America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 151 My rules are up to me
The last time Chen Jianqiu drove a carriage was not long ago. Holding the reins with one hand, and holding a gun against Santos' waist with the other, he drove the carriage into the stronghold of the mine in the dark.

This time it was daytime, the road was flat and free of gravel, and it was much easier to walk than last time.

So he hummed a ditty while driving the carriage, wandering on the road.

It was late autumn at this time, the sun was not as fierce as before, warm and gentle, the surrounding leaves were golden, a gust of wind blew past, and there was a rustling sound.

The fallen leaves on the road were blown up by the wind and fell on Chen Jianqiu's car.

Chen Jianqiu was suddenly in a trance.

He seemed to see an old Chinese man in a mandarin coat standing among the fallen leaves on the road ahead, holding a short knife in his hand.

"Chang Luo, martial arts can strengthen the body, but it is also a killing technique. The fate between you and me as a master and apprentice is over, so I will teach you the killing technique today."

After the old man finished speaking, he opened the dagger in his hand, staggered his steps, and walked among the leaves.

Those fallen leaves gathered in front of the old man into a human shape, but they were quickly slashed at the vital point by the old man's knife, exploded in an instant, and scattered on the ground again.

"Bang" was a gunshot.

The old man's figure froze, then shook slightly.

A few more gunshots followed, and the old man half-kneeled on the ground, holding the dagger with one hand, panting.

"Old stuff! Times have changed, the current killing technique is to use guns, hahahahaha."

Laughing wildly from nowhere, scattered the fallen leaves in the air.

Chen Jianqiu's carriage passed through the phantom of the old man, he leaned out sideways, looked at the phantom of the old man, and found that the old man was also looking at him.

"Bang! Bang!" The gunshot rang out again, and the phantom image of the old man was penetrated by something and gradually blurred.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head and looked again, but there was nothing there.

Another hallucination?

But then the sound of bullets passing through the air told Chen Jianqiu that the gunfire was real.

He looked ahead. Several people were riding horses with kerchiefs on their faces, blocking the middle of the road. Some of them were shooting at him with their guns raised.

"Boss, that Chinese seems to be a fool. We have fired several shots, but he has no intention of stopping." A minion said to the boss who was standing next to him.

This leader is a fastidious man, and his kerchief is dark blue with white dots for embellishment.

He didn't want to bother with that guy.

If it wasn't for the bad marksmanship of these scumbags, they would have been able to go up and move the corpses and hitch the carriage now, and now he has to do it himself.

He turned to a thin man next to him: "Are you sure it's this person?"

The thin man nodded: "Yes, I'm sure, there are only three of them at most, and the other two are hiding behind the carriage."

However, Chen Jianqiu's carriage was already rushing towards their faces.

Chen Jianqiu bowed his body and straightened the pack horse. The bullets shot at him just now were thousands of miles away from him, and he didn't even have the desire to hide.

He glanced at these people and immediately understood.

"Hey, if you don't hire me, will you be murdered and stolen?" Chen Jianqiu shouted at the skinny man next to the flower scarf.

When the thin man heard it, he became anxious: "Why can't I understand what you are talking about?"

"Hey, remind you, the mole on your head is not covered." Chen Jianqiu said lazily.

"Since I was recognized by you, I can only..." The thin man's eyes showed a fierce look, and he reached for the gun at his waist.

But he was immediately slapped off by his second master on the other side:
"You still have face after being recognized? The boss hasn't said anything yet, what are you doing, get the hell out of here."

The Huafang scarf looked cold, and he slowly took off the scarf on his face, revealing his face covered with stubble.

The robbers next to him suddenly became commotion.

The boss has taken off the square scarf, the boss is about to make a move, this guy is finished, the robbed targets who have seen the boss's true colors are all dead!

Chen Jianqiu looked at this group of people quietly, but in the eyes of the gangsters, this person was a little stunned and a little stupid from the beginning.

"Young man, I'll give you a chance. Let's have a duel." Hua Fangjin asked, "Do you have a gun?"

Chen Jianqiu held the reins, but did not answer.

Hua Fangjin was a little annoyed. According to his experience, the person opposite should answer him with "no" or "yes".

Say "no" and he'll have someone give him a gun with no bullets and beat him in a duel.

If "yes", he has a way to 100% win the duel.

