The Creators: From Night City

Tired, destroy it.

Feiying stepped forward, his expression equally enthusiastic. "Black King, we are all ready and can fight for you at any time. Please give us your instructions."

instruct?

Jiang Bing looked at the people who were half-naked, holding swords and carrying bows, paused with his cane, and gave the first instruction.

Change clothes.

As a subordinate of a "craftsman", or a "believer", Jiang Bing would be humiliated if he wore this outfit and fought with the colonists with real weapons.

A group of people came out of the big wooden house and went to the small wooden house next door, looking forward to it.

Jiang Bing pointed at the intelligent defense system that had been installed just two days ago, and only dared to open the door after repeatedly confirming that the defensive firepower of the simple armory in front of him had been disarmed.

These Indian warriors who had little eyesight did not recognize the automatic ceiling-mounted defense machine gun with a firing rate of 800 rounds per minute, nor did they know that the two autonomous defense robots in the corner were not only invulnerable to swords and guns, but also had fast and accurate shooting skills thanks to the support of intelligent algorithms and hardware.

They knew nothing and just stared at the mountains of guns and ammunition and the large amount of military supplies inside the door.

The weapons are not very advanced, but precisely because of this, smart industrial machine tools are being shipped at a rapid pace.

To be honest, it is a bit of a waste to use these trivial parts of the intelligent industrial machine tool that can be used as an industrial mother machine, but Jiang Bing is still in the early stages of his business in this world, so he has to make do with it.

Norkota D5 Copperhead.

The AK-47 was the most popular assault rifle in the world in the second half of the 20th century. As its replacement in the second half of the 21st century, the D5 Copperhead has the same simple structure, extremely low manufacturing process and overall cost. The entire gun does not have any ingenuity or ingenuity that makes people love it, but only has the ultimate cost-effectiveness, reliable performance, and trustworthy stopping power.

There was no way for the Nokota Company to register the copyright in this world, so Jiang Bing naturally used this gun as the standard main battle weapon for the army to be built.

In addition, the entire team can be fully armed with a set of IIA level bulletproof protective clothing (including a helmet), a mass-cast tactical dagger, a night vision goggles with a little technical content, and a metal standard mask with bulletproof and simple air filtration functions.

A warehouse full of heavy and shiny modern weapons made the 21 Sioux warriors feel a strong sense of separation. It felt like your legendary ancestor suddenly descended from the sky one day and said he wanted to help you become an immortal, but turned around and took out a holographic tablet and asked you to fill in your personal information.

But once they got these things, the soldiers immediately put aside all their unreliable ideas and instead played with them lovingly and caressed them excitedly.

Do you really think that everyone wants to stick to the old traditions and use knives, bows and arrows and modern firearms to fight to the death?

The main thing is that there is no other way, if you fall behind you will be beaten.

It can only be that you have a mace and I have a skull.

The colonists' all-round blockade has imprisoned these indigenous people, who are already lagging behind the times, in a cocoon of the gap between the times, unable to make any progress.

No one is stupid. Everyone knows that a gun is faster than a knife and stronger than a bow and arrow.

However, the modern industrial system capabilities were basically zero, and the tight blockade by the US government left the Indians without guns. Even if they spent a lot of effort to obtain some weapons and firearms, they could only fight sporadically and had no way to compete with an organized army.

Of course, the above problems are not problems at all for Jiang Bing.

When it comes to development, he has never been afraid of anyone.

Chapter 232 Railways and Chinese Workers

Apart from the most important weapons and armor, there is currently no sign of other auxiliary combat configurations such as field uniforms, field boots, belts, bullet belts, water cups, engineer shovels, water bottles, lunch boxes, and first aid kits.

But I believe that once those Indian women learned to use sewing machines, there would be no shortage of these industrial products.

Intent on turning this world into a logistics world for the production, processing, and manufacturing of raw materials, as well as a conscription world for the conscription and training of organized armed forces, Jiang Bing is ready to build a mature industrial system and an equally mature political system from scratch.

But the most important thing at the moment is to train these 21 Indian warriors who don’t even know how to use guns.

It takes years of systematic training to train an elite soldier who is brave, tactically competent, determined, proficient in map drawing, stealth assassination, lurking in disguise, and sabotage behind enemy lines. However, it is countless times easier to train a soldier who can identify friend or foe, avoid accidentally injuring friendly forces, and has good marksmanship.

As soldiers who beg for survival in the wilderness all day long, and as candidates carefully selected from the best of the best, all of them basically meet the physical fitness standards. The only things they lack in becoming qualified modern soldiers are military literacy and marksmanship.

It is very easy to learn marksmanship quickly.

practice.

