America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 157 The rain stopped, but it doesn’t seem to have stopped completely

Gunfire rang out from behind Fred again, and he suddenly discovered that no matter which direction his men were facing, there would always be someone attacking from behind.

In other words, he was flanked.

"Don't worry about the back, deal with the ambush in the sheep first!" Fred wiped his face and gave the order loudly.

But when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of rainwater poured directly into his mouth, making his words unclear.

As a result, his order was quickly drowned out by the sound of rain and gunshots.

Fred was still shooting sheep frantically, but his men were shaken.

Maybe they think it's unseemly to shoot at a herd of sheep in a rainstorm, or maybe their boss looks crazy.

They now also have doubts about what their boss said before.

How could there be only a few people guarding this ranch!

Not to mention the people in the room behind him were shooting at him right now; there were at least five or six enemies on the other side of the sheepfold, and he didn't know where they were hiding.

The boss must have fallen into a trap.

It's no joke to be hit by a lead bullet in the rain. If it rains a little more, ten lives won't be enough.

They all ran towards nearby places where they could take shelter from the rain, such as warehouses.

The only one who had some sense of conscience ran to Fred's side, took Fred's arm and ran to the warehouse.

"Let go! What are you doing?" Fred didn't appreciate it. He shook his hand and broke away from his subordinate's arm.

But he exerted too much force, tilted his body, and stepped into a pile of sheep dung next to him that was soaked by the rain.

"F~UCK!" Fred's anger reached its extreme!

But soon, he discovered that this unconscious action saved him.

A bullet hit his ear.

Severe pain came from his right ear. He touched it in panic, but found that he could not touch his ear.

He stretched out his right hand in front of his eyes and found that his palm was filled with rain mixed with blood.

Then, his men threw him to the ground and lay on the ground.

Fred's face touched the rain-wet soil.

He found that half of his ear was lying on another pile of sheep dung not far from him, letting the rain wash away.

"Ouch~~~" Fred covered his ears and screamed in pain.

But he should feel lucky. If it hadn't been for the mistake just now, it wouldn't have been his ears that were knocked off, but his head.

Gunshots rang out in the sheepfold again, and the attackers didn't seem to intend to let Fred's men go.

They were holding their hats and running towards the house to take shelter from the rain. Their mistake was that they turned their butts towards the sheep.

The two people who had the most fun killing the sheep just now, one behind the other, were beaten into sugar haws and fell headfirst into the muddy water.

Before they died, their heads just turned in Fred's direction.

The rain was hitting the ground, splashing mud flowers. Through the mud flowers, Fred saw two pairs of eyes that were fixed on him.

Fred's men ran and looked in the direction of the sheep.

At this time, the rain curtain hung from the sky like curtains, and the visibility was very poor. They still could not find where the attack came from.

Only Fred saw it.

His face was pressed to the ground, and among the densely packed lamb legs, he vaguely seemed to see a pair of boots.

But the boots quickly disappeared and were lost among the piles of white lamb legs and buttocks.

No one slowed down because they looked back.

The sheepfold is like a frightening eyeball. As long as it looks at it, it will take away life.

They just hope they can run faster and reach a safe place as soon as possible.

But the three shots that followed told them, "As long as you run faster than the last person, you can escape death." This sentence is not applicable today.

It was not the last person who died, but the three fastest runners who died.

The one at the front had already stepped into the warehouse door with one foot, and then he was shot in the heart.

He fell to the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair.

One step, just one step, and he would be able to avoid that life-threatening sheepfold.

The first three people were killed, but this did not stop the remaining people from their desire to survive. They ran forward desperately.

However, this dense rain curtain did not seem to hinder the people in the sheepfold. Their sight seemed to be able to penetrate the heavy rain directly. The shooting was accurate and deadly.

Five more people fell "before dawn."

On the contrary, the slow-legged people behind were still alive, and they even deliberately slowed down their pace.

After three more people were knocked down, the remaining people did not dare to move anymore. They stood in the rain like puppets, being washed away by the rain.

The gunfire suddenly stopped.

The sharp pain in Fred's ear made him miserable, but what made him even more desperate was that he found that the people who attacked them in the sheepfold didn't take them seriously at all.

It was a massacre, just like they were slaughtering sheep.

They are definitely playing a game and playing tricks on their own people.

They want to tell themselves that whoever they want to die can be killed; and their people can die when they want them to die.

While Fred, whose face was ashen, was still thinking, a "sheep" suddenly moved in the center of the flock.

Chen Jianqiu pulled up the big white canvas on his head again.

His legs were a little numb when he was squatting, and the smell of the sheep around him was a bit strong.

