America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 230 Gunshots and Courage

The security captain used to be in the state militia in New Mexico. He has dealt with Mexican gangs at the border all year round, and his response is very quick.
At a glance, he saw that behind the first row of people, someone pulled out a revolver and shot at them through the first row of people.

He didn't care about accidental injury or not, he just raised his hand and pointed in that direction with a shot.

The farmer standing in the first row was shot and fell down with a muffled grunt.

When the other security guards saw that their captain had shot, they also followed suit.

The man who had been hiding behind the farmer and shooting the gun took the bullet and fell to the ground, the revolver in his hand slipped to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, continuous gunshots rang out in the crowd, which caught the security captain and his team members off guard.

This was a premeditated attack.

"Boss, lie down!" The security captain rushed to Blake, who was still confused about the situation, and pushed him to the ground.

Bullets came from all directions, and flew past the two of them.

The sharp sound of bullets passing through the air continued to reach Blake's ears, making him lie on the ground and dare not move.

"Counterattack! Are you holding fire sticks?" the security captain shouted at the security guards under him.

Many of the security guards hired by Blake have also retired from the army, so there is no problem in terms of professional ability.

However, their problem is that the crowd is in a mess, and it is impossible to tell who fired the shot.

Or, the shooter was just found, but there were several people running around around him, and the security guards couldn't pull the trigger.

"Shoot! You idiots, if you don't kill them, just wait to be killed by them!" The security captain looked anxiously.

He fired a few more shots and knocked down two people, one with a gun and the other a farmer holding a sign.

At first, Dunleavy thought that some farmer had hidden the gun, and then he fired because he couldn't control his emotions. He shouted to the people around him at the top of his lungs:

"Everyone, don't be impulsive! Control your emotions! Don't use force against force!"

However, no one paid attention to him, some ran away after throwing the sign, some bumped around like headless chickens, but some got angry

These small farmers and sharecroppers were not kind, they belonged to the kind where dogs would get slapped twice when they passed by their farms.

How could they bear to be shot?
They picked up the guns dropped by the dead people around them and began to shoot passionately with the security personnel on the opposite side.

For a while, the scene was chaotic, and bullets flew everywhere.

People kept getting shot and fell to the ground.

But those Chinese workers caught in the middle have become the worst group.

After hearing the gunshots at first, several people immediately squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, not daring to move.

But obviously, bullets will not choose to bypass them just because they cannot see themselves.

Among the dense bullets, the few who held their heads were knocked down to the ground before they could react, and several of those who stood still in shock were also hit by stray bullets.

The surroundings of the railroad tracks were very open, and they didn't know where to hide.

How bad the marksmanship of these farmers and security personnel is, how unlucky the Chinese workers in the middle are.

"Run! Don't stand still!" A young man in a white vest threw another young man who was at a loss to the ground.

Bullets clanged on the rails around them, and flames flew everywhere.

After dodging a burst of shooting, the young man in a white vest ran away dragging those around him.

This young man ran very fast, even if he was pulling someone, he was like a rabbit.

"Luo Yonggui! This way!" An old man with a goatee shrank his head, hid behind a pile of sleepers, and waved at the young man.

As an old man who survived troubled times, the old man with a goatee was very experienced. He found a place to avoid bullets immediately after the gunshot.

A young man named Luo Yonggui rushed towards the old man, jumped behind the pile of sleepers, but unexpectedly heard a scream of "Aww" from behind.

The young man who was pulled halfway by him fell down five meters away from the pile of sleepers, and he was shot in the leg.

This shot was obviously fired on purpose.

A group of people with triangular kerchiefs covering their faces, riding horses and carrying guns, appeared in the direction behind Grange's gang.

Their target does not seem to be Blake and the others.

"Kill those yellow-skinned miners first, and don't let any of them go!" The cowboy at the head whispered to the people around him, "Blake, I'll deal with him later."

As he said, it was a shot to a running Chinese laborer.

This shot hit his thigh, and Hua Gong fell to the ground, less than five meters away from the pile of sleepers that could save him.

"Unfortunately, you won't be able to reach that woodpile." The cowboy raised his gun again.

However, at this moment, a voice came from the crowd in front of Grange, and a bullet came along with the voice.

"Haha, it's finally time for you, Bourne, it's useless to cover your face with a triangular scarf, I know you even when you turn into ashes!"

A blond young man poked his head out of the panicked crowd.

He hid behind a board just now and shot the person on horseback.

The shot was fired suddenly, but the aim was too hasty, and the target was too tricky, and Bourne's hat was blown away with one shot.

Bourne, who was unmasked, fell from his horse, but saved his life.

Seeing that he missed a hit, the blond young man swung his legs and went to the nearest bunker.

"Kill him!" Bourne yelled.

Not only the people around Bourne, but also those members of the Knights who had been photographed sneaking into the Grange organization before, all started shooting at the blond young man.

But the young man was agile, and although he was forced into a panic and lost one of his shoes, he ran all the way and was lucky enough to get behind a pile of railroad tracks.

"Come on, you bastards, your father, I can't stand you bullying bastards!" He turned sideways and knocked down a member of the knights who was shooting at him.

But this time, he was not so lucky.

A bullet hit his forearm.

The gun in the hand of the blond young man flew out.

Leaning his back against the pile of rails, he took a deep breath and drew another gun from his waist with his left hand.

The young man looked at the sky: "Dad, Mom, forgive me."

For what he has been chasing all these years, he is ready to fight to the death.

On Luo Yonggui's side, the situation is not much better.

He and the old man with the goatee were forced behind the sleepers, where several Chinese laborers were hiding.

Bullets flew in front of them and above their heads. They looked at the young Chinese laborer who was lying on the ground five meters away and shot in the leg, and they were burning with anxiety.

"Help, save me." Hua Gong stretched out a hand to his compatriots, begging.

"I'll charge!" Luo Yonggui gritted his teeth.

"No, two of you will die if you go!" The goatee old man tugged at Luo Yonggui's clothes.

"No, I can save him." Luo Yonggui broke free from the old man's hand with the goatee, and rushed towards the injured Chinese worker lying on the ground like an arrow.

After only a few steps, he rushed in front of the injured Chinese worker, bent down, and prepared to rush back with his back.

However, in this open area, a white vest is too conspicuous.

A member of the knight order is eyeing Luo Yonggui.

He raised the gun in his hand and locked the Hua Gong who was carrying someone back.

As long as he pulled the trigger in his hand, another yellow-skinned corpse would lie down in this open space.

"boom!"

A shot went off.

However, this gunshot was different from other gunshots that were ringing at the scene.

It came from afar, dull and heavy.

The heads of the members of the Knights exploded like watermelons, blood and brains splashed everywhere, and their lifeless bodies fell backwards towards the back of the horse.

The other regiment members around him were stunned and pointed their guns in Luo Yonggui's direction.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang."

Four consecutive gunshots were fired, this time, the gunshots came from a closer place.

The vital parts of the four members of the gun-raising regiment were spattered with blood, and they fell off the horse together with their guns.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luo Yonggui carried the injured Huagong on his back and ran back to the edge of the sleepers.

Panting heavily, he raised his head, but saw several figures moving swiftly from one cover to another, heading towards them.

The blond young man stagnated when he heard gunshots from the direction of the Knights.

He gritted his teeth, and prepared to turn out of the bunker and try to kill another member of the knight order.

A hand pressed down on his shoulder, and a face half covered by a triangular scarf appeared in front of him, but the voice was very familiar to him.

"Leave the rest to us." Chen Jianqiu said.

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(End of this chapter)