On the first day, the 21 soldiers, curious about the new weapons and eager to try them out, each fired 500 rounds of ammunition. After the novelty and adrenaline wore off, everyone was surprised at the power of the weapons in their hands and did not care much about the soreness in their upper bodies, especially the shoulders.

On the second day, each person was given 1000 bullets and brief military knowledge was imparted, which made everyone exhausted. However, the powerful weapons and delicious food still kept everyone enthusiastic.

On the third day, with 2000 bullets per person, some people started to feel uncomfortable.

On the fourth day, there was no limit on the number of bullets, but under Jiang Bing's supervision, no one could shoot less.

Day ...

Day 6…

Feiying pulled the trigger numbly, and the weapon in his hand spewed out flames. A precise three-shot burst successfully hit the target dozens of meters away.

The bullets made three large holes in the wooden target that a bow and arrow could never have made. Faced with this result, Feiying no longer had the initial novelty and excitement.

He continued running and pulling the trigger mechanically, skillfully yet numbly, pouring the bullets in the magazine onto targets in various positions. Then he almost instinctively removed the magazine, replaced it with a new one, and fired at the remaining targets.

Only after completing all the shooting tasks did he come out of the shooting range that had just been built a few days ago and complete the handover with Hong Lu, who was originally the best hunter in the tribe.

Looking at the other person's back as he entered the shooting range with a gun, Feiying sighed, and returned to the maintenance and rest area happily but slightly annoyed, where he disassembled the gun, cleaned it, maintained it, assembled it, and loaded the bullets.

The moving mirror in front of them played various precautions when fighting the enemy, forcing the soldiers, including Feiying, to passively accept rote military education during their rest time.

Jiang Bing himself has not received any formal military education, so he cannot be expected to come up with any scientific and standardized training plans. He can only adopt some appropriate methods according to the open source military technology soldier training plan and proceed step by step.

Fortunately, this was enough in 1899.

Just as Feiying was staring blankly at the demonstration of how to avoid artillery bombardment in the mirror, Jiang Bing's voice suddenly rang out from the loudspeaker above his head.

Listening to the content on the radio, Feiying felt a surge of joy in his heart.

"Finally, it's time to go on a mission."

………………

If oil is the blood of modern industrial development, then railways are undoubtedly the blood vessels connecting the entire body.

A railway spanning the east and west is undoubtedly an efficient choice to revitalize the entire national economy and strengthen the US government's dominance over the West.

Building railroads became an important industry after the American Civil War.

Wherever there is profit, there are flies and insects that come looking for the taste.

A large number of railway companies emerged, including the Atlantic and Rocky Union Railroad, the Red River Freight Railway, the Federal Intercontinental Transportation, and the Freedmen's Union Railroad.

However, the complex political structure of each state and the intertwined local forces mean that each railway company can basically only operate within its own sphere of influence.

For example, the Atlantic and Rocky Union Railroad, funded by the Eastern Bankers' Association, set the ambitious goal of extending the line from New York to Denver. To this end, they adopted the slogan "Railways are civilization" and enthusiastically hired large numbers of Irish and Chinese immigrants. However, the project's progress was hampered by numerous conflicts caused by crossing Cheyenne territory.

Later it was left unresolved.

However, due to different customs and social ecology, the business strategies in the east, west and south are very different. Some focus on freight, some focus on passenger transport, and some focus on luxury trains.

However, after decades of business conquests, and numerous acquisitions, bankruptcies, mergers, and reorganizations, there are always a few railway companies that have grown and successfully broken the above curse.

'Central Union Railways'

Just by listening to the name, you can tell that the relationship behind it is very strong.

It owns several branch railways in New Hanover and Ambarino, and is constantly expanding its own railway tentacles in all directions.

But Leviticus Cornish, the most successful railroad tycoon, sugar merchant, oil boss, political speculator, capitalist, and the biggest local tyrant in the West, obviously did not like to see outsiders messing around in his territory, especially in his core railroad business.

As a result, the Central United Railway Company's new railway construction work would always be suspended for various reasons.

Of course, these things were not understood by the Chinese workers who worked hard in the fields all day long. They only knew that the railway construction project had been suspended again.

Once the project stopped, there was no work to do, and without work, there was no money to get paid. Without a daily wage of $1.5, they still had to pay for food. In the eyes of these Chinese workers, this was called eating up all the funds.

Therefore, a considerable number of those who have some ability will choose to feed themselves, thus saving the food expenses which may seem to be just a small amount to some people.

No one knows and no one cares what Zhu Changbian's real name is. All we know is that he is a deserter from the Hunan Army.

As his name suggests, he has a well-maintained long Qing-style braid, and he is also very good at throwing caltrops with one hand.

