America 1881: They Call Me Legend

The mounted policeman controlling the machine gun was very excited, and his adrenaline secretion increased as the number of falling bullet casings increased.

He turned the handle faster and faster, and the groom who was changing the ammunition could hardly keep up with his speed.

After another magazine was installed, the roar of the machine gun stopped abruptly after two seconds.

The speed of the hand-cranked Gatling barrel is not enough to shut down due to overheating, but it still has a problem, that is, it is prone to jamming while rotating.

Chen Jianqiu was betting on such an opportunity.

He climbed to the staircase where a piece had just been knocked off, and looked out the window along the gap between the steps and the escalator. Sure enough, he saw the complaining mounted policeman and the groom who was busy repairing.

"Bang, bang."

Two gunshots were fired, and the mounted policeman and the coachman collapsed on the carriage, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

There was another round of "cracking" shooting outside towards the house, but without the Gatling, the pressure suddenly became much less intense.

"Quick, come to the stairs!" Chen Jianqiu shouted down.

The first people to appear in front of Chen Jianqiu were Danny and Theresa, who were closest to the stairs.

Danny's face was blackened by the smoke, and his huge body made the stairs creak. He stepped across the gap in one step and went directly to the second floor.

"Are these guys going to demolish the building?" The police chief's face was still swollen. He reached down and pulled his wife up.

Following behind was Asuka, who supported Sean and ran towards the stairs while dodging bullets fired from behind.

Sean held his arms and climbed up. Chen Jianqiu grabbed his shoulders with both hands and lifted him up.

Teresa asked Chen Jianqiu for a dagger, cut Sean's sleeve, and checked the wound.

"It's okay, just a scratch from a stray bullet,"

This was not the first time that the unlucky guy Sean had been injured by a stray bullet. If the bullet had eyes, he should not be able to find the black man under such visibility conditions, but unfortunately the bullet does not have eyes.

Teresa did some simple wound treatment for the black man, and Danny carried the gun for him.

Chen Jianqiu was originally worried that the two men from the Confederate Army would throw Sean out of the window, but it seemed that the Dannys did not have any special views on black people.

Asuka also went up to the second floor. They were about to turn around and leave when suddenly a voice came from the bottom of the stairs:

"Wait, there are still us!"

Chen Jianqiu then remembered that there were two bounty hunters downstairs.

He picked up the lever rifle in his hand and prepared to kill these two people.

But when he saw Hanif's harmless comedian face at the corner of the stairs, he suddenly had the idea that these two people might be of some use.

The Gatling gun fired again, this time it was Fultz himself operating it.

The wooden staircase was smashed to pieces, and the whole staircase was about to fall down.

Hanif, who was hanging in the air, was a little embarrassed because he saw Chen Jianqiu appear at the stairs, but with a gun in his hand.

To be swept to death by Gatling or to be headshot by Winchester, that is the question.

However, Chen Jianqiu smiled at him, turned the direction of the gun, and handed the gun butt over.

"Come up quickly."

Hanif was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand and grabbed the butt of the gun. He jumped forward from the break, and Chen Jianqiu steadily grabbed his other hand and dragged him up.

Downey was dragged up in the same way as Hanif, and the two of them sat down on the floor.

"Don't think that if you save us, we will let you go." Downey expressed his attitude to Chen Jianqiu on behalf of his panting master.

Chen Jianqiu smiled again, turned away, and ignored them.

"What should we do next?" Feiniao asked Chen Jianqiu. Chen Jianqiu looked around and found that everyone was looking at him.

"Let's see if there are any other exits."

Everyone began to disperse on the second floor looking for an exit. Chen Jianqiu walked to the window of the third room and began to observe the terrain around the hotel.

Their horses were at the back of the hotel, and they could go down directly from the second-floor window, but it was a dead end, and they had to go around to the front of the hotel to get out.

But now the front door of the hotel is full of mounted police and Clark's people.

"Boss, there is a skylight in the corridor, and there is a ladder leading to the roof below." Feiniao hurried into the room and reported to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment, then ordered Feiniao and Danny: "Take Sean down from the window to the back of the hotel, untie the horses, and then listen to the noise in front of the hotel. We will lure these people away. When the time comes,

You bring your horses out, and we'll find another chance to meet up."

Then, he turned around and waved to the remaining people:

"Come on, let's go to the roof."

Downey glanced at Hanif: "Boss, do we listen to him?"

Hanif rolled his eyes: "What else?"

Everyone split up and Chen Jianqiu took the lead on the roof. He found good news and bad news.

The good news is that the houses here are relatively close to each other, so as long as they are not disabled, jumping from one roof to another should not be a big problem; the bad news is that this is a mountainous area in Colorado, with heavy snow all year round, so basically they have sloping roofs.

Not only does it make a lot of noise when you step on it, but you can easily fall down if you are not careful.

However, Chen Jianqiu couldn't care so much now. He quickly walked to a position near the street, squatted under the parapet, and carefully observed the situation below.

The following people are still shooting intermittently into the hotel. It seems that the last ambush in front of the bear cave had a great impact on Fultz. The mounted police will not step in until the building in front of them is demolished.

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Chen Jianqiu put up his gun and prepared to give these people a "gift".

He first locked in the positions of Clark and Fultz.

But an accident happened. As Donnie approached, he accidentally stepped on a loose tile.

"They're on the roof!"

shouted a sharp-eyed mounted policeman.

Before Fultz's Gatlin had time to turn around, everyone else's guns were already aimed at the roof.

Chen Jianqiu's gun fired immediately.

Clark fell off the horse on his back and lay on the ground with his arms spread out.

He died just like that, carrying his ambitions and delusions with him, an ordinary death on the streets of Pitkin.

Chen Jianqiu pulled the lever, intending to fire the second shot and kill Fultz directly, but the bullet had already flown up.

He had to end the lock and ran towards the inside.

Facts have proved that his choice was correct, because a few seconds later, with the roar of Gatling, the parapet became a thing of the past and turned into pieces of broken wood.

"withdraw!"

Chen Jianqiu put his gun on his back, took out his revolver, and jumped towards the roof of another house.

He tried his best to stay in the blind spot of the shooting angle downstairs and not expose his body or head to the muzzle of the opposite gun.

"Chase!" Fultz roared, and he also became excited.

His second-in-command was replaced by the soldier who had rescued him from the forest, who was now his adjutant; another mounted policeman acted as his groom.

The groom whipped up his horsewhip, and the carriage chased Chen Jianqiu down the street in the direction of his escape. Fultz, on the other hand, lifted Gatlin and swept at Chen Jianqiu and the others who were looming on the roof.

Sawdust and rubble were flying from the roof, and bullets flew past Chen Jianqiu's feet from time to time.

"Damn, this man is crazy!" A bullet hit Hanif's heel, shattering a wooden roof edge, and the broken wood flew towards his eyes, and he couldn't help but jump up.

, raised his arms to protect his face.

In the eyes of the mounted police, the people on the roof were beaten like monkeys by Gatling.

Spin, jump, eyes closed.