America 1881: They Call Me Legend

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

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

Pedestrians passing by will find corpses in the stronghold, or simply ruins burned by fire.

The Corinthian cowboys were gripped by fear.

They didn't even know who was attacking them.

There is only one person who knows it best, and that is Ike.

The day after he learned about the accident at the ranch from his followers, he took his younger brothers into the mountains.

Ike understands that if other members of the Corinthian Cowboys know that he has provoked the King of Hell, then Wyatt will not need to come to the door, but his "colleagues" will tear him apart first.

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

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

"We shouldn't have provoked them at that time, just leave it to the Sheriff of Tombstone. He has long been dissatisfied with Wyatt." Another cowboy wearing black overalls began to complain endlessly, "If this continues, sooner or later

It's our turn."

"Fucking you! You had a share in killing Wyatt's two brothers! You shot the lame man twice!" The drinking cowboy jumped up and shouted at the black suspenders, "You loser! Yes!"

Aren’t you scared?”

"Who the hell are you talking about?" The black overalls also stood up and glared at each other.

"I'm just talking about you, what's wrong? You trash!" The cowboy picked up the bottle in his hand and was about to throw it at the head of the black overalls.

"Shut up, everyone!" Ike yelled.

His knife tore through the meat on the grill, and the fat on the meat turned into oil and dripped into the campfire, causing flames to burst out.

Wyatt's cleanup outside Tombstone struck fear into the hearts of everyone present.

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

Ike looked around.

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

Chen Jianqiu beat four to death on the spot, Holiday beat one to death from the window, and the remaining eight followed him into the mountains.

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong.

It seems like one of these people is missing.

"Where is Diaz? Where is Diaz? Damn it!" Ike looked at the cowboys around him, "Which of you knows?"

The cowboys looked at each other.

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

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

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

"No more hiding. No matter how powerful Wyatt and Holiday are, they are only two people. There are seven of us, so why should we hide from them?"

He stabbed the knife into the piece of barbecue.

There was not only oil inside, but also blood.

So, where is Diaz?

Diaz on the edge of a railroad track.

However, he was lying on the railway track, tightly trapped by the rope, and could not move at all.

He originally ran out just because he didn't want to sink with Ike's pirate 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 into a pulp, your eyes can still see."

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

Diaz was shaking all over, his eyes were full of fear, and he was trembling and unable to say a word.

The train is getting closer.

"Okay, let's stay away so that we don't have to wait for blood and rotten flesh to splatter all over us." Chen Jianqiu stood up and said to a few people behind him.

They turned around and left.

"Huh? What does it smell like?" Sean covered his nose.

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

"Boss, he peed!" the black man pointed at Diaz on the railroad tracks.

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

Diaz was shaking all over, with a lot of tears and runny nose.

"Boss, is there a possibility that this coward was so scared that he couldn't speak?" Hanif touched his nose.

Chen Jianqiu thought about it and felt that this was indeed a possibility.

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

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

Chen Jianqiu grabbed his clothes, lifted him up from the railway track with a slight lift, and threw him into a patch of grass beside the railway track.

They dragged the thing behind a hill.

After regaining some sense, 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 what I say is a lie, you, you can kill me at any time." Diaz swore tremblingly.

So, under the leadership of Erwu 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.

The group of people decided to get off the horse and reorganize first.

Horses need to drink water, and people also need to rest.

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

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

But suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

The woods opposite were unusually quiet.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Holiday and found that Holiday's hand also touched the revolver on his waist.

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

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

Accompanied by a gunshot.

A man crooked out from behind the tree and fell directly into the water.

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

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

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

There was no cover on the river bank. Chen Jianqiu rolled backwards to avoid the bullets fired at him.

The bullets hit the shore where he was standing before, some hit the rocks on the shore, and some hit the water, causing splashes.

Before Chen Jianqiu could stand up, another gun in his hand was already handed to him, and he shot a cowboy in the head.

When he got up from the ground, both revolvers had been reset, and the two other cowboys were killed with two "pop" shots.

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

Ike suddenly found that he was alone again.

What kind of monsters are these people!

He didn't care much now, so he turned around and ran away.

But before he entered the woods, he felt like 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 toward the woods.

"Bang!"

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

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

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

Eight corpses were hung from a big tree at the entrance of the town.

They are all Corinthian Cowboys.

Among these eight corpses, one person is special.

The other corpses had a rope hung around their necks, but this corpse had two ropes hung around their necks as a special treat from 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, a former Tombstone deputy sheriff, has become Arizona's most wanted fugitive, responsible for multiple murders and arson cases across the state.

"I finally got on the bounty list."

That night, in the wilderness a few kilometers outside of Tombstone, Wyatt held a newspaper that Sean had gotten for him and sighed.

Hanif on the side was a little disapproving: "Isn't it just to be on the bounty list? It's as if no one has been on it."

"What are you going to do next?" 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 to hide where no one is."

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

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

Wyatt lowered his head and said nothing.

This Chinese man has indeed avenged himself, and his temperament of taking revenge is indeed good for him. However, there seems to be a lack of reasons.

"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 the bags into Wyatt's hand.

"Your share." He looked at Wyatt.

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

"The West needs a new order. Laws cannot solve everything. That is the meaning of our existence."

Chen Jianqiu gave the remaining cloth bags containing silver coins to Hanif and Sean, and threw the other half to Holiday.

Wyatt looked at the cloth bag in his hand and thought about Chen Jianqiu's words.

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

"Let's go!" Chen Jianqiu pulled up Black Radish's reins and whistled.

Five people and five horses galloped towards California.