Although even he himself did not believe his glorious record of killing three gangsters with caltrops, he was confident that he could use this skill to hunt wild game such as foxes and rabbits.

The night is already deep.

Two people sneaked out of the railway workers' camp.

"Plaster Feng, it looks like that old fellow Chen Gui has really reached his end this time."

Chapter 233 Night Attack on the Construction Camp

Zhu Changbian wrapped the greasy whip around his neck, bent his waist and groped forward along the waist-deep grass, while walking and listening to the half-baked doctor Feng Xuesheng behind him.

The quack doctor he mentioned was searching the ground for any usable medicinal herbs in the dim moonlight.

"Deficiency refers to the deficiency of Qi and blood, and fatigue refers to exhaustion. The term "deficiency fatigue" refers to any disease caused by excessive damage. There are five kinds of fatigue and seven kinds of injuries. No medicine can cure them. I have no way to help."

Zhu Changbian held a sharpened railway spike in his palm. The two of them had already run some distance out of the camp, and he was finally able to straighten his body.

"With your half-baked medical skills, the ointment you prescribed is useless, and you still want these nonsense."

He glanced at the other person out of the corner of his eye and saw that he was almost lying on the ground. He couldn't help but sneer as he tried to distinguish between medicinal herbs and useless weeds.

"Instead of doing all this nonsense, why not help me keep an eye on the situation? Maybe we can hunt some game, so that old man can have a good meal before he dies."

Feng Xuesheng didn't answer, but after a pause he stood up from the ground.

This move is undoubtedly a disguised way of expressing one's own ideas.

"Yes."

Zhu Changbian was watching all directions and listening carefully. "Gaoyao Feng, these foreign devils are really extravagant. They leave all this fertile land uncultivated and let it grow weeds. It's such a waste of natural resources."

Feng Xuesheng did not respond, but instead pulled Zhu Changbian's trouser leg, signaling him to pay attention to the bushes not far away.

The moonlight was dim, and long hours of hard work and malnutrition had left both of them somewhat night blind.

As the shadows of the trees swayed, Zhu Changbian only saw a dark figure squatting in the bushes, with a faint light in its eyes. He was startled and could not help but step forward and twist his waist, then threw the spike in his hand out with his backhand.

The cold light passed through the grass and trees, but there was no sound.

"What is that? I heard there are a lot of jackals, tigers and leopards around here!" Feng Xuesheng was born timid and was frightened by Zhu Changbian's sudden action.

"Why don't we go back? It's dark in the middle of the night, and we don't want to be taken away by wolves again."

"You're a coward." Zhu Changbian stretched out his hand to brush away the other person's dirty hands.

"I fired my bone-piercing nails, but there was no sound. It must not be a large beast. Either there is nothing, or it is a mountain cat or a hare that I have already killed."

Feng Xuesheng thought what he said made sense, and he quickly took two steps forward to give himself courage.

"You kid, why are you coming out with me with such little courage?" Zhu Changbian muttered and walked into the bushes to look for his "bone-piercing nail".

After entering the thick bushes, the man did not come out for a long time.

Just as Feng Xuesheng was wondering, something suddenly pressed against his back.

The thing gradually moved from his back to the back of his head, cold and hard.

Only then did Feng Xuesheng realize that someone was pointing a gun at his head.

His knees suddenly gave way and he fell to the ground.

"Qianqi, please don't mess with me, don't shoot!"

A pair of very beautiful leather boots came into his lowered vision.

"Stand up, don't kneel."

A very standard northern Mandarin sentence made Feng Xuesheng shudder.

He raised his head quickly and saw a group of people standing in the moonlight. They were all dressed in black, holding strange-looking long firearms, and had devil masks on their faces. Their eyes glowed with a faint green light. They looked like a group of evil spirits crawling out of hell.

Zhu Changbian's hands were tied behind his back, his face looked haggard, and he was staring at him with his big eyes.

The person who spoke in northern Mandarin just now was obviously the leader of this group of evil spirits. He was wearing a long red robe and did not carry any firearms. Instead, he was holding a slightly long cane. His face was covered with a mask that looked like he was neither smiling nor crying, and the upper half of his face was hidden in the shadow of a wide-brimmed hat.

Under pressure, he could only stand up straight and keep his head down.

"The Chinese workers in the railway camp ahead?"

The mysterious man asked.

Feng Xuesheng swallowed and nodded cautiously.

"That's easy, tie it up."

It looked like this group of people were planning something bad to do to the railway camp, but surprisingly, this group of people did not ask him about the situation of the camp's guards, as if they did not care about the other party's situation.

This is true.