Chapter 678 This is the first shot fired by Chinese in California!

On the night of August 3, 1859, the warm wind from the Sacramento River swept into the "Old Oak Tavern" next to Stockton Pier.

The wooden door creaked open, and Xianfeng and Lei Laohu crossed the threshold under the leadership of a Mexican with a big hat and entered the tavern. The old Mexican man who was cooking beans behind the counter raised his eyelids and looked at the Mexican who was taking off his big brim hat. The iron spoon in his hand knocked three crisp sounds on the edge of the clay pot. The man with a scar face immediately flashed out of the secret door of the kitchen, and the silver ornaments on his waist were jingling.

The pungent smell of pickled peppers floated in the darkroom of the tavern. The scarred face of Joaquin Mulletta, a famous Mexican gang leader in California, looked particularly ferocious under the oil lamp. He was on the oak table with dry blood on the soles of cowhide boots. He held half a tortilla in his left hand and pressed his right hand on the handle of a Colt revolver. A pair of triangular eyes stared at the two people in front of him: "Mr. Lei, Mr. Zhao, what are you going to bet on my brother's life?"

Lei Laohu spread a map on the wine table, and then knocked on the Sacramento River on the map with his knuckles: "Betting that this river can transport Mexican gold in the future, betting that the Mulletta family will become a wealthy family who can be the master of the family in California and serve the table and eat!"

Joaquin Mulletta snorted coldly: "If I sell you to Weiler and Bigler now, they will give me those things, right? Mr. Lei, Mr. Zhao, you probably don't know yet? Weiler has given you a reward of 15,000 US dollars to you, and two plus one is 30,000 US dollars!"

"But no one can get the 30,000 dollars alive!" Xianfeng laughed, "Jaojin, I know more about those American masters than you! In their eyes, you Mexicans cannot be considered human. Because you lost the US-Mexico War! If you lose, you are not considered human! No matter how you bully them, the sacred laws cannot protect you, let alone promises?"

Joaquin Mulletta's one-eyed eyes suddenly became bloody. He remembered that on a rainy night five years ago, when his wife Maria was raped in the street by six drunk white miners. A white policeman was watching not far away. From then on, he knew that the Mexicans in California were not real Americans, although in theory they had the same citizenship as white Americans!

So since then, he took up his weapons and became a terrified golden thief. He gradually became a thief who robbed the rich and helped the poor in the minds of Mexicans bullied by white Americans in Stockton, and he still had two or three hundred followers.

And these two or three hundred followers and his influence in Stockton, a key area that guards the key water and land transportation between San Francisco and Sacramento, made him the target that the California True Recruitment School wants to strive for.

As long as he is won, the California True Recruitment faction can control the key point of Stockton and block the way for California white militia to march into the San Francisco Bay Area. With the Bay Area base, the True Recruitment faction has the capital to fight a protracted war with whites in California.

To win over such a key person and the Mexican descendants behind him, the True Party is certainly willing to spend a lot of money!

Xianfeng took out a bag of oil cloth from his arms. He untied three layers of hemp rope to reveal a yellowed contract: "Three percent of the shares of the gold mine, witnessed by the Father." He pointed at the Croke mining area on the north bank of the map. "The veins were discovered by the Chinese three years ago, thirty feet deeper than the whites surveyed."

Mureta grabbed the contract and glanced at it, and suddenly grinned: "You Chinese are more real than Anglos - at least you are willing to share the spoils." His face suddenly sank: "But it's not enough!"

Xianfeng took out another piece of paper and spread it in front of Muretta: "This is the list of six beasts who defiled the wife, and they will be hung on the bell tower of the church after the event is completed."

"I'm going to cut their throats with my own hands." Mulletta pulled out the dagger and inserted it into the crack of the table, "and the eighty guns from Stockton Police Department."

"A word is determined!" Xianfeng grinned and took out the oath that had been prepared long ago.

In the early morning of August 4, the sky was slightly brighter. Lin Shu's sword had already slashed into the crack of the Stockton Police Station door. The old man had a very strong hand. He cut the door bolt with one knife, making a harsh crack.

"God of Heavenly Father, God," Lei Laohu shouted loudly, then kicked open the police station door, shaking the flames in the kerosene lamp inside.

Sheriff Thomson rolled down from the marching bed, her fat belly stuck on the edge of the bed. As soon as her finger touched the revolver under the pillow, she was inserted into the palm of her hand by the dagger that Mulletta threw out - a sharp dagger pierced from the back of her hand and then from the palm of her hand, which made Sheriff Thomson feel so painful that she let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Damn it, I'm still sleeping!" Lin Shu kicked over the gun cabinet with one kick, and eighty Mississippi 1841 rifled guns were arranged neatly. Several Mexican horse bandits pulled off the curtains and wrapped the guns in the duty room, and their movements were as quick as if they were bundling salted fish at the dock.

