America 1881: They Call Me Legend

In the next week, the strongholds of the "Cowboys of Corinth" outside Tombstone were attacked one after another.

No one knows what happened there because no one was left alive.

It's just that pedestrians passing by will find corpses in the stronghold, or simply ruins burned by the fire.

The Collins Cowboys were in a panic.

They didn't even know who was attacking them.

There is only one person who knows best in his heart, and that is Ike.

The day after he learned about the accident on the ranch from his follower, he led his younger brothers into the mountains.

Ike understood that if he let other people in the Cowboys of Collins know that he had provoked Hades, then his "colleagues" would tear him apart without Wyatt coming to the door.

"Damn it, how can he fight so well?" Ike poked the meat on the grill with a knife and said to himself.

"It's so cruel. There are seven or eight charred corpses lying in a ranch. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it." A cowboy next to him took a sip of his wine and shook his head.

"We shouldn't have provoked them back then, just leave it to the Sheriff of Tombstone, he has long been dissatisfied with Wyatt." Another cowboy in black overalls began to complain endlessly, "If this continues, sooner or later It's our turn."

"Fart you! Kill Wyatt's two brothers, and you have a share! You shot that cripple twice!" The drinking cowboy jumped up and shouted at the black overalls, "You trash! Yes! Aren't you scared?"

"Who the hell are you talking about?" The black overalls also stood up, glaring at the other party.

"Just talk about you, what's the matter? You trash!" The cowboy picked up the wine bottle in his hand, and was about to smash it on the head of the black overalls.

"Shut up!" Ike yelled.

His knife jabbed the meat on the grill, and the fat from the meat turned into oil, which dripped into the campfire and caught fire.

Wyatt's cleanup outside of Tombstone sent everyone present into a state of great terror.

It seemed that outside the mountain, there was a hunting god of death wandering around, and would come to them at any time to seek their lives.

Ike looked around.

There were thirteen people involved in the last attack on Wyatt.

Chen Jianqiu killed four on the spot, Huo Ledi killed one from the window, and the remaining eight followed him into the mountain.

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong.

One of these people seems to be missing.

"Where's Diaz? Where did Diaz go? Damn it!" Ike looked at the cowboys beside him, "Who of you know?"

The Cowboys looked at each other.

"It seems that I haven't seen him since yesterday." The black overalls grabbed his hair.

The cowboy holding the wine bottle looked at Ike: "Boss, otherwise, let's continue to change places."

Ike looked at the meat on the grill, his eyes gradually became fierce.

"Don't hide. No matter how capable Wyatt and Holiday are, there are only two of us. There are seven of us. Why should we hide from them?"

He stabbed into the roast.

There is not only oil in it, but also blood.

So, where is Diaz?
Diaz is on the edge of a railroad track.

However, he was lying on the rails, tightly bound by the rope, unable to move an inch.

He originally ran out because he didn't want to sink with Ike's thief ship, but as soon as he came out of the mountain, he was caught by Wyatt and the others.

Chen Jianqiu squatted in front of him, holding a dagger in his hand, and slapped his cheek:

"I heard that if you are run over by a train, you won't lose consciousness instantly. If your butt is crushed, you can still see with your eyes."

The sound of the steam whistle came from a distance, and the outline of the train could already be seen vaguely.

Diaz was trembling all over, eyes full of fear, trembling and unable to speak a word.

The train is getting closer.

"Okay, let's stay away, so as not to be splashed with blood and rotten flesh." Chen Jianqiu stood up and said to the people behind him.

They turned to leave.

"Huh? What's the smell?" Sean covered his nose.

A smell of urine came from the direction of the railway tracks.

"Boss, he pissed!" The black man pointed to Diaz on the railroad tracks.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the people on the railroad tracks with disgust.

Diaz was shaking all over, tearing and snot profusely.

"Boss, is there a possibility that this coward is too scared to speak." Hanif touched his nose.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while, and felt that there was indeed such a possibility.

So he raised the knife and dropped it, and the rope was broken.

It's just that Diaz's whole body was as soft as mud, and he couldn't get up at all.

Chen Jianqiu grabbed his clothes, lifted him lightly, lifted him up from the railway track, and threw him into a bush beside the railway track.

They dragged the thing behind a hill.

After regaining some sanity, Diaz told them everything in detail, including the designation of the original attack plan, Ike's current location, the number of people and equipment.