The rain was so heavy that this tattered canvas could not compete with the rain-proof materials of later generations. His trousers and upper body were completely wet.

This canvas covers the rain and loneliness.

The thirteen rounds of bullets in the gun were finished. He took out the bullets and reloaded them.

Then, Chen Jianqiu raised the canvas on his head again, turned on the shooter mode, and continued to target Fred's henchmen.

But he suddenly discovered that these people were standing in the rain as motionless as sculptures, not knowing what they were doing.

"baffling."

Chen Jianqiu was too lazy to think about what these people were thinking. It was better to hit a fixed target without spending too much energy.

Continuous gunfire rang out.

As a result, the "sculpture" fell, and the hope of survival was shattered.

Fred's mind was still awake, and he shouted: "Get down!" Then he fainted from the pain.

After everyone heard it, they didn't care so much, and they all fell into the muddy water at once, regardless of what was on the ground.

They lay on the ground shivering, holding guns tightly in their hands, for fear that the enemies in the sheepfold opposite would come out and kill them.

However, Chen Jianqiu had no such plan.

After seeing that the targets had become "Voldemort", Chen Jianqiu also stopped shooting and put away his rifle.

On James' side, it was raining heavily, and they couldn't see clearly what was happening in the rain, so except for James, the two people on the second floor ran to the first floor to check the casualties and damage to the house.

There was a brief silence in the pasture, and only the sound of rain and the sounds of animals could be heard.

Rain in New Mexico comes and goes quickly.

The rain gradually lightened up, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the sun quietly revealed its face, shining through the gaps in the clouds.

The kind and kind man next to Fred first pushed him down and saved his life, and now he saved his second life.

He took out the first aid equipment from his bag and made a simple bandage for Fred, which actually stopped the bleeding!

In this day and age, there are only a handful of cowboys who carry first aid kits, and it is a miracle among miracles that they can bandage their clothes and still stop the bleeding in heavy rain.

But Fred still didn't wake up for the time being.

The other losers lost their command and were a little at a loss, but none of them dared to get up.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from a distance.

James on the second floor followed the sound and saw a group of people appearing on the horizon. At a rough glance, there were about thirty people.

Father James will probably never forget the leader.

He was once his son's best friend, but he killed him with his own hands.

This man is none other than the new Sheriff of Lincoln County - Pilot Gartler.

Message received by the Sheriff a few hours ago.

The cowboys who had left James' father did not all ignore their boss. One of them rushed to Lincoln County and told the Sheriff the news.

Upon hearing this, the Sheriff ignored the impending heavy rain and immediately called in all the police forces he could. If it weren't for the perennial chaos in Lincoln County, he might not have been able to recruit more than thirty law enforcement officers.

He knew what kind of person Fred was.

Peller was riding fast and furious along the way.

There was the person he loved most in the ranch, although that girl now regarded him as his enemy.

Pilot's men and horses approached the pasture and soon saw the mess in the pasture.

There were traces of gun battles everywhere, and half of the gable of the main house had been burned away.

"Surround this place!" Pile shouted.

The remaining dozen or so Fred's people in the ranch had never been so eager to see the police as they were now, and they immediately got up from the ground.

All of them were covered in mud and water, smelly and dirty, as if they had just dredged the river.

"Help! Sir! Help us! Sir!" They ran to the law enforcement officers as if they saw a savior. No one wanted to stay within the confines of the sheepfold for a moment longer.

Pilot looked at them with disgust, asked the law enforcement officers to hand over their guns, tied them up one by one with ropes, formed a long line, followed one by one, and took them out of the ranch.

Including Fred, who is still in a coma.

He was treated better, his hands and feet were tied up, and he was thrown onto a horse.

Chen Jianqiu opened the canvas covering his body, shook the rain off his body, and stood up from the sheep.

There are still some fine raindrops floating in the sky.

He walked back to the warehouse, threw the gun in his hand back onto the carriage, rummaged through the back of the carriage, found a set of dry clothes and changed into them.

He returned to his honest and courteous appearance, planning to wait for the police to leave before quietly driving the carriage.

He saw Father James and Emily walking out of the house, with tired faces and no excitement at all about the aftermath of the disaster.

Pile walked to the house with the doctor who came with him.

He asked the doctor to rush into the house and rescue the injured people in the house.

James walked towards the warehouse, wanting to see if Chen Jianqiu was still alive. When he passed by the police chief, he didn't even look at him.

Someone with the same attitude as him was Emily.

Pilot opened his mouth, wanting to say something to the girl, but in the end no words came out.

But the next moment, what he said shocked everyone.

He said expressionlessly:

"There are a few people left in the ranch to watch, and the rest will be taken away too!"

Second update

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