America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 166 He looked there, all eyes were on himself
Under the moonlight, a group of galloping people appeared there.

An unmanned black horse suddenly rushed out of the team. Its black mane rose backwards in the wind, like waves moving up and down, its hooves flew like a gale and lightning, and it rushed towards Chen Jianqiu. There was a cloud of dust.

A resounding eagle whistle sounded in the sky, and the silhouette of a huge golden eagle appeared in the full moon.

Black radish!corn!

The detectives tried to shoot at the black horse, but the speed of the black horse was too fast, like an afterimage, and they couldn't hit at all.

In an instant, the black radish had arrived in front of Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu strode forward with the cart gun, jumped, and landed firmly on the back of the galloping black radish.

He whistled, and the black horse turned around and galloped parallel to the positions of the detectives.

Chen Jianqiu raised the Winchester 1873 in his hand.

Death came again to this wilderness,
The hearts of the Pinkerton detectives in the front row were bleeding one after another, and their lives were gone, one by one.

Lynch has quickly returned to his team members.

He saw Chen Jianqiu and the death he brought.

He took off a Springfield rifle from his horse, and this gun accompanied him for many years, beheading countless heroes of the West.

Lynch raised the gun in his hand, held his breath, and turned on the shooter state.

His shooter status is different from that of Chen Jianqiu

In his field of vision, the world gradually became smaller, until in front of him, only Chen Jianqiu and his black horse were left.

His crosshairs were glued to the man and the horse.

He did not believe that anyone in the west could escape from his gun.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a sharp sound of bullets piercing the air suddenly reached his ears.

This is what death feels like.

After a moment of relief, the focus in front of him disappeared, and Lynch hurriedly dodged sideways.

"clang!"

The bullet hit the gun in his hand, Lynch's mouth shook violently, and the Springfield rifle came out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Lynch held his painful wrist and looked in the direction of the bullet in disbelief.

Not far behind Chen Jianqiu, a cowboy in a gray-blue shabby jacket was riding an old horse, holding a gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was facing him.

Adam Granger was right there, he put down the gun in his hand, and turned his gaze to Chen Jianqiu in front of him.

Looking at this young man galloping on horseback, his eyes are full of his own shadow.

Behind them suddenly sounded the unique cries of Apache Indian warriors, making it impossible to guess how many people there were.

Geronimo has no intention of hiding his whereabouts. His tactical style has always been as fast as the wind and aggressive as fire.

Before people arrive, the sound of horseshoes arrives, and the gunshots arrive first.

After a volley, Pinkerton's detectives immediately laid down a few more.

Lynch's face was solemn. Since he started his career, he has never suffered such a big loss.

"Back! Back! Back!"

He got on his horse and gave three orders in a row. Although the detectives were unwilling, they chose to obey the order and retreated out of the town in an orderly manner under Lynch's leadership.

Lynch's action this time was actually a one-shot deal.

As the chief thug of the Pinkerton Detective Agency in several western states, Alan Pinkerton gave him enough autonomy to act.

But this does not mean that he can go on "doing nothing" indefinitely.

Lynch is a man with great ambitions. He has long planned to start his own business. To this end, he has made sufficient plans and multiple plans.

He is bound to get this treasure, especially after reading the letter from the old mayor.

But he can't bear the excessive loss of personnel of the agents. If the boss in New York is held accountable, he will not be able to explain.

He is on a road of no return.

Pinkerton's detectives got on their horses as fast as they could, and retreated out of town in a neat formation.

They cover each other, staggered fire to the rear, to ensure the continuity of firepower, methodical.

Geronimo wanted to lead the soldiers to continue the pursuit, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu:

"Stop chasing, I don't want one of our brothers to get hurt."

He pointed in the direction of the security station. Father James and Emily were still besieged inside.

Just after Chen Jianqiu broke through the blockade of the detective agency and climbed out of the courtyard wall.

Father James and the others are fighting to the death with the Freds who surged up from the basement.

When they reached the landing, Pyler and Miles were shooting at the landing.

Bullets flew everywhere, hitting the people at the opposite stairway unable to lift their heads.

Father James looked at the body at the stairs, and then at Pile, whose forehead was covered with sweat. Without saying a word, he picked up the rifles left by the dead police officers on the ground.

He aimed in the direction of the stairs.

Now he wished he could run straight to the opposite side, face Fred and his henchmen on the stairs, and avenge his dead cowboy brothers and sheep.