But the young man in front of him didn't say a word, just looked at him quietly, which made him feel a little disrespected.

But he saw the revolver on Chen Jianqiu's waist, so he cleared his throat, and continued to say the following lines: "Wait, I count 1, 2, 3, when I count to 3, we pull out our own gun, how about it?"

Except for a few sycophants, the other gangsters felt bored. If no one dared to speak, the scene would definitely be booed.

Because they know that their boss has never counted 3.

He counted to two and fired.

What's so interesting about this, Huafangjin is the only person who thinks this kind of thing is interesting, this young man is doomed.

Chen Jianqiu yawned.

Huafang was a little angry at the young man's rudeness. He wanted to teach this guy to be a man, so he started counting"

"1!"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang."

Six shots fired in a row, not only Huafang, but also several people who were relatively close, including the Erdangjia, all fell off the horse.

Without warning, Chen Jianqiu took out his "Peacemaker", pressed the trigger with his right hand, and tapped the hammer six times with his left hand.

This is the stunt he learned from Adam, and now he has practiced to the point where he can fire six shots in a row and hit the target steadily like Adam.

"You, you don't follow the rules at all." The flower scarf covered the wound on her chest, where the blood was gurgling out.

"I never planned to reason with the robbers who robbed me. Besides, when I shoot, I have the final say. It's up to you."

Chen Jianqiu calmly inserted the revolver into his holster, and then pulled out the Winchester repeating rifle from behind the carriage seat.

There was no sound at the scene, and the robbers were stunned by the marksmanship and decisiveness of the young man in front of them.

But then they regained their composure, and there was an instant burst of gunfire at the scene.

Chen Jianqiu originally thought that if he killed the leader, the rest of the people would disperse, but when they saw the load of goods on the carriage behind him, they couldn't walk, so they decided to try harder and try again. .

The marksmanship of these robbers was commonplace, but the few bullets they shot hit the horse pulling Chen Jianqiu's carriage.

The pack horse was shot and fell to the ground, and the carriage was also overturned, and the supplies on the carriage were scattered all over the ground.

Instead of running away, the enemy dared to fight back!

So Chen Jianqiu jumped to the back of the carriage, used the carriage as a cover, and prepared the names of places one by one.

Just as he raised his gun to clear the field, a whistle came from not far away.

A group of people rushed out from behind a hill, led by a girl in a dress, holding a rifle in her hand, and knocked down a robber with three shots.

The cowboys following behind fired a salvo at the robbers, and there were a few more corpses on the ground.

The marksmanship of this group of people can only be said to be ordinary, but their momentum is extraordinary. The robbers could no longer support the front line, and they all mounted their horses and fled in all directions.

A group of cowboys followed, and the leading girl walked towards Chen Jianqiu with several other cowboys.

Chen Jianqiu put down the Winchester in his hand, but he did not put the gun away, but maintained a posture ready to raise the gun to fire at any time.

He wasn't sure if this group of people also came for their own supplies.

The leading girl came to Chen Jianqiu on horseback. She saw the supplies scattered on the ground and glanced at Chen Jianqiu again:

"Do you need help, sir?"

Chen Jianqiu spread his hands, a little helpless: "The horse was killed, and the cart was overturned."

The girl called the cowboys behind to come over, and helped Chen Jianqiu pick up the supplies that had fallen on the ground.

The girl herself also joined in the process of picking things up. While picking things up, she said to Chen Jianqiu, "My name is Emily, and I live on a nearby farm. These are the cowboys on my farm."

A cowboy in blue clothes nodded to Chen Jianqiu.

"These robbers have been harassing our farm, and we've been staring at them for a long time." The girl continued, "Why would you drive around in a carriage alone, the surrounding area of ​​Lincolnshire is too dangerous."

"My companions have something to do, so I'm alone."

All the supplies were picked up, but the overturned car seemed to be unable to be repaired, and Chen Jianqiu had a headache.

The girl patted the dust on her body, glanced at the sky, turned her head and said to Chen Jianqiu:
"It's getting dark, or else, if you trust us, I can go to the farm to find a car to pull your things to the farm, and then you can find a way to contact your companion."

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay, then thank you all."

After a while, the cart from the farm came, and the materials were reloaded on the cart.

Chen Jianqiu jumped onto the cart, and followed the large group of troops unsteadily towards the farm.

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(End of this chapter)