zhang Heng, he was given a shot by the other party. One step ahead.
Zhang Heng sighed, and said, "Since you are already deaf, let's just do it to the end. Why do you have to get involved?"
Unfortunately, his last words were lost to the bar owner.
Zhang Heng picked up a new glass from the bar, then walked to the card table, poured himself a glass of whiskey, drank it down, and finally replenished some water in his body, then moved a stool, took Drinking whiskey, he came to the bear-like man whose nose had been broken.
The eyes of the latter looking at him are completely different now. After witnessing his companions falling to the ground and dying, his tall and strong body curled up into a ball, trembling on the ground, and he didn't even care about the bleeding. Nose, horrified, "You... who are you?"
Zhang Heng put the stool in front of him and sat on it.
"How about we put your question behind, how about you answer a few of my questions first?"