America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 157 The rain has stopped, but it doesn't seem to have stopped completely
The gunshots behind Fred sounded again, and he suddenly realized that no matter which direction his men were facing, there would always be someone behind them attacking.

In other words, he was flanked.

"Don't worry about the back, first solve the ambush in the flock!" Fred wiped his face and gave an order loudly.

But when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of rainwater poured directly into his mouth, which made his words slurred.

So, his order was quickly drowned out by the sound of rain and gunfire.

Fred was still frantically shooting sheep, but his men wavered.

Maybe they don't think it's decent to shoot a flock of sheep in a rainstorm, or maybe their boss looks crazy.

They are now also doubting what their boss said earlier.

How could this ranch be guarded by only a few people!
Not to mention the people in the room behind, they are now shooting at their side; there are at least five or six enemies on the side of the sheepfold, and they don't know where they are hiding.

The boss must have been tricked.

Getting a buckshot in the rain is no joke, and with a little more rain, ten lives wouldn't be enough.

They ran towards nearby places where they could shelter from the rain, such as warehouses.

The only one, with a bit of conscience, ran to Fred's side, took Fred's arm and was about to run to the warehouse.

"Let go! What are you doing?" Fred didn't appreciate it. He shook his hand and broke free from his arm.

But he exerted too much energy, his body tilted, and he stepped into a pile of sheep dung next to him that was wet by the rain.

"F~UCK!" Fred's anger reached its peak!
But soon, he discovered that this unconscious action just now saved him.

A bullet hit the pinna of his ear.

Severe pain came from his right ear, and he touched it in a panic, but found that he didn't touch his ear.

He stretched out his right hand in front of his eyes, and found that the palm of his hand was rainwater mixed with blood.

Then, his subordinates threw him to the ground, lying on the ground.

Fred's face was pressed to the rain-soaked dirt.

He found that half of his ear was lying on another pile of sheep dung not far from him, letting the rain wash away.

"Oh~~~~" Fred covered his ears and yelled in pain.

But he should feel lucky, if it wasn't for the mistakes just now, it wouldn't be his ears that were knocked out, but his head.

The gunshots in the sheep pen rang out again, and the attackers didn't seem to intend to just let Fred's people go.

They were clutching their hats and running to the house to shelter from the rain, but their mistake was to point their butts at the sheep.

The two people who had the most fun killing sheep just now were beaten with candied haws and fell headlong into the muddy water.

They turned their heads just in Fred's direction before they died.

The rain was hitting the ground, splashing mud flowers one after another. Through the mud flowers, Fred saw two pairs of eyes that were dying.

Fred's men ran, looking in the direction of the sheep.

At this time, the rain curtain hung from the sky like curtains, and the visibility was very poor. They still couldn't find where the attack came from.

Only Fred saw it.

His face was pressed against the ground, and among the densely packed lamb legs, he seemed to vaguely see a pair of boots.

But the boots were gone in a flash, lost among the white piles of legs and butts of lamb.

The crowd did not slow down their pace by looking backward.

That sheepfold is like a frightening eyeball, as long as it takes a look at it, it will kill its life.

They just hope that they can run faster and get to a safe place as soon as possible.

But the three shots that followed told them, "Just outrun the last man and you'll get away with it." That doesn't apply today.

It wasn't the last one who died, but the three fastest runners.

The one at the front had already stepped into the gate of the warehouse with one foot, and was shot in the back of the heart.

He fell to the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair.

One step, one short step, and he could escape the life-threatening sheepfold.

The first three people were killed, but this didn't stop the remaining people's desire to survive, and they ran forward desperately.

However, the dense rain curtain did not seem to hinder the people in the sheepfold, and their sight seemed to be able to penetrate the heavy rain directly.The shots are precise and deadly.

Five more people fell in "Before Dawn".

On the contrary, those slow-legged people behind were still alive, and they even slowed down their pace on purpose.

After three more people were knocked down, the remaining people didn't dare to move anymore. They stood like puppets in the rain, washed away by the rain.

The gunfire stopped suddenly.

The sharp pain in Fred's ear made him miserable, but what made him even more desperate was that he found that their attackers in the sheep pen didn't think much of them at all.

It was a slaughter, like they slaughtered the sheep just now.

They must be playing a game, playing with their side.

They want to tell themselves that whoever they want to die, let them die; when they want their own people to die, they can die at any time.

While the ashen-faced Fred was still thinking about it, a "sheep" suddenly moved in the center of the flock.

Chen Jianqiu pulled up the big white canvas on his head again.

His squatting legs were a little numb, and the smell of sheep around him was a little heavy.

The rain was too heavy, and the torn canvas still couldn't compete with the rainproof materials of later generations. His trousers and upper body were already completely wet.

