Thinking about it now, Henry was quite glad his sister's family had used his money, leaving him with nothing particularly to miss after his transmigration.
Returning to this timeline, the original Henry's childhood wish was to understand his parents' situation.
He had never seen his parents since childhood, only hearing his grandfather say that his father had died as a soldier in Europe and his mother had remarried.
The current Henry was certainly not satisfied with just this.
Thanks to the rich internet information before his transmigration, whether true or false, it had at least broadened his horizons considerably.
This era in the USA was the early "Gilded Age," when many families would accumulate strength during this period before exploding into prominence.
The USA here was a federal system where local state governments had great power, and many big cities were controlled by "city bosses."
So controlling two or three industries and becoming the "city boss" of several western cities wasn't excessive, right?
Incidentally, he could provide better conditions for the Chinese "coolies" sold here, helping them gain citizenship smoothly and changing the USA's discriminatory policies against Chinese people.
Of course, given Henry's current race and skin color, he would definitely have to wave the banners of democracy, equality, and anti-discrimination.
But it seemed time was running short—the USA's exclusion of Chinese people was already very serious.
Mainly because Chinese people were too hardworking, having implemented early the deadly work technique of "work yourself to death if you can't roll yourself to death," which made people wary.
However, as long as Henry could build his own sphere of influence, he could always provide some job opportunities and protection for these Chinese people.
Additionally, the most important thing was excavating and unsealing the progress bar—this was his greatest reliance.
That was it for now—setting too many or too lofty goals would make him overconfident.
What if unsealing the progress bar to the end could grant immortality and space-time travel?
Starting with this McKinley family—he could take their place!
At this moment, the radiance of sunrise slowly rose from the horizon.
The vibrant warm light gradually illuminated the earth, dyeing everything with a golden hue.
The morning breeze brushed past his ears, making him feel peaceful and beautiful.
The crisp birdsong in the forest was melodious, like nature's symphony.
Meanwhile, Henry felt the earth trembling—a large cavalry force was approaching.
On such a refreshing and beautiful morning, he had to use thunderous methods to eliminate evil and punish villains!
The hill Henry chose was less than 30 meters above ground level, with a flat waist-high rock at the top. Henry used his storage space to collect a large boulder and place it on that rock, perfectly shielding his torso and below.
At this time, the four-rider advance guard of the cavalry had appeared in Henry's line of sight.
Henry crouched behind the rock, biding his time.
After more than two minutes, hearing the sounds of the advance guard, he stood up and threw both hands, sending two throwing knives precisely into the throats of the front two cavalrymen!
He threw again with both hands, and two throwing knives instantly pierced the right eyes of the rear two cavalrymen looking up from over ten meters away, penetrating straight into their brains, making them scream and fall from their horses.
Finally, he threw both hands again, embedding two throwing knives in the right eyes of the front two cavalrymen who were still struggling, granting them release.
In less than five minutes, a column of cavalry galloped to the bottom of the hill.
Henry's hands conjured a "One of One Thousand" Winchester 1873 rifle out of thin air, quickly aiming and shooting.
"Bang bang bang"
As steady and rhythmic gunshots rang out, cavalrymen continuously fell, with men and horses tumbling, instantly throwing the rear formations into chaos.
Henry was like a robot, unmoved by all things, completely ignoring the screams, curses, and horse neighing below, maintaining a frequency of firing 15 bullets in 10 seconds.
When he emptied 30 bullets from two "One of One Thousand" rifles, the cavalry vanguard had entered the 400-yard effective range of ordinary rifles, and Henry instantly switched weapons to continue shooting.
Besides prioritizing attacks on the front cavalrymen and those beginning to return fire, he also focused on attacking commanders and machine gun carts.
Precise bullets were like death's gaze—wherever the gaze fell, souls would be scattered!
Commander Oliver below was pressed tightly by surrounding men and horses, frantically shooting at Henry while loudly commanding—which made him a priority target for Henry's attacks.
"My God, half of Oliver's head is gone."
"My God, who can save me, my leg is broken!"
"The machine gunners are all dead! The cart horses are all dead too!"
"Charge up there, it's not that high, kill that cowardly ambushing pest."
"Rear troops provide covering fire, front troops follow me and charge!"
Bullets occasionally struck the rocks in front of Henry, but he paid no attention at all. Every unnecessary dodge would allow the enemy to advance a great distance.
Besides, he didn't need to dodge at all.
So far, he had emptied 60 bullets from 4 rifles, downing 4 horses and 56 cavalrymen.
He hadn't used a single Liberation Bead shell yet.
Due to the commander's death and the blocking from fallen vanguard troops, plus the priority elimination of the front line, the cavalry below were greatly delayed in organizing their counterattack.
The hill's mountain paths all wound around, and the counterattacking cavalry hadn't even reached the bottom of the hill yet.
Another 20 seconds passed, and 30 more cavalrymen fell, with casualties approaching half.
The cavalrymen on the ground were all in complete despair—there must be at least 5 sharpshooters ambushed on the hilltop to achieve such continuous shooting, right?
And the bullets were simply too accurate!
Anyone seeing their companions beside them suddenly having their brains splattered while being completely helpless and likely being next would easily collapse!
The cavalrymen hadn't fled in panic yet only because Henry's attack was too fast and too precise.
From when he launched his attack until now, only one minute had passed!
His attack was much more efficient than Gatling machine guns.
Another twenty seconds passed, and all 30 cavalrymen approaching the hill and trying to command the troops fell.
At this time, the rear cavalry finally reacted and began turning their horses to flee. Some of the front cavalry continued charging forward, some also turned to escape, and some frantically shot at Henry behind the rocks on the hilltop, instantly creating chaos.
With commanders basically all killed, and those still alive not daring to voice commands, the cavalry formation became increasingly chaotic.
Henry temporarily had no way to deal with the fleeing rear cavalry, but he didn't spare those in chaos at the front.
The rifle continued thundering, like death calling names one by one!
First shooting those not so chaotic, then shooting those in complete disarray.
Another twenty seconds passed, and 30 more cavalrymen fell.
Meanwhile, three of Henry's white Liberation Bead shells silently dissipated.
At this time, several cavalrymen even dismounted and knelt on the ground with hands raised high, begging desperately for mercy.
These were completely broken people, frightened out of their wits.
Henry temporarily ignored these people and continued harvesting heads.
After the final twenty seconds passed, except for a few more newly kneeling cavalrymen, no one was left standing on the road.
Two more of Henry's white Liberation Bead shells dissipated.
Henry began calling out the kneeling people one by one, immediately making them cry bitterly and curse endlessly.