Chapter 127

On the vast ocean, a galleon was sailing forward.

Standing on both sides in vigilance, the Krieg soldiers' eyes were filled with a serious expression.

Having taken off their black military overcoats, they were now wearing brand-new cowboy outfits and jackets.

And besides carrying long guns on their backs, each of them had two revolvers and an entrenching tool at their waists for close-quarters combat!

As for why they had to change into cowboy outfits, it was because Zhang Mou had gone too far in San Francisco; it seemed like a cavalry unit of five hundred men was pursuing him!

Zhang Cheng was very resistant to unnecessary battles.

After all, winning wouldn't do him any good, so why waste the time?

After transporting the gold onto the galleon early, Zhang Cheng planned to "enter the country" again in a different way!

Disguise himself as a merchant from Mexico, then smoothly enter Dekesasizhou and buy a large amount of land.

As a place with castle laws, Zhang Cheng could keep buying all the way to the gates of Washington.

Thinking of his flawless plan, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, because it was simply too wonderful.

A gun barrel isn't just about having many people and many guns; he needed a base, otherwise he would be like duckweed without roots.

The "simple folk customs" of Dekesasizhou were the most suitable place for Zhang Cheng.

And he could also continuously recruit Chinese from neighboring California.

As for what to manage next, Zhang Cheng didn't even need to think: slave trading!

As a cotton machine that didn't need costs, Africa possessed a huge base.

Even in the future, Zhang Cheng could use this business to build good relationships with Southern plantation owners and intervene forcefully after the war started!

Zhang Cheng: When I stand up to save the South, I will become their "God"!

The galleon sailed on the sea for about fifteen days and finally arrived in Tijuana.

After disembarking here, Zhang Cheng sold the galleon backhanded.

After all, this ship wasn't his to begin with; they had just robbed it at the port on their way.

Taking the money from selling the galleon, Zhang Cheng moved the sealed boxes down.

Looking at the boxes that filled twelve carriages, many people looked at this scene in shock.

But even so, no one dared to step forward to rob them.

Because this team had 150 cowboy guards; these people simply "didn't dare to move"!

Driving the carriages forward, Zhang Cheng rolled a grass cigarette and exhaled thick smoke, "Killing and arson bring golden belts, repairing bridges and roads leave no corpses. The fortune teller told me back then that a general's success is built on ten thousand bones; turns out he wasn't fooling me!"

Krieg Death Korps: Did the fortune teller tell you we are very good at fighting!

Zhang Cheng: That, he didn't!

Advancing along the border line, Zhang Cheng passed through California and Arizona.

Mexico, San Miguel town.

When the long, dragon-like convoy appeared, the atmosphere of the entire town became subtle.

Sensing the gazes on both sides of the street, Zhang Cheng asked in confusion, "No, why are their eyes looking at me the same way I look at them?"

Just after this thought appeared in Zhang Cheng's mind, he widened his eyes, because wasn't this his favorite thing to do?

"Boss! A group of fat sheep has come from outside!"

Pointing at the carriages outside, a cowboy ran to Ramon Rojo's side and said.

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"What did you see?"

Asking the cowboy, Ramon also asked in confusion.

"Look at their carriages, they're weighed down too heavily, and there are three horses..."

Just as the cowboy explained, a thought appeared in Ramon's mind: the carriages were filled with gold.

But in the next second, Ramon backhanded the cowboy a slap, "You idiot, are you blind? Don't you see they have so many cowboys!"

Looking at the cowboy guard team of over a hundred people, Ramon was almost furious.

Because if this were a team of ten or twenty, he would have ideas, but with a hundred guards, you tell him, how is he supposed to rob them?

Looking at Ramon in embarrassment, the cowboy was also very aggrieved.

Because he didn't know there were so many cowboys behind the carriages either!

Ordering the Krieg soldiers on the side to be vigilant, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

But at this moment, a man looking like a sheriff came over with some people.

Seeing them appear, Zhang Cheng said, "Hello, Mr. Sheriff, is something the matter?"

"Respected sir, are you just passing through?" Looking at Zhang Cheng, the sheriff looked at him with vigilance, because this group of people was simply too scary.

Although he didn't know what was in the carriages, sending so many cowboys to escort them must mean they were treasures!

"That's right, we're just passing through to rest! We'll be leaving soon!"

Speaking to the sheriff, Zhang Cheng sized him up.

"That's great, I hope you have a pleasant journey!"

Taking off his hat, the sheriff left with a smile.

But looking at the sheriff's back, Zhang Cheng rubbed his chin and said, "This guy doesn't look like a good person!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in confusion, the Krieg soldier expressed his thoughts with silence.

That is, how could he say such a thing?

"Why are you looking at me? If you're unhappy, speak up. Is staring at me useful?"

Looking at the Krieg soldier with annoyance, Zhang Cheng complained.

Turning his head, the Krieg soldier remained silent.

Because being with him was simply more of a headache than fighting heretics!

Entering a bar, Zhang Cheng twisted his tired neck and stepped forward, then slapped down some dollars, "Prepare lunch for 150 people for me!"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in shock, the bar owner immediately said, "Okay, sir!"

And then he took the dollars in an instant.

Looking at the owner's hand speed, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but praise, "Truly a good seedling for practicing quick-draw!"

But just as Zhang Cheng was thinking, a cowboy wearing a shawl walked in.

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Looking at the cowboy behind him, Zhang Cheng sized him up.

And looking at Zhang Cheng, he also nodded, then found a place to sit down.

An hour later, the bar owner brought the dishes up.

Eating bread and drinking meat soup, Zhang Cheng only had one thought in his heart: he must find a cook as soon as possible.

However, the Krieg soldiers weren't as delicate as Zhang Cheng, because they thought everything tasted good; after all, it was much more flavorful than eating nutrient paste!

"Come here!"

Waving his hand, Zhang Cheng signaled the bar owner to come over.

"Sir, do you have any orders?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, the bar owner asked with a smile.

"What's the situation in this town?"

Asking the bar owner, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes.

"I'm a local, you know, in case..."

Just as the bar owner was embarrassed to speak, Zhang Cheng took out two dollars and stuffed them into his pocket, "God will forgive you, buddy!"

"That's right, God will forgive me!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a smile, the bar owner told him about the town's affairs.

When he learned about the conflict between Sheriff John Baxter and Ramon Rojo, Zhang Cheng blinked in confusion, because wasn't this the plot of "A Fistful of Dollars"?

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng looked at the cowboy who had just walked in, because wasn't that Joe?

But the focus of Zhang Cheng's attention wasn't this, but the weapons and gold that Ramon had robbed!

Because he also liked "black eating black"!

Although not as crazy as the guy next door, who doesn't like a business with no cost?

Lu Yan: Open your mic and speak! I told you to open your mic!

Zhang Cheng: No names were named, why are you looking for me!

(End of Chapter)