But reason told him that there was Emily, his daughter, behind him, so he still chose to pick up the gun.

They were not in a hurry, but Fred downstairs was in a hurry.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

He kind of regrets his decision now.

It really led the wolf into the house. I thought Thomas could paddle, but I didn't expect him to paddle like this.

I tricked Thomas outside.

If after a while, the non-existing ranch reinforcements that the lawyer said he said did not arrive, Thomas outside would see the truth.

Then it's really guaranteed that this guy won't come in directly and take Paile and himself together.

His missing half ear hurt again.

"Come on, why don't you go now?" Fred stood on the steps with a gun in his hand, and shouted at the people above, "The reward I just said is valid forever."

His cowboys looked at each other and looked at you with embarrassment.

It's true that the bonus is high, but you have to be lucky to get it.

The first person to rush up to get the bonus is now lying on the top of the stairs, his body is probably getting cold.

"There are people outside to respond, and we will be saved by rushing through that staircase!" Fred was moved with emotion and reasoned for the first time. For the first time, he discovered that he was so patient.

But the Cowboys still hesitated.

"Damn it, you all die here if you want to die. Wait until the group of people who were ambushing in the sheepfold before James come to rescue him, and you will be shot by them one by one."

According to his own imagination, Fred was full of nonsense, purely out of anger, like a mother teaching a disobedient child "cry again, and the wolf will come and eat you".

He was about to rush forward with a gun in his hand and fight to the death.

Unexpectedly, his words produced an inexplicable stimulus to his subordinates.

The shadow brought by the sheep pen to those people is too great, and the feeling of being forced to play the "game of death" is really too suffocating.

If those people came, I would definitely die. If we rush up together now, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

A group of people swarmed up, arching out from the stairs like a herd of bulls.

James and Pile, who were guarding the stairs, were taken aback.

They pulled the trigger in their hands almost subconsciously.

The two people who rushed to the front rushed to the street without any accident. They didn't really want to rush to the front, but they were rushed up by the people behind who were eager to try.

When they found that their feet had stepped on the stairs on the first floor, there was no need to think about going back, they could only dodge or run forward recklessly.

The people behind quickly rushed up.

Fred took a dead body as cover, took advantage of Papa James' time to reload, and shot him in the leg.

Papa James knelt on the ground in pain.

A few people rushed up from behind.

A man jumped at Emily, who was also changing bullets. He pushed the girl down, and then planned to punch her young face.

"Don't touch her!" Sergeant Pile roared angrily. At this time, he finally showed the strength of a top gunslinger in the West who was as famous as "Billy the Kid".

He hit the burly man riding on Emily with one shot, then turned the gun around, struck the hammer, and shot off the head of one of the gangsters who were jumping at him.

He rushed to Emily's side and helped her up.

"Leave me alone, go and save my dad." Emily said to Pile.

It was the first thing Emily had said to Billy since Pyler had shot him dead.

Inspector Peller had mixed feelings, but he didn't have time for love. He looked around.

The injured Papa James was in an extremely critical condition. His leg was injured, and he was also knocked down to the ground, and was hammered crazily by one of Fred's men.

He's dying.

Facing the same encounter, there was another old cowboy who had lost his gun and was struggling to resist.

Sergeant Pile was just about to shoot, but found that the bullets in the gun had run out, so he hurriedly changed the bullets, and while changing, he yelled at Miles who was still in a safe position:

"Shoot! Miles!"

Miles' hands trembled a little. He had never seen such a situation before, and he was a little panicked. He tremblingly raised the gun in his hand.

Pile rushed over, snatched the gun from his hand, and shot the two strong men one by one, knocking them down, and also shot dead a guy who passed by and ran directly to the corridor.

Miles was on the verge of tears. This was the second time a gun had been taken from him this evening.

Fred hid behind the dead body after shooting and wounding father James' leg, but he suddenly found that his subordinates were nearly lost.

So, while Pile was cleaning up his subordinates, he aimed at Pile and fired a shot at him.

The shot hit Pile in the arm holding the gun.

His arm dropped limply, and the gun fell to the ground.

Fred glanced at the ground. The dead and wounded on the opposite side had basically lost their combat effectiveness. He didn't even bother to mend his guns, and ran directly to the corridor.

If you stay in the green hills, you are not afraid of running out of firewood, and you will be done after you run away. Goodbye to you.

But just as he rushed out of the corridor and rushed towards the courtyard door, a voice suddenly came from behind:
"Fred, stop!"

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