America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 129 Old Stuff!Time to drop coins

Cursing in combat is not a good habit.

It gets your adrenaline pumping up to a point, but otherwise it's useless.

Not to mention cursing in a single language during night battles.

The Apache fighters under Geronimo have dealt with all kinds of beasts and enemies in the wilderness since childhood, whether it is half a day or night.

They have long learned to judge the direction of prey by sound and other conditions in the dark.

In close combat at night, they are even better.

But now, the members of the Hyena Gang are still unaware of the danger coming.

"Damn! Boys, have you ever seen Dad's thick black gun barrel? Dad will let you eat another shot!" A hyena gang holding a Spencer leaned against the wall, and shot the bullet in the gun in one breath. shot into the darkness opposite.

Not long ago there was a counterattack from the other side, but now there is no reaction at all.

His mind is now automatically filling up the picture of the opposite person being punched into a hole by himself, whether it is a white person, a Mexican, or an Indian.

When he pulled the trigger again, no bullets were fired.

The Hyena gang pulled the spring barrel from the back of the gun stock and fell back.

It turned out that the bullets in the gun had been emptied, and the blind shooting just now was very enjoyable, but he didn't notice the amount of bullets left in the gun.

The hyenas groped for their own bullet belts, but they couldn't find a single bullet after groping for a long time.

"Hey, Pizarro, do you still have bullets? 55-56 bullets!" He shouted in the direction of the wooden barrel behind him.

But no one answered, and no bullets were delivered.

"Why won't you be killed?" The annoyed gang members turned around and were about to go to the house to get the bullets, but in the darkness, a big hand suddenly pushed over.

He was pushed to the ground, and just about to stand up, an ax was nailed to his body.

The power of the ax was so great that it directly smashed him to the ground.

With a scream, he frantically went to grab the ax embedded in his chest, but a foot stepped on his shoulder, firmly trampling him down.

The ax was drawn out, and quickly swung down again.

This time, it was on his head.

After several turns, the hyena gang stopped moving.

Geronimo wiped his face, straightened up, and listened to the movement in other directions.

The screams here also alarmed other members of the Hyena Gang, but almost at the same time, the screams came from several different directions.

Those who made these screams were the ones who scolded the most fiercely just now.

They were locked in place by the Apache warriors very early on. They were either chopped down by axes or their heads were cut off by knives. The worst one was directly pierced by a pitchfork, and they were destined to die beside the stables. on the pillar.

There were screams one after another, and the attacked hyena gang quickly fell into panic. They had never been so afraid of the dark.

Because no one knows from which direction in the darkness, a person will suddenly jump out, or the edge of a sharp weapon will appear directly, taking their lives.

"They are not humans, they are demons, they are one with the night!" A hyena gang was terrified. He threw away his gun and rushed out from his hiding place, shouting while running.

In the darkness, he didn't know which direction he was running, he only knew to keep running forward.

But suddenly, his feet bumped into something, tripped, and his entire upper body fell forward.

He fell to the ground and gnawed a mouthful of dirt.

He struggled to sit up, groping around with his hands, and touched something wet and round.

The escaped gang members took out a box of matches from their pockets and struck them tremblingly.

But what appeared in the firelight was something he would never forget. A headless corpse was lying beside him. What he touched just now was the head of the corpse rolled aside.

Behind that head, there is still a braid.

Then another thing appeared in the firelight, the cold light of the blade of an axe.

The next second, his head also flew out, landed on the ground and rolled a few times, colliding with the previous head.

It was Chen Jianqiu who struck.

He deviated from the direction with two Indian warriors and ran towards the door unknowingly, just bumping into the few people who came to support from the door.

These few people were much more high-profile, shooting in the general direction ahead while running, and at the same time, one person shouted a name and wanted to avenge him.

Chen Jianqiu and the two soldiers hid aside, let them go, and then chased them from behind and cleaned them up.

The braided man didn't understand until his death why a person suddenly appeared behind him and chopped off his head with an axe.

The shouting and cursing in the square gradually subsided, and the people who made these voices were hacked to death, while the rest chose to shut their mouths, hold their weapons tightly, and hid in the corner in panic.

Hernandez, who was in the house, was also observing the situation outside the house. The gunshots became less and less, and the screams became more and more, and then both voices died down.

The mine suddenly entered a state of silence.

Hernandez and those in his house also stopped shooting blindly.

With his seasoned experience, he gradually felt that something was not quite right.

If it was still unclear who made those screams, those screams in Spanish were gone. Based on his understanding of his subordinates, this represented one thing.

This group of people either got their tails tucked up in fright, or hiccupped their farts.

He is not sure how many people are left in his gang, but it is clear that he is doomed.

Once the opponent is sure that they have an absolute advantage in numbers, they can choose to re-light the entire mine, or wait until the next day to clear the field one by one.

I have no chance of winning.

It's better to take advantage of the darkness now and slip away.

Although he couldn't see his fingers outside, he knew which direction the door of the house was facing. As long as he went around the back of the house and walked in the opposite direction, he could reach the gate of the stronghold.

Just as he said, Hernandez bowed his waist, gently touched the door of the house, and then walked quickly to the back of the house.

The old gang leader did not inform other people in the house.

This group of people had to stay behind to cover him. In addition, escaping for one's life was a skill, and the more people there were, the greater the chance of being discovered.

He has always been able to overcome the guilt of selling teammates, or that guilt does not exist for him.

If you keep the green hills, you're not afraid of running out of firewood, it's not ashamed.

He has done this many times, almost every time successfully.

But this time, someone couldn't help it.

Da Zhiming, who was in the same room, heard the sound of the door, thought for a while, and asked a question tentatively.

"Boss?"

No one answered.

"Hernandez?"

Still no answer.

"Old stuff?!"

Da Zhiming confirmed that their boss really ran away.

He suddenly felt blood surge in his chest.

So, he ran straight out of the gate and yelled to the outside:
"Brothers, get out! The old thing is gone again!"

However, Chen Jianqiu raised the corners of his mouth in the dark.

This time, the old stuff can't escape, it's time to explode the gold coins.

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