America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 166 When he looked there, all he could see was his eighteen-year-old self

Under the moonlight, a group of galloping horses appeared there.

An unmanned black horse suddenly rushed out of the cavalry, its black mane flying backwards in the wind, like waves, its hooves flying, like wind and lightning, rushing towards Chen Jianqiu's direction, flying behind him.

A cloud of dust kicked up.

A loud eagle whistle sounded in the sky, and the silhouette of a huge golden eagle appeared in the full moon.

Black radish! Corn!

The detectives tried to shoot at the black horse, but the speed of the black horse was too fast, like an afterimage, and they could not hit it at all.

In the blink of an eye, Black Radish had arrived in front of Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu strode forward with his cart gun in hand, jumped up, and landed firmly on the back of the galloping Black Radish.

He whistled, and the black horse turned around and galloped parallel to the detectives' position.

Chen Jianqiu raised the Winchester 1873 in his hand.

Death has come to this wilderness again,

The hearts of the Pinkerton detectives in the front row bloomed with blood one after another, and their lives disappeared, one after another.

Lynch has quickly returned to his team members.

He saw Chen Jianqiu and the death he brought.

He took off a Springfield rifle from his horse. This gun stayed with him for many years and killed countless heroes in the West.

Lynch raised the gun in his hand, held his breath and focused, and activated the shooter mode.

His shooting status is different from Chen Jianqiu's

In his field of vision, the world gradually became smaller, until in front, only Chen Jianqiu and his dark horse were left.

His aim was fixed on the man and the horse.

He didn't believe that anyone in the West could escape his own gun.

Just when he was about to pull the trigger, the sharp sound of a bullet piercing the air suddenly reached his ears.

This is the feeling of death.

As soon as he regained consciousness, the focus in front of his eyes disappeared, and Lin Qi hurriedly dodged sideways.

"clang!"

The bullet hit the gun in his hand, and Lynch's mouth shook violently. The Springfield rifle fell out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Lynch held his painful wrist and looked in disbelief at the direction where the bullet was flying.

Not far behind Chen Jianqiu, a cowboy wearing a grey-blue shabby jacket, riding an old horse, was holding a gun in his hand, with the muzzle pointed at him.

Adam Granger was right there. He put down the gun in his hand and turned his eyes to Chen Jianqiu in front of him.

Looking at this young man galloping on a horse, his eyes are filled with the shadow of his eighteen-year-old self.

Suddenly, the unique shouts of Apache Indian warriors sounded behind them, making people wonder for a moment how many men and horses there were.

Geronimo had no intention of hiding his whereabouts. His tactical style had always been as fast as the wind and as aggressive as fire.

Before anyone arrived, the sound of horse hooves came and the sound of gunfire came first.

After a volley of shots, Pinkerton's detectives immediately laid down a few more.

Lin Qi looked solemn. He had never suffered such a big loss since he started working in the industry.

"Back! Back! Back!"

He got on his horse and gave three orders in succession. Although the detectives were reluctant, they chose to obey the order and withdrew in an orderly manner outside the town under the leadership of Lynch.

Lynch's move this time was actually a one-shot deal.

As the chief agent of the Pinkerton Detective Agency in the western states, Allen Pinkerton gave him sufficient autonomy to act.

But this does not mean that he can continue "not doing his job" without limit.

Lynch is a very ambitious man. He has long planned to start his own business. To this end, he has made sufficient plans and multiple plans.

He was bound to get this treasure, especially after reading the letter from the old mayor.

But he cannot bear the excessive personnel losses of the agents. If his boss in New York is held accountable, he will not be able to explain.

He was already on a road of no return.

Pinkerton's detectives mounted their horses as quickly as possible and withdrew in an orderly formation out of the town.

They covered each other and fired at the rear at staggered intervals to ensure continuous and orderly firepower.

Geronimo wanted to lead the soldiers in pursuit, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu:

"Let's not chase him now. I don't want any of our brothers to get hurt."

He pointed in the direction of the police station. Father James and Emily were still trapped inside.

Just after Chen Jianqiu broke through the detective agency's blockade and climbed over the courtyard wall.

Father James and the others are fighting to the death with Fred and others who are pouring out of the basement.

When they arrived at the stairs, Peller and Myers were shooting at the stairs.

Bullets were flying everywhere, making the people at the stairs opposite unable to raise their heads.

Father James looked at the corpse at the top of the stairs, and then at Pilot, who had beads of sweat on his forehead. Without saying a word, he picked up the rifles left by the fallen police officers on the ground.

He aimed in the direction of the stairs.

Now he wished he could rush directly to the opposite side, confront Fred and his henchmen on the stairs, and avenge the death of his cowboy brothers and sheep.

