America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Old Hernandez was having a "heart-to-heart" conversation with Astor IV in the house. The two were fighting bravely and trying to figure out each other's bottom line.

It stands to reason that the kidnapped meat banknotes themselves have no right to negotiate.

But Astor IV was different. As the de facto backbone of the Astor family, he was well versed in business despite his young age.

In America, everything is negotiable and everything has a price.

Hernandez obviously understood this truth. If the goods could not be sold, they would not be worth a penny, but he did not quite believe what the hostage said.

As a result, the two of them were constantly "pushing" each other.

Until, gunfire rang out outside.

"What's going on?" Old Hernandez jumped up from his seat and rushed out the door with his gun in hand.

Then several rounds of bullets were fired.

A member of the hyena gang who rushed in front of Hernandez took the lunch box on the spot. The old gang leader shrank his neck, braked suddenly, and retreated into the house at lightning speed.

"Damn it, turn off the lights! Turn off the lights!" he shouted loudly.

In addition to the top of the mountain outside, there were also people shooting inside the stronghold, and no one could figure out which direction it was coming from.

"How did they break through the defense at the door! Huh?" The old gang leader was extremely angry. He thought that his front door was impregnable, but who knew that someone broke in without making any sound.

"Is there a possibility that our own people rebelled?" A wise man next to him put forward a constructive hypothesis.

"Fuck you! Is it because I'm not good enough to my brothers, or are you born to be rebellious?" Hernandez was so angry that he wished he could kick the person who was speaking directly out.

What a fart!

Da Clever thought to himself that this old guy was not very generous when it came to sharing the money. He was very good at betraying his teammates and running away when something happened.

In the darkness, Astor smiled happily.

It must have been Pinkerton's gang who got the news that he was kidnapped and came to rescue him.

As expected of the number one private detective group, your money was not wasted, it was worth it!

While the people in the main room were still using their imaginations, a few people who were still drinking at the gate heard the noise inside.

The leader of the guards threw away the wine bottle in his hand and waved his hand: "Brothers, something happened inside, come back quickly..."

Before he could finish his words, a bullet hit him and he fell to the ground with the torch.

Just as he was about to get up, a second bullet came, this time hitting his torso.

The gang members who were attacked quickly moved towards the door. They hid in the dark place, looking for the source of the bullets.

The leader who was lying on the ground felt that he was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe. He tried his best to raise his hand towards a whip-clad subordinate leaning against the doorway.

"quick……"

Before he could say the words "Save me", the severe pain came again, and he almost fainted from the pain.

The braided man looked at the direction of the leader's finger, nodded seriously, and shouted to the remaining people at the door: "The leader asked us to go to support the inside quickly! Everyone, follow me quickly."

Everyone rushed towards the passage against the wooden fence. Before leaving, the braided man looked back at the leader lying on the ground and gritted his teeth: "Boss! We will not let your death be in vain!"

Ten thousand words beginning with "F" were blocked in the leader's mouth, and he was in so much pain that he could not speak.

Lozen on the mountain used another bullet to end his suffering.

Four of the six guard towers no longer emitted gunfire, and the remaining two were relatively far away from their position.

The visibility was really poor, so Luo Cen arranged for four people to continue suppressing that side, while he and the remaining people turned their targets below.

One after another, members of the hyena gang ran out of the house after hearing the gunshots. Like headless flies, they were exposed to the light of torches or gas lamps, looking for the source of the gunshots.

These have become living targets for people on the mountain.

After four or five corpses were lying on the ground, no one finally dared to run around anymore, and they all found a place to hide.

After experiencing the initial panic, Hernandez had calmed down. He hid in the house and carefully identified the direction of the gunfire.

He climbed to the window, squatted by the window, and shouted outside:

"Brothers across the way, can you please draw a line and tell me what you are talking about? I have something to say!"

There was a "bang", and the answer was a bullet hitting the window, and Hernandez retracted his head again.

Damn it, the marksmanship on the other side was ridiculously accurate. He was just blindly shooting, just by hearing the sound of the shot.

However, he also roughly judged the direction of the opposite side. He was much more familiar with the location of this stronghold building than the opposite side.

"Turn out the lights! Put out the torches! They have two dormitories on the east and south side!" he shouted in Spanish.

The lights in all the rooms were turned off, the gas lamps and torches hanging outside were knocked out, and the entire mine was plunged into darkness.

When the members of the Hyena Gang heard Hernandez's voice, they immediately had a backbone. They did as ordered, and then fired in the direction of Chen Jianqiu and the others from inside the house, behind the barrels, and from the walls.

Hernandez had no intention of showing his head. He squatted under the window, raised the repeating rifle above his head, extended the barrel of the gun out of the window, and fired indiscriminately in the general direction.

Aiming? It doesn’t exist. Anyone who aims blindly will die.

The hyena gang members shoot in the same way as their gang leader. They are also very familiar with the stronghold and know the general direction. They shout while shooting.

As the largest gang in the local area, it needs to be very powerful.

For a moment, the dark sky above the stronghold echoed with gunshots and various Spanish swear words.

Although the rifles in their hands are not as powerful as the automatic rifles many years later, since the marksmanship is random and the bullets are also random, if the direction is right and the fate is right, someone will still be hit.

And because it was pitch dark below, Luo Cen and others on the top of the mountain were unable to snipe. They could not tell which of the people shooting below were their own and which were members of the Hyena Gang.

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"Chen! Someone has been shot!" Geronimo, who was leaning at the back of the room, said to Chen Jianqiu, who was observing the situation in front.

An Indian soldier was hit in the arm by a stray bullet, but he remained silent until the people around him heard his breathing and touched the wet blood on his arm.

Chen Jianqiu frowned.

The opposite side is distributed in several different directions, and there are only two rooms on my side to rely on, which is a big disadvantage.

In low visibility, the efficiency of long-range shooting is extremely low. If you continue to use it like this, you may not have to use it until dawn or you will run out of ammunition.

"Chief, let's give them something cruel." Chen Jianqiu told Geronimo his plan.

"good!"

Geronimo's answer was simple. The chief's expression could not be seen in the dark night, but there was a fierceness in his voice.

"Soldiers! Let's go around the robbers and chop them all to death if we hear anyone speaking Spanish!"