America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Larkfield's farm is in the south of Pitkin County. Chen Jianqiu and Feiniao left the town from two directions.

After leaving the town, there was a wilderness. It felt like early autumn in Colorado at this time. Clumps of sage covered both sides of the road, rising and falling with the cool night breeze in the mountains.

The clouds in the sky had been blown away by the night wind. Chen Jianqiu looked up at the sky. The large square of Pegasus hung in the southwest corner of the night sky.

I should be on the west side of the town now.

Shouts and whistles came from behind, and Chen Jianqiu looked back.

A dozen cowboys were chasing after her on horseback like crazy, with lanterns hanging in front of their horses, and even more, waving torches in their hands.

They have tried this posture repeatedly, and many people being chased will become timid because of their wolf-like posture.

But Chen Jianqiu is obviously not.

In his opinion, Mr. Guan's words describe this behavior of holding a torch in the dark very aptly.

Insert the first bid.

He counted the cowboys.

No more, no less, exactly thirteen.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and shot, directly hitting the cowboy waving a torch in his hand.

One second the cowboy was still howling, and the next second he was rolling to the ground with a torch.

"He's over there!" A long-haired cowboy at the front pointed directly ahead, where the bullets came from.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw only a vague black shadow moving quickly, like a horse, but where was the person on the horse?

They had no choice but to pull out their guns and shoot indiscriminately in the direction of the black shadow.

Chen Jianqiu was already lying on the horse's back. Viewed from behind, he had almost merged with the black radish.

The bullets were flying at ridiculous angles, and the cowboys' formation was undisciplined. They were in twos and threes, unable to effectively support each other.

Chen Jianqiu turned sideways and locked eyes on those guys who were carrying lanterns in their hands or hanging on the horse's chest.

This time there are two.

"Bang, bang."

Two gunshots were fired, and the head of the one he was holding blossomed with the horse lantern; and the remaining one, the lantern shattered and the horse fell, and the cowboy on the horse fell heavily to the ground and was crushed by his own horse. .

He desperately tried to pull his legs out from under the horse's body, but the horse didn't know whether it fainted temporarily or was directly hit in the vital part, and it didn't move at all.

The sound of hoofbeats came from behind. The cowboy turned his head and was horrified to find a horse charging towards him.

The cowboy driving the horse was caught off guard and wanted to pull up the reins to let the horse jump over the man in front.

But his horse could no longer stop and stepped on the cowboy's face with a hoof.

The cowboy's face sunken, and then blood splattered everywhere, and the flesh and blood molded into the lake, as if he had crushed a piece of watermelon.

"His gun is so accurate!" The long-haired cowboy who rushed at the front felt a little cold on his spine. He was also an old cowboy. He had seen awesome people, but in the dark, on horseback, he still couldn't. The one who can fire bullets without missing a beat.

Unheard of.

He suddenly realized that his horse was fast, which didn't seem to be a good thing.

"This time I am chasing at the front." Chen Jianqiu was drunk and in good condition.

He leaned out halfway, took a deep breath, and his eyes became bright again.

There were three people rushing at the front of the team. In addition to the long-haired man at the front, there were one on the left and one on the left. One of them was raising his gun and aiming in the direction of Chen Jianqiu. The other left the road directly and was about to face him from the side. carry out an attack.

Chen Jianqiu could even clearly see the long-haired man's hair rising and falling with the ups and downs of the horse's back, and the hesitant look on the long-haired man's face.

Three gunshots were fired.

The bullet shattered the long-haired man's cheek, and a splash of blood flowed backward onto his long hair that was fluttering in the wind, dyeing it red.

The three men fell off their horses in response, and no one made a sound.

Chen Jianqiu looked ahead and suddenly felt that the road in front of him was a bit familiar.

A river and a small wooden bridge appeared in front of him.

Isn't this the road leading to Sheriff Danny's house? Isn't this bridge the same bridge that I passed earlier and is said to be Danny's masterpiece?

"Let's go, Black Carrot." Chen Jianqiu rode his horse and rushed towards the bridge.

But the cowboys chasing behind didn't seem to want to chase anymore. They had just witnessed the tragic situation of the unlucky guys in front of them.

I came here to seek money, not to die. The person being chased must have witchcraft or be possessed by a demon to be able to shoot so accurately in such dark conditions. Maybe that person can control the flight of bullets.

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Catching demons is the business of priests and exorcists, not cowboys like them.

Thinking of this, these cowboys started to think about quitting.

They involuntarily slowed down their pursuit. No one wanted to be shot in the head like the long-haired man.

There is a bridge in front of him. The man must have already crossed the bridge, and he won't be able to catch up.

Wait, what is that on the bridge?

A man was sitting upright on a horse, facing them. Under the starlight, his face could not be seen clearly under his wide-brimmed cowboy hat. He had a gun on his shoulder and was motionless.

In normal times, the cowboys would have come with a burst of gunfire.

But at this time, they could not lift the gun in their hands. They had a feeling that no matter how fast they took out the gun, even if they fired first, the person opposite would kill them first.

Moreover, if he dares to stop here like this, there must be an ambush behind him.

There were already cowboys observing the situation under the bridge and on the other side of the river. They wanted to find where the reinforcements were hidden on the other side.

"What is thirteen minus six?" The man on the bridge suddenly spoke.

The cowboys hesitated, and the horses beneath them became restless and wheeled back and forth.

"Let me ask you, what is thirteen minus six?" Chen Jianqiu's voice suddenly became louder. The black carrot under him raised his head high, and a scream pierced the night sky.

The cowboys looked at each other, and one cowboy suddenly turned his horse around and ran away.

He suddenly discovered that there were exactly seven people left on his side.

The cowboys were about to flee, but maybe it was because of Black Carrot's neighing that their horses went completely crazy.

They began to run wildly, not caring about the master on their backs.

Chen Jianqiu took off the gun from his shoulder. He was getting more drunk. The sky was vast in his eyes and there was no dust in his heart.

Seven gunshots later, Winchester's putter made a soft click.

The barrel of the gun was empty, and everything beside the bridge was silent.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the body lying on the ground. He glanced in the direction of Pitkin County, but no other pursuers were following him.

Strange, where are Fultz and his Mounties?

Chen Jianqiu suddenly thought of something. He picked up several revolvers, long guns, and some bullets from the corpses of the cowboys.

He whistled, and Black Radish, who was drinking water by the river, ran over.

Chen Jianqiu inserted the gun in front of the horse and hung the others on the edge of the saddle. He mounted the horse and headed south along the river towards Larkfield Farm.

On horseback, he checked the condition of each gun one by one and filled their magazines.

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"Sir, I don't think those cowboys can handle Chen Jianqiu," the adjutant said to Fultz. He was not optimistic about these rabble.

After pursuing for several hundred meters, his commander calmed down and led them to the south of Pitkin County.

"It doesn't matter. He won't escape unscathed. I want them all to be wiped out at Larkfield."

Fultz dismounted from the carriage and mounted his horse again.

He took out his spear.