America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 156 Bastard!Don't touch my sheep!

It's normal for a sheep to have no expression, but it's called hell if it has an expression.

This large flock of sheep circled around the sheepfold, bleating non-stop in their mouths.

Fred looked everywhere for traces of the gunman, but he looked for a long time, but he didn't see any clues.

The sheep, the white fence, and the more vigorous flags fluttering on the railings.

Other than that, nothing.

Is it possible that I heard it wrong, and the bullets were fired from other directions?
There won't be ambushes in other places in this broken ranch, right?But how many people are James obviously?This firepower doesn't look like one or two people can fight it!

Did he find foreign aid?

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Fred's back, and he looked behind again.

Crackling gunshots still echoed over the pasture. The battle around the house was fierce, but the direction of the sheepfold was quiet.

Damn it, don't care, first capture James's house, I have dozens of people, I'm afraid of it.

At this time, more than a dozen of Fred's people had already surrounded the house.

However, due to the resistance inside and the pressure of the unknown attack behind them, they all turned to the other side of the room, did not dare to rush into the room again, and only shot at the people in the room through the broken windows.

The situation in the room was not good either, there were only five or six people who could still fight with guns.

James died, a piece of flesh was scraped off his arm by a bullet, his father gritted his teeth and found a piece of cloth to wrap himself up, and continued to aim in the direction of the door.

Emily's ears were buzzing, and her weak shoulders were numb from the recoil of the rifle. A pile of shell casings had already fallen beside her, but the direction of the main entrance she was aiming at had not yet broken through.

Howard, with his leg hurt, was leaning against a corner of a pair of windows, stuck in the corner of the window.

He was running out of bullets, but he didn't call out for the support of his companions, because he knew that there might not be many companions in the room.

Moreover, if he shouted, revealing that he was about to run out of bullets, Fred's people outside the window would pour in like a tide.

Mrs. James was usually a dutiful woman who didn't even touch a gun, but at this time, she also picked up a gun in her hand, which belonged to a dead old cowboy in the house.

She guarded her husband with a gun, changing her usual gentle image, like an enraged lioness, shooting bullets at the bandits who invaded her private territory.

"Go to hell, you scum!" she cursed as she reloaded.

Father James, who was on the side, couldn't say anything. His wife's fighting spirit was strong, but her marksmanship was hard to describe. He could only pray that she would waste less bullets.

Fred is extremely annoyed now, it's ridiculous that dozens of people can't take down a room.

He is well aware of the combat effectiveness of his group of people.

At the beginning, I was tempted by the booty, and with a lot of vigor, I was able to rush down.Once the time is long, or more people die, the remaining group of people don't need to give orders by themselves, they can run faster than rabbits.

No, there are already people hiding behind the bunker and sabotaging their work.

"Fire! Burn them!" cried Fred.

He couldn't care less, although a few minutes ago, he had acquiesced that this house was his own.

If the house burns down, I can rebuild it myself. If there are living people running out, my trip will be in vain.

He wants to resolve the battle before the heavy rain falls, even if it is smoked, he must smoke out the people inside.

Besides, in this ghostly place of New Mexico, it rains less than once in half a year, and it's not unheard of that there are only floating clouds and no rain.

He had to take a gamble.

The place where the hay is stored is not far from the house, next to the stables.

Fred's men ran to carry the straw one after another, piled up the straw at the corner of the house, and hid far away near the stable.

None of them dared to turn to the front of the house.

The fire was lit.

At this time, the wind howled over the pasture, and the fire took advantage of the wind to fly high.

The houses in the ranch are all made of wood, and they are Flame's favorite food.

Flames had climbed the side gables and licked the roof.

A large amount of thick smoke poured into the house, and the people in the house were miserable under the fire and smoke.

"Cough, cough... Emily, hurry up and rush out, your father and I will cover you and rush out." Mrs. James shouted downstairs, her eyes were so smoked that she couldn't open her eyes.

However, as soon as she spoke, she accidentally inhaled a mouthful of poisonous gas, her head became dizzy for a while, and she fell to the ground.

Papa James dropped the gun in his hand and helped his wife up on the ground, and he was almost unable to support himself.

first floor.

Howard had finished firing the bullet, and the flames were burning in his direction first. The whole room was filled with billowing black smoke, and nothing could be seen.

Holding the gun, he leaned against the corner, quietly waiting for death.

Fred's henchmen had evacuated around the house, and they were retreating to the nearest bunker, and then watched the people in the house be burned to death, or ran out to be killed by themselves.

