America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 155 The gun comes from behind

"Aren't these guys coming tomorrow?" Howard gritted his teeth.

"You still expect these bandits to keep their word?"

Emily has always been the one who sees things most clearly among everyone in the ranch.

"Hurry up and inform everyone! The enemy is approaching, prepare to defend!" Father James ordered Howard as he ran towards the house.

As soon as he rushed out of the warehouse door, he thought of something and turned his head, only to see Chen Jianqiu jumping out of the carriage slowly and methodically.

James stopped.

"Mr. Chen, you'd better find a place to hide for a while. I'm afraid we won't have time to take care of you later.

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry about me, I'm pretty good at hiding." Chen Jianqiu waved to him.

James hesitated for a moment, then turned around and ran towards the house.

He had to quickly deploy his defenses.

Chen Jianqiu watched James's back go away, turned around and returned to the carriage.

He pulled out his Winchester repeating rifle from the back of the carriage, and dug out a box of ammunition from the cart.

He loaded the bullets into his gun one by one.

Then, there are his two "Peacemakers".

Ever since Adam taught him how to train to improve the instinctive talent of a shooter last time, he has developed a habit. If he is free and encounters water and fish, he will go there and take a shot.

After a few times, he did feel the changes in his body, but compared with the duration of the shooter state, he benefited a lot from that sense of calm.

To sum it up in one sentence, it lasts longer but is less exciting.

Chen Jianqiu prepared the firearm in an orderly manner and inserted it back into his holster.

He untied the newly harnessed packhorses, slapped their butts, and drove them away from the warehouse.

Wait, this place might be the Shura Field. It would be better for these two guys to run as far as they can.

Finally, he put on his leather gloves, walked to the door of the warehouse, put his hands behind his hands and looked out the door.

The cattle and sheep in the pasture didn't know the danger was coming and were still quietly gnawing on the grass on the ground. Fred and his dogs had already appeared on the outskirts of the pasture.

"Boss, why do we have to choose to deal with them today?"

Outside the ranch, Fred's men glanced at the dark clouds hanging overhead and were a little confused.

A heavy rain was approaching, why did he have to take action at this time? Two hours ago, he clearly listened to his boss saying that it would be tomorrow.

"Today's business ends today." Fred's answer sounded very reasonable.

He had just returned to his ranch, and when he thought that his men had been repelled by a woman and a few old gangsters, an unknown fire began to rise.

Before his butt was even hot, he waved his hand and summoned the rest of the people to rush out and attack James' pasture.

"But, it looks like it's going to rain today." His subordinate was a little disappointed, "Also, boss, should we discuss tactics?"

This directly ignited Fred's anger, and he cursed at his men:

"Dozens of people beat a few old men and women, what kind of tactics do you need! Can't you rush in?" He pointed to the house in the ranch not far away, "Can you count how many houses there are in total?"

Fred pulled out his gun and gave an order:

"Come on me! Take this pasture before it rains! I'll divide the cattle and sheep among you!"

When the thugs under his command heard about the loot, they were extremely excited and howled, just like a group of bandits.

A group of people rushed straight in along the road in the middle of the fence.

Father James and his cowboys had already been hiding in various houses. Some of them were hiding under the windows, and some were leaning against the doors.

Emily chose her brother's room.

Therefore, when Fred's men entered the shooting range, the horses at the front received the first round of shooting.

The marksmanship of Father James's cowboys is good at hitting fixed targets, but high-speed moving targets are almost useless, and their firepower angles are not complete and they lack coordination.

Therefore, when Fred's henchmen rushed to the outermost house, only two people were knocked off their horses.

The most terrible thing is that the cowboys exposed their shooting positions.

As soon as Fred's horse passed by, he aimed a shot at the corner of the window where the fire had just appeared.

The bullet shattered the glass and did not appear to hit any other targets.

But then four or five guns were fired in that direction.

