America 1881: Legend of the West

There are differences within the Texas Independence Movement Alliance as to whether to pursue independence at this point in time.

As for whether to use violence or a referendum, there are differences within the alliance.

What started as a discussion in the living room then turned into an argument as everyone's voices got louder.

Henderson's head hurt from listening to it.

How long has it been? What can we accomplish with just these people?

The congressman felt that the room was really stuffy and decided to go around to the backyard to smoke a cigarette.

Unlike other politicians who prefer cigars or pipes, Mr. Henderson prefers to roll his cigarettes by hand.

The setting sun shines into the courtyard, half of it is bathed in golden sunlight; the other half is plunged into shadow.

The congressman lowered his head and sat on the chair, then took out a box of tobacco and a piece of cigarette paper from his pocket.

He skillfully rolled a cigarette, then squeezed it with his hand to make sure it was tight, and then held it in his mouth.

Henderson continued to take matches from his pocket.

But when he reached into his pocket, he found that the matches were not there.

Just as Mr. Congressman reached out and fumbled around in his pocket.

"Click~"

A flame appeared in front of Henderson's eyes.

Underneath the flames was a delicate bronze lighter, held by a hand with wrinkled skin.

The councilman looked up, stunned.

He knew the man in front of him, his face was covered with pockmarks.

"Mr. White? How did you get in?" The congressman was unprepared for this man's appearance and stammered.

This person is none other than the famous "Pockmarked Face" White, the head of the Southwest Area of ​​the Border Detective Agency.

At this time, he was wearing a wide-brimmed hat and staring at the congressman without saying a word.

Henderson was so frightened by White's sight that he quickly put the cigarette to the flame, took a deep breath, and lit it.

White then put out the fire with a click, put away the lighter, and sat across from Henderson.

He pointed to the corner of the yard:

"I was there just now, but Mr. Congressman was too preoccupied to notice me."

Henderson said nothing.

The boss of the Border Detective Agency has been in charge of the southwest area for more than ten years. He has thousands of employees and can be said to be pervasive.

They replaced the former bounty hunters in the west and became the nightmare of gangsters; at the same time, they also performed some shady work all year round, controlling the west from another perspective for Chen Jianqiu.

Therefore, just like his boss, the man in front of him is not surprising wherever he appears.

"Do you need me to help you solve your problems? After all, we are old friends." White looked at Henderson with a half-smile.

There was another shudder behind the congressman's back.

Old friend? Does it count?

The regular patrons are pretty much the same.

He did ask White to help him deal with a lot of things, but there was no other way.

The Border Detective Agency does its job cleanly and leaves no trace behind.

But my control falls into the hands of these people.

Dealing with these people is like making a deal with the devil. Sometimes you have no choice.

"I guess you can find me without me telling you, right?" Henderson was helpless.

White pointed to the door leading to the house.

There was also the faint sound of a group of people quarreling inside.

"You don't expect these people to help you accomplish anything, do you?" He laughed dumbly, "But if you are willing to cooperate, I am willing to give you a chance."

The MP’s face was expressionless:

"Is it you or your boss?"

"I represent my boss," White said.

Henderson shook his head:

"I know who your boss is, and I know he has great hands and eyes, but he can't do that in Texas."

He took a drag on the cigarette and held it between his middle and index fingers.

"Texans think about independence every day, but no one among them is willing to cooperate with the Chinese. Otherwise, they will be considered traitors!"

"Are you willing to cooperate?" White asked.

The MP fell silent again.

"It seems that, like most Texans, you have some illusions about your own weapons." White suddenly laughed.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it into the congressman's hand.

This is an internal briefing.

Morrison, the commander of the National Guard, sent it to the governor.

In the rush to rescue Austin, his cavalry and infantry became disjointed.

On the way to Austin, the infantry was severely bitten by one of Li Sifu's cavalry and suffered heavy casualties.

The congressman's expression was extremely stiff, and the hand holding the briefing was trembling.

"Mr. Congressman, your cigarette is almost out." White suddenly reminded him "kindly".

Henderson was suddenly burned by the cigarette on his hand.

He shuddered and threw out the cigarette in his hand.

Soot fell all over him.

"I don't believe this is true. If that's the case, why didn't the Chinese army directly capture Texas? What are you still looking for from me?" The congressman said very harshly.

"Is it a contradiction?" White was still laughing, the pockmarks on his face trembling.

In fact, he actually asked Chen Jianqiu this question.

According to what he meant, whether it was San Antonio or Houston, the Border Detective Agency had infiltrated.

As long as the New Mexico army reaches the city, or the Cuban troops land from Houston, and the inside and outside are coordinated, it shouldn't be a problem to win.

However, Chen Jianqiu asked him directly on the phone:

"What happens after the fight is over?"

Yes, what happens after the fight is over?

Not to mention that in a system like the United States, the power of the government is passed on. Even if the state government really surrenders, it will be useless.

As long as Texans refuse to submit, resistance is basically everywhere.

If it were replaced by ancient times, massacre might be able to solve some problems.

But today's level of civilization and the situation between ourselves and the enemy do not allow this at all.

I am afraid that the people of Texas and other Americans will collectively take up guns and fight the invaders to the death.

In addition, Chen Jianqiu did not want to waste too many lives of his soldiers in the siege battle.

Henderson looked at the internal briefing and then at White:

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Pitch your pen and join the army. My boss is willing to give you a gift. I hope you will not disappoint his expectations for peace."

White put away the smile on his face.

"My boss and I like people who keep their promises, and Mr. Congressman, you happen to be that kind of person."

Soon after, news of another defeat by the Texas National Guard spread throughout Texas.

The people of Texas, who were initially confident, began to panic.

Why did you lose again? Shouldn't he keep losing?

The media began to scold Morrison for his incompetent command, his prodigal ways, and for being fooled around by Li Sifu.

Morrison was so angry that he cursed his mother and planned to give up his job. After hard persuasion from his subordinates, he stayed on.

But the New Mexico troops were still advancing toward Austin.

People began to panic and considered whether to leave the capital and seek refuge elsewhere.

However, at this moment, Representative Henderson, who had scolded the governor in the Assembly, pulled out a troop from nowhere.

They circled around San Antonio and cut off the supply lines for the New Mexico troops.

Without supplies, the Chinese troops retreated all the way to Fort Stockton.

In line with the principle of not pursuing the enemy, Congressman Henderson did not pursue him.

This victory was like a shot in the arm for the people of Texas.

When Congressman Henderson returned to Austin with his troops and the flag of the Lone Star Republic, the citizens lined the streets to welcome him with enthusiasm.

"Long live the Lone Star Republic!"

He waved the flag in his hand, raised his arms and shouted, while the people below also burst into tears, as if they had seen Austin back then.

McKinley, who was far away in Washington, breathed a sigh of relief after learning that the Chinese troops had suffered a defeat and retreated.

However, he was only halfway through his anger when he received an even more shocking news.

Texas holds a referendum to decide whether to become independent.