Chapter 444 American "Adventure Team"!
Liang Wengeng, dressed in a beautiful and straight white navy uniform and a military hat on his head, seemed to be unable to see enough of this noisy and vibrant town. The golden star on his shoulders shone under the sunshine.
And the escort of the state government not far behind him was staring at his hard face carved by the axe with apeer with awe and reverence, full of ferocious scars like proof of merit.
Although it made his face look a little scary, it did not damage the temperament and demeanor of his iron-blooded soldier. At this moment, he heard bursts of warm cheers from the seaside dock, and there was a faint smile on his face, which was full of scars and ferocious, but it looked very gentle. Rong took off his hat and stretched out his hand to straighten the short hair mixed with silver hair. The braids on the back of his head had already been shaved off. Now, he is no longer the people of the Qing Dynasty, nor the pirate who was despised and even feared, but the respected and beloved Supreme Commander of the New World Fleet of the Liang Family Army.
Here in the New World, the Chinese are grateful for this New World fleet, because they cruise on the vast west coast all the time, expelling those who are not good at it. In just two years, they have had dozens of conflicts with Western pirates and those greedy Western explorers.
If it weren't for their protection, the ships between San Francisco and Los Angeles. There are also those fleets that cross the Pacific Ocean thousands of miles away, and I don't know how many Western robbers will be looted.
And it was this fierce battle again and again. At the cost of blood and life, this oriental pirate, which was just a scattered soldier, was sharpened into a real strong army at sea. Now, those Western pirates are very knowledgeable and dare not fight again. Only a few young people, or new pirates who have joined the pirate world, want to try it. However, Liang Wengeng has never been soft. The heads of Western pirates are not 10,000, but 7,000 or 8,000. Only with death can they understand the taste of fear.
Liang Wengeng has always remembered what Liang Pengfei said: Never be soft to the enemy, unless the sword in your hand has pierced his heart, otherwise, the next moment, the one who falls to the ground is likely to be you who has the advantage in the first second.
Recalling the past, Liang Wengeng couldn't help reaching out and touching a deep bone scar at the corner of his eyes. Not long ago, when he was engaged in a fierce artillery battle with a group of powerful Western pirates in Los Angeles, a collapsing deck fragment opened.
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In that battle, Liang Wengeng can still clearly recall every scene at that time. If it hadn't been for his guards who pushed him away at that time, he might have fed the fish and shrimp in the sea now.
Fortunately, in the end, after the reinforcements arrived in time, they successfully defeated the last trace of the other party's stubborn confidence. In the end, they captured the opponent's four three-mast warships and two four-class battleships. Liang Wengeng learned from those prisoners that it was an expeditionary fleet of the United States of America.
It is said to be an expedition fleet. In fact, it is a pirate fleet composed of a group of greedy and plundering American people. With the name of national exploration, those who can't win will be soft. When they see what can be cleaned up, they will be burned and plundered fiercely.
When Liang Wengeng thought of the large number of brothers who died in that battle, he felt that there seemed to be a fire in his heart, which made his chest hot. He clenched his fist and took a deep breath. Those bastards, wait, Your Excellency the Fuhrer will make you pay the price you deserve..."
At this time, Liang Wengeng saw a group of knights running in the distance and subconsciously narrowed his eyes. Some of the knights could tell at a glance that they were Chinese, while the other part was full of gorgeous feathers on their heads. Wearing robes were figures such as the chiefs of the Indian tribe. In the middle, there seemed to be two Westerners. However, it seemed that the two Westerners seemed to be tied up, and Liang Wengeng couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.
And riding a horse to the front is a middle-aged Chinese in an army uniform. At this moment, the other party seems to have noticed Liang Wengeng standing on the balcony of the state building. After waving at him, he accelerated the speed of the horse. After a while, the brigade rushed to the square in front of the state building.
After seeing that the leader was Lieutenant Colonel Zhu Ye, the commander of the state garrison in San Francisco, General Liang Wengeng put on his hat again. After straightening his clothes, he nodded to the escort: "Okay, let's go down."