But before they took a few steps back, a series of gunshots rang out again in the sky above the pasture, just like a series of cannonballs.

This time, none of the six people who retreated the fastest ran away. The posture of being shot and falling was different, but the parts that were hit were all the same.

Head.

All bloomed.

This time there was one more than last time, and the rest of them neither retreated nor rushed. A dead zone formed between them and Fred's position.

Everyone looked at the place where the gunshots sounded again.

Still in the direction of the sheepfold!

In the sheepfold, the sheep at the outermost edge of the flock blindly follow the sheep in front, and run along the fence outside the sheepfold in small steps. Layers of white inside are constantly wriggling, like a white whirlpool, and like It is a white compass that keeps turning inside and out.

"Damn it! The sheep are killing people!"

A dog beside Fred yelped in horror.

He heard from his grandma that goats are the incarnation of the devil and sheep are the children of God, both of which he is now very afraid of.

"Shut your stinking mouth!" Fred smashed the butt of his gun on the man's head.

The man's hat was smashed off, and his body fell limply to the ground.

"What a fucking coward." Fred didn't believe in God or devils, so he raised his gun and aimed at the sheep.

The sheep in the flock shuttled back and forth, constantly challenging his vision.

"There seems to be someone in the sheep pen!" Fred finally discovered the trick.

There were bursts of white smoke floating in the sky above the flock, but they couldn't see it clearly just because the sky was too dark and the distance was too long, coupled with the strong wind and the white cover color of the flock itself.

It was only then that Fred remembered that Rhodes and the other two people he had sent to the warehouse had not returned.

It seems that there is really an ambush.

But what he never expected was how the ambush would be in the sheep pen.

"Quick, they're hiding among the sheep, let's deal with them first!" Fred turned his head and started looking for targets among the sheep.

His men also began to surround the sheep.

Anyway, the back room was already on fire, and the people inside were cooked meat, so even if they could escape, they would have no fighting power.

However, when they turned their heads, they found that the attack from the flock had stopped again.

Fred's mind was full of question marks now, and the gun in his hand was always raised, searching for suspicious targets in the flock.

How do these people communicate?Can you shoot and stop fire at the same time?
His men had moved the flock in from all directions.

They couldn't find the source of the attack in the vast flock of sheep, so they could only hold their guns and stare at them.

Fred felt his brain was about to explode, he couldn't take it anymore, and pulled the trigger.

The sheep was shot and fell to the ground.

After the sheep are killed, the enemies hiding inside will appear.

Seeing his leader shoot, his men followed suit and began shooting at the sheep.

The flock was frightened and began to run wildly, and some began to crash into the white fence.

But the fence is very strong.

Due to the suddenness of the attack, James and his cowboys had not had time to drive the sheep into their respective pens.

Therefore, there is no room for the sheep to move around in the big sheep pen, just like a huge white drop of water, moving as a whole within the scope of the sheep pen.

The sheep on the outskirts moved faster, dazzled Fred and his men, and some began rubbing their eyes.

Their heads are now filled with white circles.

And from an outsider's point of view, it's even weirder.

Dozens of cowboys with live ammunition are trying to surround a flock of sheep, which are still trapped in the sheep pen.

They kept firing guns at the sheep in the flock, and people who didn't know thought they were doing some bloody entertainment games or gang building activities.

A drop of liquid suddenly hit the face of a dog leg, and he was suddenly startled when he was tense.

He touched it, then glanced apprehensively at his liquid-stained fingers.

Fortunately, not red.

He glanced at the sky.

It's raining.

Then big raindrops fell on their shoulders, on their hats, and on their faces.

The rain was extremely fierce, and soon became a line.

The eyes of the people who were massacring the helpless flocks could barely open their eyes. They were soaked all over, and the scene became more and more strange.

"Dad! It's raining! Daddy!"

Emily ran upstairs with the gun, and now there were a few dark and rough stains on her originally white face.

He found the comatose mother and dying father.

Papa James also heard the sound of heavy rain hitting the roof, but he could hardly keep his eyes open:
"Where are Fred and the others? Have they withdrawn?"

Emily shook her head: "They,, they are killing our sheep."

Papa James used actions to explain what it means to "sit up in a dying illness".

kill my sheep?What's the difference between that and killing me?
The stubborn New Mexico rancher got up from the ground, picked up his gun again, struggled to run to the window, and aimed at the "sheep hunting team in the rain" around the sheepfold.

"Mongrels, don't touch my sheep!"

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