The Cambrian is a new chapter in the history of biological evolution in the Phanerozoic. In just a few million years, a large number of multicellular organisms appeared, including the ancestors of almost all living animals.

Which also includes [Kunming Fish]——

——It is a jawless fish with no jaw, no bones and scales on its skin, and its body is like a spindle.

The trunk has twenty-five myotomes, all of which are in a [V] shape.

The tip of the [V] on the abdomen points backward, and the tip of the [V] on the back points forward.

——Gradually evolved from twenty-five myotomes to thirty-three spinal segments, changing from aquatic to terrestrial.

It is our ancestor and the foundation of human beings.

More than 530 million years later, we crossed this glorious river of time and arrived in western North America in 1840.

Two railroad tracks cross the Grand Canyon of the Colorado. Watered by the flesh and blood of Chinese workers, steam and forged steel give it a body, and sweat and gold coins give it a soul.

The blazing wind is like a horse driver wielding a long whip, blowing the thick clouds to the northeast, leaving a cloud-like mist of dust and sand on the Gobi Desert, which gradually turns into clouds and fog in the dry season of summer and autumn.

A deadly sandstorm.

——The story begins here.

It starts with a [fish] struggling to its death.

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[Part1·Warrant Officer Rodriquez’s picnic anecdotes]

"Okay! Don't move! Don't move! Jack Martin! My bride! Put on your veil!~"

The cold lead-gray luster of the paper-cased bullet shines through the dark muzzle - the bullet is waiting for the needle to pierce the gunpowder.

Violence is the main theme of this wild land. Even the official law enforcers of the Arizona government still rely on violence, superstitize violence, and abuse violence.

At this moment, eighteen-year-old Jack Martin closed his eyes, dominated by fear. He stood under a large shade tree at the picnic camp, hugging the bird feather crest on his head - trying to survive.

Obviously, this lord's son from Europe is not quite accustomed to the violence of the North American continent.

He howled, holding the prize above his head steady, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"My father will become the most powerful designer at the Royal Small Arms Factory! I am the son of Lord Gunsmith! - Let's see! Warrant Officer Rodriquez! Even if you blow my head to pieces! I have to say

!”

"Sneider is better than Dresser! Snyder is better than Dresser!"

The colleagues in the cavalry were all watching the joke and torturing the newly appointed little sergeant with their joking eyes.

Warrant Officer Rodriquez is a big fat man, with a pair of cunning and cunning little eyes peeking out from his fat, oily face under his thick, messy eyebrows——

——He originally wanted to lower his gun and play a joke with this new kid.

However, the sixteen police officers present all used .303 paper-cased bullets, and even in the worst case, they had revolvers as an emergency means of life-saving.

Only this Jack Martin had just arrived at the picnic and started touting his family heirloom, which was a strange, crudely modified breech-loading single-shot live-valve rifle, using .577 bullets - in

This type of bullet is simply not available in Arizona.

This weird behavior of not being able to read the atmosphere of a party can be replaced with a more understandable example - just like the Crazy Butterfly Saint sitting at the same table with Anonymous one day, suddenly holding up his iPhone and shouting loudly, this is the best communication in the world

tool.

"Bang!--"

The lead shot penetrated the Indian's headdress and almost set Jack's hair on fire.

"Fight back!" Warrant Officer Rodriquez grinned: "Pick up the gun! Sheriff of Sanyang Town! Pick up the gun! Fight back!"

This warrant officer, who had pretty good combat skills and excellent marksmanship, picked up the Dresser rifle in his hand——

——Reloading is very fast, and you can shoot as soon as you raise the gun.

"Bang!--"

The second bullet was fired into the mud in front of Jack Martin. The bullet raised a cloud of sand, and the sand hit little Jack's trouser leg.

His whole body tensed up, and he let out a scream like a slaughtering pig——

"Ah! Ah!!! Did I get shot? Yeah!!"

He didn't dare to open his eyes, he had never suffered this kind of injustice.

A colleague who was watching the fun and not taking it too seriously shouted playfully: "You're bleeding!"

The sergeant with even worse intentions came closer to Jack and spat in his face: "Oh! It's all splashed on his face!"

The strong smell of urine came out of the little cowboy's baggy pants, and Jack was so frightened that he peed on the spot. He fell towards the tree trunk, broke his weapon, and broke his family heirloom.

The impact on the gun barrel caused his 91-kilogram strong body to bend, and the orange-brown waxed handguard was broken into two pieces on the spot.

