America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 115 Pinkerton Detective VS Apache Warrior

Chen Jianqiu and Xiao En quickly returned to the door of Mark Twain's room.

The five detectives at the aisle junction came back running, and they quickly returned to their positions, all the while staring warily out of the train.

"What's the matter?" Chen Jianqiu asked the familiar detective nonchalantly, it seemed that he was the little boss among these people.

"Here come the Indians, I reckon they were from the night before. They've come to rob the train."

Hijacking a train?I'm afraid they are here to take hostages.

Gunshots have been "crackling", and it seems that the rear part of the car has begun to exchange fire.

"Aren't you going to help?" Chen Jianqiu leaned against the door and asked.

"Boss, I think what this gentleman said makes sense. We have to support, otherwise the boss will say that we are worthless, and we will not have our share when the money is distributed at the end of the year." Chen Jianqiu agreed with what he said.

The detective leader hesitated for a moment, then looked back at the second room that Chen Jianqiu and Xiao En had just opened, then made up his mind, and pointed to the two closest detectives:

"You two, follow me to the front, and the rest stay here."

He turned to Chen Jianqiu: "Brother, please take care of the place here. If the Indians approach, kill them directly."

"Don't worry, leave this place to me." Chen Jianqiu said to the detective chief with certainty.

The three detectives ran to the rear of the car with their guns in hand.

At the same time, Chen Jianqiu felt the sound of footsteps coming from the roof of the car. Well-trained detectives were running over the roof to support the rear of the car.

He walked to the aisle window, opened the curtain, and looked outside.

The train was passing through a wilderness at this time. Behind the train, dust was flying everywhere. A group of Indians were riding horses, rushing down from a bare hill, approaching the rear of the train.

They had come directly for the carriage of the night before, or in other words, for their High Priest.

Chen Jianqiu saw clearly the appearance of the Indian who rushed to the front.

This person is the man who fought with him in the carriage the night before yesterday. He is now wearing the classic Indian costume, with long hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyes are full of embarrassment.

"Geronimo, it's Geronimo!" The detective next to Chen Jianqiu exclaimed.

Geronimo?

Chen Jianqiu frowned. According to the information he got from Adam, this person should have been dealing with the US military in the southwest of the United States for a long time, and he had already been trained to be slippery.

Unless it was a last resort, he would never choose to take the initiative to attack a train armed with elite Pinkertons, let alone drive a horse to chase the train in the open wilderness in broad daylight, which meant that the casualties would not be small.

After 1860, the Apache fighters really died one less.

But how could the Apache chief not know this.

But the priest imprisoned in the train is not only his teacher, but also his few remaining best friends. The Apaches will not give up the lives of any of them, let alone this respected spiritual leader.

Even if you risk your own life, you have to rescue him.

"Luo Cen, bring your people to cover the side, and Ben Niu and I will board the car!"

"Ya!"

Behind Geronimo, a woman in a long Indian dress flashed past. She raised the reins, shouted, and galloped out, leading a dozen horses out of the queue.

Pinkerton's detectives were already guarding the deck outside Astor's box. They leaned on the cover and started shooting at the Indians.

Lotzen raised the Henry 1860 repeating rifle in her hand. She leaned forward slightly, focused on aiming, and fired two consecutive shots in front of her.

Two Pinkerton detectives were shot, one of them was dragged behind by the person next to him, the other, not so lucky, fell straight forward, climbed over the railing, and fell from the train, falling bloody blurry.

This Henry 1860 is the best gun an Apache Indian can hold, and it came from an American Corporal who was killed by Geronimo's axe.

It was awarded to Lotzen, one of the most valiant female warriors in North American Indian history.

After winning the first kill, the Apache fighters also began to follow their female warriors to attack the Pinkerton detective on the train.

The weapons in the hands of the Indian warriors are not considered advanced. Except for a small number of warriors with guns, the weapons in the hands of others are even bows and arrows, broadswords and spears.

Their range has a natural disadvantage.

What's more, they were still chasing the train on horseback, and the advantage of the cavalry's speed was greatly weakened.

The guns of the detectives began to fire intensively. Russell didn't think his men would be at a disadvantage when dealing with these Indians.

Indian soldiers were constantly shot down from their horses. They were shot in different places, but they fell from the high-speed horses, and even if they did not die, they were seriously injured.

Geronimo glanced at the unknown soldiers behind him, his teeth were about to be gritted, he kicked the Appaloosa horse under him fiercely, and accelerated towards the carriage where the priest was held.

The Pinkerton detectives came within range of their bows, Geronimo leaned over his horse, dodged a bullet that was aimed at him, bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and took aim at a detective who was shooting at Lozen.

"Whoosh!"

The fingers that tapped the bow and arrow were released, and a feathered arrow pierced through the air, piercing the air, and directly hit the detective's neck.

The detective's neck was pierced and he died on the spot.

A wave of arrows hit from the direction of the rear of the car, and the arrows of the Indian warriors were so precise that at least three or five Pinkerton detectives were unable to dodge and were hit by the arrows.

But when one of them hid behind the cover and pulled out the arrow on his arm, he found that the blood he bleed had turned dark purple.

"The arrow is poisonous!" His voice was hoarse, full of despair.

"Hurry up! Don't let them get close to the train!" Russell knew the power of these Indians when they got close.

The detectives fired back with more firepower, their weapons were more advanced, they were better trained, and their shooting accuracy was very high.

Every time an Indian soldier died, Geronimo's heart would tremble. These people had followed him for many years and moved around in the western United States.

But when I asked them if they wanted to participate in this rescue operation, they all chose yes without hesitation.

He draws arrows from the quiver faster and faster, and with every arrow that flies out, one of Pinkerton's detectives will be hit by the arrow, and then face death on the spot or a life that is worse than death in the next few decades.

And the gunshots from Luozen's side never stopped, she used the gunshots to announce the coming of death on the other side.

The Indian warriors were getting closer and closer to the train.

Seeing that his form was wrong, Russell called a burly bearded detective beside him and gave him instructions.

The man led the other and ran towards the bucket truck with the coal at the rear.

The two came to the cart, and the bearded man untied the chain on the edge of the cart, and the four surrounding baffles fell off.

The coal in the bucket carts all slid down the bottom of the wagons onto the rails, and the wagons eventually exposed what had been covered under the coal.

A Gatling machine gun.

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　　Thank you Lazy Love for being late for the big monthly ticket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)