"Wen Geng, you're here. I've been waiting for you for three days. How about this voyage? Is it smooth?" Zhu Ye, the middle-aged man who was just in front of the horse team, saw Liang Wengeng who came to the hall, and greeted Liang Wengeng with a happy face and said with concern. The governor is dealing with a dispute in the south. I believe he will be very happy to know that you have come back.
"It's okay. In addition to meeting two small fish and shrimps this time, it's still calm." After a salute, Liang Wengeng smiled faintly, raised his eyes and looked at the Indians who walked into the hall, and smiled at them as a sign of friendship.
After seeing Liang Wengeng's expression, Zhu Ye knew that this was not a good time to continue to ask questions. He turned around and greeted the Indians to sit down. Well, come here first. Let me introduce you to these Indian brothers. This is the bison chief, and this is his son Wolf Eye. And these warriors and wise men of their tribe came here today in the hope of getting help from us.
"What's wrong? Dear warriors, what can we do for you? Liang Wengeng couldn't help but be slightly stunned and asked curiously.
After the Indians communicated in their own language, the chief's son, the tall and strong wolf-eyed, stood up and politely to Liang Wengeng and Zhu Ye, and then began to describe the reason why they came here in stammering Chinese.
It turned out that they were a tribe of the Hamowi. Some time ago, a group of Westerners suddenly appeared in their territory and didn't know what to do. They quickly sent the warriors in the tribe to investigate, and the two sides had a fierce conflict due to the lack of language. The number of the other party There were about sixty or seventy people, and they had a musket in their hands. Their tribe paid the price of more than 20 warriors, and even the wolf, the youngest son of the bison chief, died under the other party's gun, which repelled these guys, killed five white people, and captured two prisoners of war. Finally, a Westerner in the tribe. The elders who had contact asked the two prisoners of war, and they probably knew a little about the meaning. They were an expedition composed of Americans who came to this area to find gold mines in this area.
The two white prisoners of war also asked the tribe to release them immediately, because their follow-up troops will come. If they can't return to their own expedition at that time, then an American expedition with more than 200 people will It will make their tribe pay a heavy price.
And their tribe has only 350 warriors who can handle it, and among them, no more than 50 warriors can have horses. With the stone axes and spears in their hands, it is a dream to deal with more than 200 American expeditions with a musket in their hands.
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Fortunately, they thought of the Chinese, who have always been friendly to them, have always maintained trade relations with each other, of the same skin color, and have a strong army. Therefore, they sent people to invite Lieutenant Colonel Zhu Ye, the commander of the San Francisco Garrison, to their tribe.
...We need help. Some of the tribes around us are our enemies. Some tribes are not interested in fighting with white people, and those tribes that can help us can't send many warriors, and our equipment is really poor. The young man with wolf's eyes has a pair of bright and bright eyes. At this moment, his eyes are on Liang Wengeng's gun and command knife attached to his waist. If his eyes are warm, Liang Wengeng's waist has been burned by the iron water melted by the gun and the command knife.
"Bring those two prisoners of war in." Lieutenant Colonel Zhu Ye raised his chin, and soon the two Westerners tied behind Liang Wengeng's hands on the balcony were pushed in by two Indian warriors.
"We are citizens of the United States of America. You can't treat us like this. I ask you to release us immediately." The beard on the face of the first pushed guy almost covered his mouth. His face was bruised several pieces, and he could only drag forward with one foot. However, his eyes were still so arrogant. As soon as he entered the door, he roared loudly.
"This guy is called McColster, and the thinner one behind is called Strachan. Both of them belong to the American expedition." Zhu Ye tilted his mouth and introduced it to Liang Wengeng.
"Another Yankee, another adventure?" The corners of Liang Wengeng's eyes twitched slightly, his eyes narrowed, and his eyes were poisonous and fierce.
Zhu Ye also smiled coldly: "Yes, it's just a group of American strong thieves under the banner of the expedition. They found some trophy they got along the way. I don't know how many Indian An tribes these bastards attacked."
"What if we don't release you?" Liang Wengeng smiled, and his smile was so horrible on his face full of scars and scars. With his white and neat teeth, McCulister, who had been holding on, couldn't help but feel cold.
(to be continued)