Chapter 17: We Need Time

Even if the San Francisco Mounted Police would help them, it would take until the morning of the next day from the time they received the news to the time they arrived in Sacramento. Google Search Reading

Persist until the morning of the next day or even longer?

Liang Yao quickly put away this unrealistic idea. Now the only thing he could count on was Sutter's private armed forces.

"The San Francisco Mounted Police, which is more than a hundred miles away, is indeed a distant water that cannot quench the thirst near, but as long as we hold on for a while, the nearby farmer Sutter will come to help us.

He is less than fifteen miles away from us. This generous and righteous farmer is a good friend of mine. He has a private armed force of more than a hundred people."

The current priority is to calm people's hearts. Liang Yao exaggerated Sutter's armed forces. In fact, even if Sutter's Indian guards are counted, Sutter's guards are only more than sixty people. And Liang Yao has no idea how strong Sutter's private armed forces are.

Liang Yao's words are like a shot of adrenaline, giving these desperate people a glimmer of hope, and they are no longer so pessimistic.

Liang Yao called several senior executives of Boston Company and Sven aside: "We must now find a way to delay those thugs and buy more time."

"This is an unrealistic idea. We can only resist one more round of their attack at most." Weber, who has been a professional officer for more than ten years, made a cruel judgment based on his experience.

"We can delay them in other ways."

Liang Yao calculated in his mind the time it would take for Deng Wenyao to go to Sutter Castle to report the news and for Sutter to gather his troops to Sacramento.

"We can pretend to negotiate with them, but we need someone with good eloquence to deal with them and buy us at least two hours."

"This is a good idea, but who will deal with the gangsters?"

Both the people of Boston Company and Sven thought that Liang Yao's proposal was feasible and worth a try.

The most suitable candidate is undoubtedly Liang Yao. Liang Yao's eloquence is good enough, and Liang Yao is the most prestigious person in Sacramento and is most qualified to represent them.

"This person must not be Mr. Liang. We can't do without Mr. Liang here. If anything happens to Mr. Liang, we'll all be doomed!" Seeing that many people were looking at Liang Yao, Sven had to persuade them to give up this idea.

Sven knew that the bandits were coming for Liang Yao, and letting Liang Yao talk to the bandits would only make the situation worse.

"I"

Weber was about to step forward, but thinking of his wife and children, he hesitated. He didn't know how to take back what he had just said, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

"Gentlemen, let me go." Robinson saw Weber's dilemma and stepped forward to help Weber out. "Mr. Weber, you have a wife and daughter, you need to be responsible for them, I don't have this concern, let me go."

Robinson picked up his medicine box and said, "I am a doctor, maybe I can buy more time for everyone, and they won't make things difficult for a doctor."

Everyone was in awe of Dr. Robinson who stood up in times of crisis. Liang Yao stepped forward and shook Robinson's hand: "Dr. Robinson, we will all pray for you. It is a great honor to make friends like you."

"I am also very honored to make friends like you, Liang. Without you, there would be no Sacramento today, and there would be no Boston Company today."

Robinson and Liang Yao said goodbye reluctantly. He took off his white shirt and hung it on a wooden stick. Then he held a white flag made of shirts in one hand and a medicine box in the other hand and walked towards the brutal bandits without hesitation.

"Stop! Don't move! Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"

The vigilant bandit ordered Robinson to stop and pointed his gun at him.

"Gentlemen, I am a doctor, I think you need help." Robinson put down the white flag and medicine box in his hand, pointed to the bandits lying on the ground with injuries and said.

"He is a doctor, I can prove it."

The speaker was William Walker, who was originally a gunman of the Boston Company. The early gold rush of the Boston Company was very unsuccessful.

Walker, who was extremely eager for gold, could not bear this torment, so he and several people with the same idea in the company stole the company's few gold and ran away, and found another way to mine gold, that is, robbery.

Walker recognized Robinson at a glance.

Brandon, with a gloomy face, used the army knife to pick open Robinson's medicine box. After confirming that the medicine box was indeed full of medicines, his face became better.

"So you are a doctor. Welcome. Our team just needs a doctor."

"They are seriously injured. If they are not treated in time, they will die soon."

Robinson pointed to Brandon's injured men and said that although he had the advantage, Brandon did not fight easily. Eleven of his men died on the spot when attacking the house, and eighteen were injured. The morale was extremely low.