But reason told him that there was Emily, his daughter, behind him, so he still chose to set up the gun.

They were not in a hurry, but Fred downstairs was.

One surge of energy will make it weak, and three times it will be exhausted.

He regrets his decision now.

It was really tempting to let the wolf enter the house. I thought Thomas could paddle, but I never thought he could paddle like this.

He tricked Thomas outside.

If after a while, reinforcements from the non-existent ranches that the lawyer said did not arrive, Thomas outside would see the truth.

There's no guarantee that this guy won't come right in and kill Pailer and himself.

His half-missing ear started to hurt again.

"Come on, why don't you rush?" Fred stood on the steps with a gun in his hand, shouting at the people above, "The reward I just mentioned is valid forever."

The cowboys under him looked at each other with expressions of embarrassment on their faces.

It’s true that the bonus is high, but you have to live to get it.

The first person to rush up and get the bonus is now lying on the stairs above. His body is probably almost cold.

"There are people outside to help. We will be saved if we rush through the stairs!" Fred was moved by emotion and reason for the first time in his life. For the first time, he discovered that he was so patient.

But the cowboys still hesitated.

"Damn it, if you want to die, you can all die here. Wait until the group of people who ambushed James in the sheepfold come to rescue him, and you guys will just wait to be shot by them one by one."

Fred was talking nonsense based on his own imagination, which was purely out of spite and had the meaning of a mother teaching a disobedient child, "If you cry again, the wolf will come and eat you."

He was about to rush forward with a gun and fight to the death.

Unexpectedly, his words actually produced an inexplicable stimulus to his subordinates.

The shadow brought by the sheepfold to those people was too great, and the feeling of being forced to play a "game of death" was really suffocating.

If those people come, they will definitely die. Now if we rush forward together, there might be a chance of survival.

A group of people swarmed up and out of the staircase like a herd of wild bulls.

James and Paylor, who were guarding the stairs, were startled.

They almost subconsciously pulled the trigger in their hands.

The two people who were at the front jumped off the street as expected. They didn't actually want to be at the front, but were accidentally pushed up by the people behind who were eager to try.

When they found that their feet had stepped onto the stairs on the first floor, they no longer had to think about retreating. They could only dodge or run forward desperately.

People from behind quickly came up.

Fred used a corpse as a cover and shot James' father in the leg while he was reloading.

Father James knelt on the ground in pain.

Several people from behind rushed up.

A man pounced on Emily, who was also changing bullets. He pushed the girl down, and then planned to punch her in the young face.

"Don't touch her!" Sheriff Pilot roared angrily. At this time, he finally showed his strength as a top gunslinger in the West who is as famous as "Billy the Kid".

He shot the strong man riding on Emily, then turned the muzzle of the gun, struck the hammer, and shot off the head of a gang member who rushed towards him.

He rushed to Emily's side and helped her up.

"Leave me alone, go and save my dad." Emily said to Paler.

This was the first thing Emily said to Billy since Pilot beat him to death.

Although Sheriff Pilot had mixed feelings, he didn't have time to spend time with his children. He looked around.

The injured father James was in extremely critical condition. His leg was injured. He was also pushed to the ground and was hammered wildly by one of Fred's men.

He is almost dying.

Facing the same fate, there was another old cowboy who was the last remaining man. The gun in his hand also fell off and he was struggling to resist.

Sheriff Pilot was just about to shoot, but found that the bullets in the gun had run out, so he quickly changed the bullets. While changing, he shouted to Miles, who was still in a safe position:

"Shoot! Miles!"

Miles' hands were trembling a little. He had never seen such a formation before, and he was a little panicked. He tremblingly raised the gun in his hand.

Pilot rushed over, snatched the gun from his hand, shot each of the two strong men, knocking them down, and also shot to death a guy who passed by and ran directly towards the entrance of the corridor.

Miles was on the verge of tears. This was the second time tonight that someone had taken the gun away from him.

After Fred fired a gun and wounded James's father in the leg, he hid behind the body, but he suddenly discovered that his men were almost all lost.

So, while Piler was cleaning up his men, he aimed at Piler and fired a shot at him.

The shot hit Pyle's gun-holding arm.

His arm dropped limply and the gun fell to the ground.

Fred glanced at the ground and saw that the dead and wounded on the opposite side had basically lost their combat effectiveness. He didn't even bother to replenish his gun and ran directly towards the entrance of the corridor.

Keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood. Just run away and it's over. Goodbye to you.

But just as he rushed out of the corridor and towards the courtyard door, a voice suddenly came from behind:

"Fred, stop!"

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