48 Hours a Day

“I think I see what you're trying to say. ”

Zhang Heng nodded.

He had been walking for more than five hours in the sun, weaker than usual, and still did not know where he was or where Lincoln County was headed. It was rare to encounter several of his kind in the vague Gobi. Zhang Heng did hold the friendliest thought possible before pushing the door into the bar.

For now, however, it appears that his original plan is about to fail.

Historians have always repeatedly stressed the scourge of extinction of the Indians caused by this blazing westward movement, in which about a million Indians have been massacred (just in the westward movement) and the rest forcibly relocated to reserves in just over a hundred years, yet few have mentioned the Chinese 'sacrifices.

After the Civil War, the United States abolished the slavery system, while the western movement pioneered wasteland, especially the laying of railways, which required a large amount of cheap labor, and the merchants eventually turned their attention to South-East Asia, at a time when the Chinese population exploded in the end. At the same time, there was a turmoil in the peaceful kingdom, the local uprisings continued, and the influx of unsustainable poor people into Hong Kong, Macau, and then it became painstaking to go to the Americas voluntarily or by boat, and their wages were cheap, painful and obedient, and they were willing to do all kinds of dangerous work.

The Pacific Railway, known as one of the world's seven major industrial miracles, runs over 3,000 kilometres across the American continent, and almost all of the most difficult sections of the railway have been completed by Huagong, a well-known phrase in future generations called the Pacific Railroad, which has a Huagong bone under every pillow.

However, the influx of cheap labourers, who ate much less and were almost sleepless, had hit the United States labour market itself hard, and discrimination against Chinese workers had peaked at that time, especially as the railways were nearing completion, fearing that the Chinese trade unions would influx into nearby towns to seize jobs and even that the miners had joined forces to strike Chinese workers, who rushed into the camps at night with knives and guns, and the frightened Chinese labourers had to flee.

In this era, generalized discrimination against Chinese workers is nothing new, and don't think that such discrimination is just so simple to say. Zhang Heng doesn't know if the story told by this bear-like guy in front of him is true, but he has really read some similar real cases.

Just in the western part of the nineteenth century, people shot and killed a black cowboy just because they didn't like black people, fled before the sheriff arrived, then went to other towns to drink in secret, saw another black man in a bar, couldn't help but draw a gun to kill each other, and then was surrounded by bailiffs.

Similar things are countless in the west.

This is a place where bullets outweigh reason. Everyone is a walking constitution, and whose laws are more effective depends on whose bullets are faster.

Zhang Heng wasn't very angry. In fact, he could understand each other's thoughts. He came to the bar alone, thirsty and tired, and had no weapons on him. Don't say that there was no gun or even a knife. Opposite the other side, there were seven people, seven men armed to the teeth, strong people, and drinking right on top of each other. At this time, it is difficult for you not to find some fun to make yourself happy.

Zhang Heng had to admit that he had gone in the wrong direction from the outset and that there was no point in being as friendly as possible to the mob in a place of confusion, but it didn't matter. Dealing with the mob and the villain was already his strength, perhaps because he had left the black sail for too long, until he almost forgot what the standard way to handle such a thing was.

Zhang Heng then picked up an empty glass on the bar and raised his glass to the man like a furry bear, "This toast reminds me of those memorable old days. ”

Just as the guy wondered how Zhang Heng was going to toast with an empty glass, he saw the empty glass zooming in right in front of him.

Zhang Heng straightened the glass to the face of the furry bear, then punched him in the bottom of the glass, and the next moment he heard a broken nose beam.

The rest of the bar was stunned by this sudden scene. They were all immersed in a happy atmosphere at the moment before, and their companions were beaten at the turn of their eyes. Is this Chinese man blind, unable to see his situation? How is it possible for a normal person to start by clamping his tail in such a situation?

However, they also reacted quickly, and the guy playing with the rifle took up the rifle in his hand in the first place. However, Zhang Heng moved faster. Zhang Heng had pulled out the revolver in his waist as the man like Fur Bear fell backwards from the glass.

The two men raised their guns almost at the same time, but Zhang Heng was still half a second faster. As he pulled the trigger, the guy holding the rifle burst into his head with a series of blood flowers, and immediately fell on the table and could no longer move.

Zhang Heng then turned the gun mouth to the table person playing cards, one of the big beard and one thin beard then pulled out the pistol, Zhang Heng ignored the thin beard and shot him in the heart before the big beard shot him, while the thin beard also pulled the trigger, however, perhaps because of nervousness, the bullet rubbed Zhang Heng's body towards the wine rack behind him.

Zhang Heng didn't even blink his eyes, turning the gun to kill the other person next to the thin man, by then the knife player had rushed up, the knife shaking just a few centimeters from Zhang Heng's chest, while the thin man finally aimed at him.

In a situation where both options were almost necessarily dead, Zhang Heng remained calm. He chose the guy with the knife, but just as he pulled the trigger, Zhang Heng himself rushed up against the blade.

Ultimately, when the knife was about to stab him, the bullet took the life of the knife holder step by step, and the slim man's muzzle was blocked by the body of his companion.

Zhang Heng slowly sent another bullet into each other's eyebrows.

The gunfight woke up the drunk who was screaming for sleep at the corner of the wall, but when he opened his eyes and found that all his companions had fallen down, he opened his mouth and looked like hell, but the good news was that his troubles didn't last long, and soon Zhang Heng gave him the last bullet.

This is just a matter of seconds, and if not witnessed with one's own eyes, there is probably no way to believe that seven armed men would be wiped out by a single horse in an instant.

Zhang Heng threw away the revolver, which was no longer loaded, picked up the leveraged rifle on the ground, and then raised the gun to the owner of the bar.

The latter body was directly bombed out, hit the wine rack, his eyes filled with incredible divinity. After all, he had just touched the revolver under the bar. Before he could shoot Zhang Heng, he was given a first step.

Zhang Heng sighed and said, “If you are deaf, why do you have to mix it in? ”

Too bad the bar owner can't hear his last words.

Zhang Heng picked up a new cup from the bar, then went to the table, poured himself a glass of whisky, drank it, finally rehydrated his body, then moved a stool and took the whisky to the man with the broken nose like a furry bear.

The latter looked at him completely differently now. After witnessing his companions fall and die, his tall and strong body curled into a bunch, shivering on the ground, and even ignoring the bloody nose, he was frightened, “You... who are you? ”

Zhang Heng placed the stool in front of him and then sat up.

“Why don't we put your question behind us and you answer a few of my questions first? ”