"If I, what I said, yes, have a lie, you, you can kill me at any time." Diaz swore tremblingly.

So, under the leadership of Erwuzi Diaz, Chen Jianqiu and the others entered the valley where Ike was hiding.

There is a clear river in the valley, and on both sides of the river, there is a forest, which is rare in Arizona.

A group of people decided to get off their horses and take a rest first.

Horses need water, and humans need rest.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the river, picked up a handful of water with his hands, and splashed it on his face.

He was just about to dip the water bag into the river to fill it with some water.

But suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

The woods on the opposite side were too abnormally quiet.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Huo Ledi, and found that Huo Ledi's hand was also touching the revolver at his waist.

He activated the shooter state, and sure enough, behind a tree on the opposite side, he found half of his body exposed.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out his gun without hesitation, and pulled the trigger on that half of his body.

Accompanied by a gunshot.

A man leaned out from behind a tree and fell straight into the water.

At the same time, the gun in Holiday's hand also rang.

Five or six people rushed out from behind the tree and attacked Chen Jianqiu and the others on the river bank.

Seeing this, Diaz turned around and was about to run, but was kicked down by Hanif behind him, and then shot him in the back.

There was no shelter on the river bank, and Chen Jianqiu rolled backwards, avoiding the bullets that shot at him.

The bullets hit the shore where he was standing before, some hit the stones on the shore, and some hit the water, splashing bursts of water.

Before Chen Jianqiu got up, another gun in his hand had already been handed over to him, and it shot a cowboy in the head.

And when he got up from the ground, the two revolvers had been reset, and the two "pop" shots directly killed the other two cowboys.

"Good marksmanship!" Holiday cheered, and he and Wyatt each knocked down one.

Ike suddenly realized that he was alone again.

What kind of monsters are these people!
He didn't care much now, turned around and ran away.

But before he entered the woods, he felt as if something had bitten his calf. He looked down and found that he had been shot there.

"Aha, I hit it." Sean shouted excitedly.

Ike dragged his injured leg, struggled, and limped towards the woods.

"boom!"

Wyatt didn't give him this chance. He took the Winchester rifle from Chen Jianqiu and shot Ike in the back.

He personally took care of the enemy who killed his two brothers.

One morning a few days later, the residents of the tombstone woke up from their sleep, but they were frightened half to death by the sight in front of them.

On the big tree at the entrance of the town, eight corpses were hung with ropes.

They were both Cowboys of Corinthians.

Among the eight corpses, there was one person who was quite special.

While the other corpses had one rope hung around their necks, this one had two as a special treat for the leader.

Ike's head was cut off and hung separately from his body.

In this way, everyone knows who can do these things.

Wyatt, the former deputy sheriff of Tombstone, has become the most wanted man in Arizona, and he needs to be responsible for multiple murders and arson cases in the state.

"After all, I'm still on the reward list."

That night, in the wilderness a few kilometers outside of Tombstone Town, Wyatt sighed while holding a newspaper that Sean had brought him.

Hanif at the side was somewhat disapproving: "Isn't it just being on the reward list, making it seem like no one has ever been on the reward list."

"What are you going to do from now on?" Holiday asked.

He and Chen Jianqiu each held a shovel in their hands, digging something under a tree.

"I don't know." Wyatt shook his head, "Maybe, find a place where no one is hiding."

Holiday wiped the sweat from his brow, raised his head, and looked at Wyatt: "This is not like the Wyatt I know."

He pointed to Chen Jianqiu who was still digging: "Come with me, follow him, leave this place, and do something more meaningful."

Wyatt bowed his head in silence.

The Chinese did avenge himself, and his temper of willingness to vengeance was indeed acceptable, but it seemed that there was always a lack of reason.

"Found it!" Chen Jianqiu stopped the shovel in his hand.

He bent down, took out several cloth bags from the picture, and handed one of them to Wyatt.

"Your share." He looked at Wyatt.

Under the moonlight, his face was half bright and half dark.

"The west needs a new order, the law can't solve everything, that's the meaning of our existence."

Chen Jianqiu distributed the remaining cloth bags containing silver coins to Hanif and Xiao En, and threw the other half to Holledi.

Wyatt looked at the cloth bag in his hand, thinking about what Chen Jianqiu said.

After a long time, he put the bag on his horse and got on the horse.

"Let's go!" Chen Jianqiu pulled the rein of Hei Luobo and whistled.

Five people and five horses galloped towards California.