Brandon did not care about the lives of the gang members and ordinary bandits who depended on Brandon. He cared about the lives of the deserters. These people were his backbone.

California was not short of gold diggers who were willing to take risks for gold. As long as his backbone was there, no one could shake his position as the overlord of the underworld in California.

Robinson treated the wounds of the injured bandits, and he subconsciously slowed down the speed of treating the wounds.

"Don't point guns at me. You point guns at me and I can't work well."

Being operated on by a bunch of black guns pointed at him made Robinson feel very uncomfortable, and even his hands couldn't help but tremble.

"Put it down! Put it down!"

Brandon motioned to his men to put their guns down. A doctor posed no threat to them.

"Doctor, I am your enemy. I don't think you are here specifically to save lives and heal the wounded. I want to know your purpose."

Brandon held his saber and looked at Robinson who was undergoing surgery with some amusement.

"In the eyes of doctors, there are no enemies, only patients." Robinson's hands suddenly trembled. He controlled his breathing and nervous heartbeat and said, "If you want my operation to be successful, it's best not to do it while I'm doing it." Time to bother me."

For the sake of his men's lives, Brandon chose to shut up, but after an hour and a half, Brandon finally couldn't bear it anymore, stopped Robinson, and questioned Robinson's purpose.

"If you come to seek refuge with us, we welcome you. If you come to negotiate as a surrender representative, as long as you are willing to hand over the gold and the Chinese boy named Liang Yao, we also welcome you."

Seeing that there was no way to delay it any longer, Robinson had no choice but to sit down and negotiate with Brandon.

"This is a good proposal. As long as you can guarantee our lives, we are willing to surrender. After all, everyone came to Sacramento for gold."

"You seem to be a very sensible man, doctor."

At this time, Robinson realized that these gangsters had a clear goal. Out of the instinct of survival, the idea of ​​betraying Liang Yao's Boston company also flashed in his mind.

But this dangerous idea was quickly rejected by him. First, this practice of betraying friends was contrary to his life creed. Second, he didn't think these gangsters had any integrity.

Looking at the burned camp of Boston Company, Robinson clenched his fists and mustered up the courage to start bargaining with Brandon: "We need some time to reach a consensus. Liang Yao has many loyal guards. It is also difficult to solve this difficult problem. It takes time. We need three hours."

Robinson didn't know what Brandon's bottom line was, so he quoted a time that was negotiable.

"I don't have the patience. Three hours is too long." Brandon flatly rejected the request. "I'll give you an hour. Either surrender! Or I can lead people to level this house. I can still do it." Get the gold I want!"

"One hour is too short, at least two hours are needed." Robinson wanted to try again.

"Just one hour, you have no right to bargain with me." Brandon's attitude was very tough, and his patience had reached its limit.

Robinson returns to the compound with a satisfactory answer and Brandon's ultimatum, and he successfully buys the Gold Diggers two and a half hours! He did a beautiful job and Robinson was their hero.

Just an hour passed, and the reinforcements Liang Yao mentioned did not appear.

Including the hour and a half that Robinson delayed with the gangsters, two and a half hours had now passed. Sartre may not come.

Looking at the gangsters who were gathering to launch an attack, people's hearts began to wander again.

The guards loyal to Liang Yao and the gold diggers who were determined to fight the gangsters to the end were ready for the last fight.

Of course, there are also those who are greedy for life and afraid of death and are ready to surrender, pinning their hopes of survival on the fact that these gangsters will spare them for the sake of being believers of God.

Boom~

The sudden sound of artillery broke the silence before the war.

The sound of artillery came from the west, that is, the direction of San Francisco. San Francisco's reinforcements were so fast?

Everyone found it very incredible that there was no railway from San Francisco to Sacramento, only muddy and difficult-to-walk dirt roads. Could it be that these magical soldiers descending from the sky had wings and flew here?

Brandon was equally incredible. As an officer who had served in a military fortress in California, he knew the local military deployment very well. This was why he had been able to carry out robberies in several gold mining areas with ease in the past few months since he had fled.

"Impossible, there are no U.S. Army troops nearby."

Brandon, who was stunned by the sound of gunfire, was unwilling to accept this reality, and the second sound of gunfire that followed quickly woke him up.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

Although he was very unwilling to see the gold in his hand fly away, Brandon quickly made a wise choice and led his men to escape into the mountains and forests again.