This canvas shelters the rain from the loneliness.

The thirteen bullets in the gun had been fired just now, so he took out the bullets and reloaded them.

Afterwards, Chen Jianqiu raised the canvas on his head again, turned on the shooter mode, and continued to aim at Fred's henchmen.

But he suddenly found that this group of people stood motionless in the rain like sculptures, not knowing what they were doing.

"baffling."

Chen Jianqiu didn't bother to think about what these people were thinking, it was better to hit a fixed target, and it didn't take too much effort.

Continuous gunshots rang out.

Thus, the "sculpture" collapsed, and the hope of survival was shattered.

Fred's mind was still clear, he yelled: "Everyone lie down!" After that, he passed out from the pain.

After everyone heard it, they didn't care too much, and they all fell into the muddy water at once, regardless of what was on the ground.

They lay on the ground trembling, holding guns tightly in their hands, for fear that the enemies in the opposite sheepfold would come out and kill them.

However, Chen Jianqiu had no such plan.

Seeing that the target had turned into "Voldemort", Chen Jianqiu also stopped shooting, and he put away his rifle.

On James' side, it was raining heavily, and they couldn't see the situation clearly in the rain at all, so except for James, the two people on the second floor ran to the first floor to check the casualties and damage to the house.

There was a brief silence in the pasture, only the sound of rain and the cry of animals could be heard.

The rain in New Mexico comes and goes as fast as it does.

The rain gradually subsided, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, the sun quietly revealed his face, and the sunlight shot out along the gaps in the clouds.

The kind and righteous man next to Fred had first saved his life by pushing him down, and now saved his second life.

He took out the first aid stuff from his bag, and made a simple bandage for Fred, which stopped the bleeding!

In this era, there are only a handful of cowboys with first aid kits, and it is a miracle among miracles that they can be bandaged and stop bleeding in heavy rain.

But Fred still didn't wake up for a while.

The other dogs lost their command and were a little at a loss, but none of them dared to get up.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horseshoes from a distance.

James on the second floor followed the sound, and a group of people appeared on the horizon. At a glance, there were about thirty people.

The person at the head, Papa James, may never forget it for the rest of his life.

He was once a close friend of his son, but killed him with his own hands.

This man was none other than the new sheriff of Lincolnshire, Pylor Gartler.

The sheriff received the message hours ago.

The cowboys who had left from Papa James before did not all ignore their bosses. One of them rushed to Lincolnshire and told the sheriff the news.

When the sheriff heard this, he didn't care about the heavy rain and immediately called all the police forces he could. If it weren't for the perennial chaos in Lincolnshire, he might not have been able to gather thirty or so law enforcement officers.

He knew what kind of man Fred was.

Along the way, Paile rode fast, anxious.

There is someone he loves most in the ranch, although the girl has now regarded him as an enemy.

Pile's men approached the ranch, and soon saw the mess of the ranch.

There are traces of gun battles everywhere, and half of the gable of the main house has been burned down.

"Wrap this place up!" Pyler yelled.

The remaining ten or so of Fred's people in the ranch had never been so eager to see the police as they are now, and they immediately got up from the ground.

Everyone was covered in muddy water, smelly and dirty, as if they had just dredged the river.

"Help! Sir! Help us! Sir!" They ran towards the law enforcement officers as if seeing a savior, and none of them wanted to stay within the sheepfold for a moment longer.

Pile looked at them with a look of disgust, asked the law enforcement officers to hand over their guns, tied them up one by one with a rope, formed a long line, one after another, and took them out of the pasture.
Including Fred, who was still in a coma.

He was treated better, tied hand and foot, and thrown onto a horse.

Chen Jianqiu lifted the canvas covering his body, shook the rain off his body, and stood up from the flock.

There are still some tiny rain flowers floating in the sky.

He walked back to the warehouse, threw the gun in his hand back onto the carriage, turned over the back of the carriage, and found out a suit of dry clothes to change on.

He resumed his honest appearance, planning to wait for the police to leave before driving the carriage quietly.

He saw Papa James and Emily also walked out of the house, with a tired look on their faces, not at all the excitement of the rest of their lives.

Paile walked to the house with the doctor who came with him.

He asked the doctor to enter the house quickly and rescue the injured people in the house.

James walked towards the warehouse, wanting to see if Chen Jianqiu was still alive, but when he passed by the sheriff, he didn't even look at him.

Emily also has the same attitude as him.

Pile opened his mouth, wanting to say something to the girl, but in the end he didn't say a word.

But the next moment, what he said shocked everyone.

He said blankly:

"Leave a few people in the ranch to watch, and take the rest of the people away!"

　two more

　　
　
(End of this chapter)