America 1881: Legend of the West

Chen Jianqiu drove Black Carrot towards Larkfield Farm.

The black horse had just drank water and was now full of energy. The wind was blowing under his feet, but Chen Jianqiu felt a little tired on the horse.

I don't know whether it was because the shooter was too exhausted or because he was drunk, but he felt a little tight in his chest. He drank two mouthfuls of water from his pocket before he felt better.

If Fultz and his troopers hadn't followed, they must have been chasing Asuka and the others.

He didn't believe that this self-important person would give up.

"Rifles, revolvers, and more." Chen Jianqiu counted his inventory of weapons while stuffing bullets into his Winchester.

A pump-action shotgun is powerful and has a fast rate of fire, but the range is too short to be of much use on a horse.

A Winchester 1873, with 13 rounds of ammunition. In the shooter mode, whoever is killed will be killed, but in his current state, can he be able to activate the shooter mode again, and how long can it last if it is activated?

This question was not on his mind.

The other thing is the guns and ammunition picked up from the cowboys.

Clark's weapons for their cowboys were all military supplies acquired after the Civil War.

Springfield M1873, also known as Springfield 1873, is a single-shot shutter-type rifle that is easy to operate, but the copper shells used are prone to expansion and jamming. Chen Jianqiu picked up two shots to prevent malfunctions.

All that's left is the revolver, which will probably be his mainstay in a firefight later.

His own revolver fell on the street in front of the Pitkin Hotel during the fight with Danny, and Sean's previous revolver was also thrown to Teresa for self-defense.

The guns he had in his holster now, plus the six he had hanging right away, were all collected from cowboys.

Remington 1858, this piece of shit still uses fixed-loading ammunition, but it has a safety slot. Chen Jianqiu filled up the ammunition along the way, then drew the gun and fired.

He hadn't noticed where the corn had gone just now. He might have gone somewhere lazy. Chen Jianqiu has always had a free-ranging attitude towards this silly bird. Anyway, the silly bird will come back to him after wandering around noon the next day.

When he rode near the farm, he realized that his guess was correct.

Fultz's mounted police have surrounded the farm, and they are slowly advancing forward in a coordinated and skillful manner to narrow the encirclement.

There were sporadic gunshots inside. It should be Asuka and the others who were stuck in position to block the enemy.

The mounted police had occupied the livestock shed and were moving hay around the barn. It seemed that Fultz didn't want to lose anyone and they planned to set fire to the farm.

Gatling's machine gun was pointed at the road leading from the barn to the gate. As long as a person ran out of the barn, he would be sieved by the machine gun immediately.

If the hay really ignites, in a farm built on a plain in the mountains, if the mountain wind blows, the fire will devour everything it touches.

Chen Jianqiu knew this very well. He had just burned down a farm.

He first searched for Fultz's location, but this guy was much more cautious this time, and he couldn't find him for a while.

Chen Jianqiu could only observe the specific distribution of people on the opposite side and calculate the distance between himself and them.

Most of the mounted police were in the direction of the front entrance of the barn, but the fire had been lit at the back of the barn, and there was no door to get around.

The only way to escape is through the fence on the side.

But there were seven or eight people there.

The most dangerous thing was the Gatling at the door. If its muzzle was turned around, even ten lives would not be enough to kill me.

"Black radish!"

The black horse didn't need to be reminded by his master and rushed forward as fast as possible.

At this time, the fire behind the granary gradually started, the fire light illuminated the surroundings of the farm, and the burned hay made a crackling sound.

Suddenly, a mounted police officer noticed a dark figure approaching them rapidly in the shadow behind him.

"what is that?"

Chen Jianqiu raised the Springfield M1873 and aimed at the mounted policeman operating the Gatling. At this moment, he was looking at the barn door intently.

I don’t know if it was because the machine gunner was sniped from the front at the entrance of Pitkin’s hotel, but some genius inserted a steel bulletproof plate into Gatlin’s front.

But not on the sides.

This distance is not what Chen Jianqiu is good at, but it does not prevent him from hitting a fixed target.

"boom."

The mounted policeman was shot in the waist and collapsed on the carriage.

Chen Jianqiu opened the top cover of the magazine, took out a bullet and pressed it in again.

The next shot he aimed at the deputy shooter who was dragging the main shooter behind. Good things come in pairs and kills come in pairs.

He pulled the trigger.

There was a "click", and the Springfield rifle lived up to expectations and jammed.

In normal times, Chen Jianqiu would have been itching with hatred, but he had no time to complain now. He simply threw away the one on his hand and took out the other one from his horse.

"boom."

The deputy shooter was also shot, but in the thigh.

The duo was scrapped, and no one dared to go up for the time being. The Gatling temporarily lost its threat.

Black Radish had already run more than a hundred meters away from the fence. Chen Jianqiu put on his most familiar Winchester rifle and started shooting at the mounted policemen at the entrance of the fence.

The mounted police also noticed this direction, and they had no intention of running away. They found cover on the spot and prepared to block the attack.

It was difficult for Chen Jianqiu to enter the shooter state again, so he simply fired the thirteen bullets from the gun as quickly as possible.

The thirteen bullets only knocked down three men, but the other troopers were forced to hide behind cover.

In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken, and the same is true for shooting.

Five seconds later, Black Radish had arrived at the fence next to the farm.

A mounted policeman stood up behind the left and right bunkers, preparing to shoot at the black horse, but before they could take aim properly, they each received a shot and fell down.

Chen Jianqiu was holding two Remington revolvers, with smoke coming from the muzzles of the revolvers.

He flipped the hammer with his thumb and fired randomly at the bunker, like whack-a-mole, shooting anyone who dared to show his face.

The revolver continued to smoke until the cylinder was empty of bullets.

Chen Jianqiu threw away the revolver without thinking, pulled out two more from his horse, and continued to suppress the mounted policeman at the fence.

The black radish had reached the edge of the fence, and the fire spread to the vicinity of the fence and connected together, forming a wall of fire.

Chen Jianqiu ignored Black Carrot completely and shot a mounted policeman in the head behind the stable. He knew that the horse king under him never let go of his chain.

The black radish did not slow down at all. It raised its front hooves, its body was strong, and it jumped high, its mane undulating like waves.

Everyone only saw a sculpture-like black silhouette that was perfect, "flying" over the fence, and stepping into the flames. When it emerged again on the flames, the firelight illuminated its black skin and mane. .

The owner on its back holds two smoking revolvers, spraying death.

The two of them were like evil spirits from hell.

Chen Jianqiu threw away the gun in his hand again and pulled out the last two. No mounted policeman could stop him between him and the barn.

But he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He turned his head.

Through the firelight, outside the fence, behind the carriage, Fultz, whom he had never seen before, appeared there.

The muzzle of the gun in his hand was pointed directly at himself.

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