Now, Jack no longer has to worry about not being able to buy bullets——

——If he wants to integrate into a new group, he must accept this kind of violence.

"Welcome to Arizona." Warrant Officer Rodriquez grinned and handed the weapon to the noncommissioned officer next to him.

Jack Martin did not respond. He seemed to feel something and just kept crying. He was too cowardly and too timid to look at the weapons under his butt. He still closed his eyes tightly, holding the Warrant Officer's trophy and raising his head.

Bird feather jewelry that smells strongly of tobacco.

"He has a good father, but it's a pity that his father does not have a good son." The warrant officer took a plate of fish from the small table, pierced the fish's eyes and gills with precision, and put the food into his mouth. He and his colleagues were quarreling.

Qing said: "Sanyang Town is a good place. He should go there to eat and wait to die."

The sergeant dining with him had a faint look in his eyes: "The perfume bottle is very close to Sanyang Town."

"That would be better." Rodriquez shrugged meaninglessly: "Anyway, it's the same for everyone. If you get into trouble with the perfume bottle, you will die anyway. It's better to choose a soft persimmon. At least he is timid enough - won't

have a finger in the pie."

It wasn't until the brothers finished eating and Jack couldn't hear the conversation anymore that he slowly climbed up from the tree trunk.

He did not pick up the family heirlooms, and the urine stained on his pants was dried by the harsh sun.

Rodriquez shouted, "Jack! Get me some wine!"

Although he was deeply humiliated, Jack had no intention of disobeying his order and immediately responded: "Okay, sir..."

He threw away his headgear and found his bullet-riddled hat among the fragments of the clay pot from the three-gun competition. Before accepting this humiliation, he had already lost one game after another in the shooting activities of the picnic fraternity——

—— He straightened the brim of his hat and walked silently to the wine cellar.

"Look at this! We have to continue working!" At the picnic, the excited herald held up the newspaper and came to the warrant officer: "Look! Look!"

In addition to the front page from Washington, there is also a photo of the successful signing of the Pacific Railroad construction and the wealthy Stanford driving the golden spike——

——Warrant Officer Rodriquez is in high spirits, which means that the westward movement has reached the next stage.

Wealth and power will slowly come to this wilderness, and they, the pioneers, will become the new famous families.

"Hey, Mr. Warrant Officer." The sharp-eyed sergeant suddenly pointed at the photo: "Is this guy Jack Martin?"

On the side of the joint statement column, among the group photos of the railway founding team, not only can you find George Joshua, but you can also see a familiar, a little too young boy.

The man was wearing a scissor tail dress, with a white flower collar covering his neck, and a high hat covering his eyes. Looking closely at the outline of his jaw, mouth and nose, he seemed to look a lot like Jack Martin.

"Shut your stupid mouth." Rodriquez scolded: "Didn't you see the paint mark on the perfume bottle? It's right here! It's on this gentleman's pocket! It's also on the cuffs!"

"This is the fucking bandit leader hired by Major General Joshua! He's the boss of the perfume bottle! He's used to guard the disobedient slaves and hired workers on the railway section!"

Sergeant: "He's in the limelight..."

"Yes! It's a great contribution! He is the best among men!" Rodriquez took the beer, waved his hand and pushed Jack away like a fly, telling the boy to get out of the way.

"damn it..."

Before Jack could go far.

Rodriquez spat out a mouthful of fishy wine.

The same was true for the rangers who gathered around the picnic cloth and drank from their glasses. They all spat out the wine in their mouths.

"Fuck! It tastes so fucking bad!"

Jack walked faster and faster, feeling guilty at first, but then he heard roars coming from behind him.

Rodriquez: "Son of a bitch! You fucking peed in wine?! How dare you! -"

"Dolly!—Save me! Save me!" The loud whistle was drowned out by the yelling, and Jack called to his beloved horse.

He jumped over the haystack and climbed onto the horse's back. He heard the whistle of bullets tearing through the air in his ears. The spurs of his spurs touched Little Dolly's red belly, and she was gone in a flash!

"Fuck! Fuck you! Jack Martin!" Warrant Officer Rodriquez fired several shots in succession, but Jack Martin was not hit and fell from his horse: "Fuck you!"

The ranger officers took out their guns and started shooting, aiming all the way up the ledge of the Gobi Desert. The bullets followed Jack all the way, but failed to hurt him at all.

Only one bullet cut open the back of his hand. He cried in pain and almost let go——

——He rushed into the large green space, got into the woods, and rode towards Sanyang Town.

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To be continued...