There was a muffled sound, and a stream of blood spurted out from the darkness of the room, splashing onto the edge of the window.

The old cowboy in the room was leaning against the wall, lifeless.

Fred's men surrounded the house. The two thugs held shotguns in their hands, kicked open the door of the house, and rushed in one from the left and the other from the right.

The movements were done in one go and he was very skillful. It seemed that he had done this kind of work of breaking into doors and robbing homes.

After a few gunshots were heard in the house, it soon became quiet.

The first house was lost and it didn't last more than three minutes.

Fred walked out of the house and glanced at the warehouse not far away.

That building, like this house, was also built against the outside, but so far, there doesn't seem to be any counterattack from the inside.

James and his men appear to have abandoned the warehouse.

"Rod, take two people to the warehouse to take a look. The others, continue to follow me inside!" Fred ordered.

Rhodes is his confidant. If there is something good in the warehouse, he can ensure that it will not be enriched by his thugs immediately.

There are really good things in the warehouse.

When Rhodes approached the warehouse, he found that the door was open, and a pallet truck obviously loaded with goods was placed in the warehouse without even having time to hitch the horse.

It seems that the owner of the cart evacuated in a hurry and was probably frightened.

Rhodes put down his gun, put it behind his back, and walked over to uncover the canvas covering the cart.

Opening a blind box is a very interesting thing, because you never know what is hidden under the thin paper shell on the surface.

This sense of unknown is very exciting.

Rhodes thought so too, and he slowly opened a corner of the canvas.

He saw a dark gun barrel.

"Bang!" Rhodes' head exploded.

His head was too close. Although Colt was not known for his power, the scene at such a close distance was very bloody.

One man pushed open the canvas and sat up from behind the cart. The other revolver in his hand hit the other man almost at the same time.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining one immediately raised his gun and took aim.

But his speed was less than a quarter of Chen Jianqiu's. In the time it took him to raise the gun, Chen Jianqiu could have reset the revolver's hammer several times.

Without any suspense, the man was also shot and fell to the ground.

Chen Jianqiu jumped off the carriage, looked at the three corpses on the ground, and shook his head.

Why were there only three people? He thought that the outside of the warehouse should be the most interesting place for these gangsters.

Since you are unwilling to come to me, then I will come to you.

Chen Jianqiu reloaded the bullets and walked towards the door of the warehouse.

Fred, who was heading to the next house at this time, also encountered trouble.

Father James and the rest of the group were hiding in the largest house in the middle of the ranch. Emily's room also had a very good shooting angle.

Everyone who tried to get close to the door of the house would soon have their head knocked off.

Therefore, Fred prepared to surround them first, and he and his dozens of thugs quickly filled the house with water.

The gunshots continued to crackle, and no one even noticed the three gunshots in the warehouse behind them.

"Quick, rush together, I don't believe they can guard every window and every door at the same time!" Fred shouted.

Several people poured into the house from different directions. They ran directly under the window and turned over.

"Howard! There's someone at the west window!" Father James had just shot down a man who jumped in from the balcony, but was hit by several bullets from the west house and shrank behind the sofa.

Someone has already broken into the house.

James and the others had to abandon their outer positions. Moreover, people kept rushing towards them outside the house.

If this continues, they will have to contend with enemies several times their size inside the house.

In that case, it would be a matter of time before they were all killed.

The condition of the house was in critical condition for a while.

But suddenly, continuous gunshots rang out, and the five people who were rushing towards the house from the front fell down as if they had been struck by a sickle.

The bullets were fired from behind them, but when Fred looked back, he couldn't find the gunman after searching for a long time.

"You guys, keep following up!" He couldn't control that much and ordered his men to continue rushing forward.

This time there were still five of them, neatly falling to the ground, as if they were possessed by an evil spirit.

What a ghost!

Fred looked behind him again and rubbed his eyes. There were only a group of sheep looking at him expressionlessly.

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