A horse's neigh suddenly came from the back window. Lei Laohu lifted the blinds and saw several policemen patrolling nights running from the wooden bridge mounted on the Sacramento River, which seemed to have found that their police station had been taken out.

"Immediately, hurry up." Lei Laohu shouted loudly.

Under the pier on the south bank of the bridge, Lei Laohu had already buried twenty kilograms of black gunpowder!

The first time the miner Jin Abing, who rebelled for the first time, squatted under the bridge, holding a torch, but his hands were shaking like sieves. He didn't lit the leads three times. Su Shun grabbed the torch and kicked him up: "Cow! I can't even blow up the bridge and come to America to break through?"

The former Suzhongtang has really experienced it now. Once, it ignited the lead, then threw away the torch and pulled Jin Abing to run. Regardless of the gunshots and English yellings and scoldings from behind, the two of them ran less than fifty steps, and a loud rumbling sound came from behind.

When the bridge over the Salakmento River was blown up, California militia Colonel Sherman's cavalry was stabbing straight towards Stockton like a sharp knife. He only received the order from the former governor of the state militia commander-in-chief Beagle, the former governor. He then spent half a day gathering hundreds of elite cavalry, and then headed west along the south bank of the Salakmento River, without even resting at night, but unexpectedly he was still one step slower.

"Col. Stockton's big wooden bridge exploded!"

Sherman's adjutant, a blond and blue-eyed young man from the Crocker family, pointed to the black smoke rising from a distance and exclaimed loudly.

"I'm not blind," Sherman gritted his teeth and turned to his subordinates and shouted, "Young men, can you see it? The rebels of the Zhenyou Sect were very professional, they broke the wooden bridge in Stockton at the first time. So they didn't have to worry about the California militias advancing from the north bank of the Salakmento River. But they certainly didn't expect that we would come so quickly, and we marched from the south bank of the Salakmento River." He paused, "So, we're going to catch them off guard now!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Give an order, sir!"

"Kill all these yellow-skinned monkeys!"

The cavalry among the California militia are all elite. Except for some white wealthy families from California, the rest are all cowboys - California is the lawless west! Moreover, they often fight and die with Indian tribes, and occasionally fight with Mexicans (Mexicans in the United States), and have already experienced it.

The lack of cavalry is a shortcoming of the Chinese true corps!

"The first squadron takes the lead, the target dock warehouse!" Sherman's voice was particularly clear in the morning breeze, "Turn to the town hall immediately after setting the fire!"

The first squadron leader Anderson was a veteran who had participated in the American-Mexico War. He touched the small statue of his wife in his pocket on his chest, then pulled out his saber: "Follow me!" Hundreds of cavalry dispersed in fan shapes, and horses' hooves stepped across the damp beach, splashing a piece of mud.

"The second squadron attacked from the left wing and rushed straight to Chinatown. After entering, it set fire to create chaos!"

"Yes, sir!"

Lieutenant McClellan, the captain of the second squadron, agreed and led his subordinates to the south of Stockton like lightning.

"Third, the fourth squadron follows me!" Sherman pulled out his saber, "We rushed into Stockton from the front and killed all the yellow monkeys there!"

"kill"

Amid the shouts of shouting, the two hundred cavalry led by Sherman rushed towards the east of Stockton.

Stockton is a town with no exterior walls, no trenches and only a few thousand residents. Most of the residents in the city are Mexican, while the rest are Chinese and white.

So Sherman estimated that even if the Chinese in the city launched a riot, it would be difficult for him to take down the town immediately. As long as he moves fast enough, he can regain this key stronghold.

With Stockton as a support, the cavalry of the California militia can advance to the Bay Area at any time. Even if they cannot capture San Francisco, they can still kill and set fires everywhere in the Bay Area to create panic. All towns in the Bay Area have no walls and trenches, and the real-time faction only has time to set up defenses on the San Francisco Peninsula. Are the other towns still casually California cavalry coming and going?

At the same time, on the second floor of Stockton's Town Hall, Xianfeng was holding his arms, looking at the three smoke and dust rising to the east, and suddenly there was a rapid and heavy footsteps behind him. Without looking, he knew that it must be the big guy Linshu.

"Biography Bishop Lai just sent someone to report that he was leading three hundred cavalry to come, so that we could hold on until the afternoon!" Lin Shu's voice was a little anxious, and it seemed that he had no clue in his heart - the California militia came too fast and did not give people time to defend themselves!

"I know," Xianfeng smiled slightly, "Then prepare for street fighting and see if the Chinese and Mexicans in Stockton deserve the freedom and democracy of the United States?"
Chapter completed!