America 1881: Legend of the West

"biography?"

Chen Jianqiu smiled.

"Yes, to be precise, it is a novel based on your experience. I think it must be very legendary." The writer added.

Chen Jianqiu smiled and shook his head.

His experience before time travel was insignificant. If he really described that world to Mark Twain in his ordinary life a hundred years later, then the title of "Father of Science Fiction" might not belong to Verne. .

After traveling through time, he only had memories of these short few months, and what he had going forward was still fragmented so far.

"I have lost my memory. I will tell you when I remember it." Chen Jianqiu smiled and waved to Mark Twain.

Mark Twain initially thought that Chen Jianqiu was just trying to say something out of the low-key and self-effacing nature of the Chinese.

"What are you talking about?"

Adam came staggeringly from behind with a bottle in his hand and a chair. He glanced at Chen Jianqiu drunkenly, then at the writer, and sat down behind the black man.

"Great writer, why don't you write down this person's experience first." The black man pointed at Adam behind him, "He is a living 'legend', he... Wow~~"

The black man suddenly screamed, and his ribs were "inadvertently" poked by Chen Jianqiu, which was heartbreaking.

Mark Twain suddenly realized that these people in front of him were probably not "good people", and he quickly said:

"Sorry, sir, I really didn't mean to find out your identities. It was just a writer's instinct to collect materials. I have been listening to all kinds of stories along the way."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, we are just a group of poor people who came to the west to survive." Chen Jianqiu said with a kind face, "The journey is long, it will be okay for everyone to chat and chat."

The writer's heart dropped again.

This young man in his twenties smiled as brightly as the sunshine in Southern California.

"Oh, would you mind telling us the stories you heard on the trip?" Adam suddenly came over to talk, smelling of alcohol.

"Yeah, it looks like this train won't be able to move for a while. Come and tell us." Chen Jianqiu looked out the window.

Black smoke was still rising from the bombed-out railway in front of the locomotive; the men in yellow cowboy hats went to the luxury carriages at the back, and sporadic gunshots were heard, it seemed that there was a fight; the passengers who were forced to get off the train They are still at a loss,

But these have nothing to do with him.

Mark Twain saw that the audience was so enthusiastic, so he opened the notebook in his hand.

"This is a story I heard in Albuquerque."

"Albuquerque ten years ago was simply a lawless place. It was a paradise for all kinds of evildoers, thugs, murderers, and robbers and thieves."

"It's the same now." Sean added, but then received an elbow from Chen Jianqiu.

"It is very impolite to interrupt others when they are telling stories." Chen Jianqiu educates black people.

The writer continued:

"Colonel Hilde was the first to arrive here. After he was discharged from the army, he got involved in many industries in Albuquerque. With his ruthless methods and shrewd mind, he quickly became the dominant overlord."

"He gained the support of the ruler of Santa Fe and became more domineering and arrogant."

"He dominated the local fur and firewood markets. The merchants were careful to operate under the order he designated. If they disobeyed him even slightly, they would be expelled from Albuquerque. In serious cases, their bodies would be found the next day. Appeared in the wilderness outside the town and was eaten by hungry wolves.”

"But this caused dissatisfaction among some local people, so a man named Albert Jones formed a gang."

"This man named Albert is a local hero. His gang has been protecting those who were harmed by Hilde."

"This has touched Hilde's interests, and there has been constant friction between the two parties."

"Until one day, Albert was ambushed on his way back from Santa Fe and died on a farm."

"His brother, Cornell Jones, told the local law enforcement officer, Sheriff Bill, about this matter. But instead of asking for justice for him, Sheriff Bill arrested the Jones Gang. people."

"Cornell knew that the Sheriff had been completely bribed, so he officially declared war on Hilde and the Sheriff. They used the same method to ambush the two men in one night."

"But Hilde's side was heavily outnumbered. Instead of being defeated by the ambush, they launched a counterattack."

"Cornell was beaten back and forth, but at this time, one of his men stood up. He was a sharpshooter. It is said that the time it takes to draw a gun is only 0.3 seconds. He can kill everyone in front of him in one second. people."

"He stood up and killed Heard, and Cornell killed the corrupt sheriff."

"That person was the later famous 'God of Death' Adam Granger."

The carriage was quiet, no one spoke.

The man in the story was leaning back in his chair, drinking wine from the bottle in his hand, his eyes calm.

"What happened next?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Then? Then they escaped from Albuquerque and have been active in New Mexico. Cornell inherited his brother's legacy and acted chivalrously everywhere. They were enemies of the Mexicans and dealt with the Indians. The Jones Gang also became more and more popular. The bigger.”

"But for some unknown reason, they finally chose to rob the bank in Santa Fe. For some unknown reason, Pinkerton's detectives had already set up an ambush there."

"In that battle, except for Adam who escaped, everyone else was killed or captured, and Cornell also died on the gallows in Santa Fe."

After Mark Twain finished telling his story, he told it so eloquently that he became immersed in the story.

"Do you know Adam Granger?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly asked.

The writer shook his head: "He has been under a bounty and has disappeared for many years. However, I heard that he appeared in Montrose and Denver some time ago. I have not seen his bounty. If I am lucky, I will definitely go and take a look."

He felt that there was something unfinished, so he looked back at the drunken man who was still drinking, and suddenly asked him: "What do you think of this story, sir."

Adam didn't seem to be very interested in this story. He stood up slowly:

"Not so good, Mr. Writer. The Jones brothers are not heroes, they are just two local businessmen. Hilde has business conflicts with them. It's just dog-eat-dog between the two groups of villains."

"As for Adam, he was not a magical person. His gun was very accurate and fast, but he was powerless against dozens of heavily armed gunmen. Hilde drowned after falling into the water. As for the police chief, he was shot to death randomly."

"How did you know, sir?" The writer's mouth opened wide. There were too many things that shocked him today.

Adam took a sip of wine and patted the writer on the shoulder.

"Reality is more exciting than stories, but crueler than stories. People are more willing to believe what they want to believe, so there is the so-called 'legend'."

He turned around and returned to the back of the carriage without saying a word.

Chen Jianqiu, on the other hand, looked at Adam's back and fell into deep thought.

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