America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Danny patted the barrel of the gun, and he knew the data about this gun like a treasure:

"The M1857 12-pound field gun, muzzle-loading, bronze barrel, this thing can easily destroy a column at a distance of 600 yards. People in the north call it the 'Napoleon Cannon'."

Danny was a little sad.

"At the beginning of the war, I was still a young boy. The main equipment of the Confederate Army was the M1841, which was only half the caliber. It was not until later that they replaced me with these guys."

Chen Jianqiu is now a little curious about why Clark wanted to come up with this thing. He is even more curious about why he still has a tie with the Phelps family after having this thing.

Or, no one will use it?

"By the way, the ammunition for this thing..." Danny lowered his body and rummaged for ammunition in the box next to the gun stand.

"We just moved the gunpowder launch pack out," Hanif said. At this time, his face was black and white, and he didn't know if he was moving the gunpowder.

Danny stood up straight and held a projectile in one hand. He weighed it in his hand and said, "There are both solid bullets and shotgun shells. You can do it."

He put the shells back into the box, and Asuka and Hanif carried the ammunition box out.

After they came back, several people worked together to push the cannon out.

They mounted the cannon under the wooden platform, facing Gatling's position at the farm gate.

"Do you want to open the barn door and take aim?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"No, it's about three hundred meters away. Wherever you need to aim, the position of the machine gun hasn't moved." Danny stared at the warehouse door and adjusted the elevation of the gun barrel based on his memory.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the people on both sides. Hanif looked unbelieving. It was the first time he heard that the cannon was aimed through the door.

After adjusting, Danny ran back to the ammunition depot.

When he came out, he had two poles in his hand, one of which had a hook. He wanted to throw the pole to Chen Jianqiu and Adam, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do so:

"I can handle it by myself. You guys cover me and don't let me lose my head."

He took out a fixed propellant pack from the box and stuffed it into the barrel. Then he picked up the ramrod and quickly punched the barrel a few times.

He didn't know where to find an awl, stuck it through the fuse hole, and bandaged the hole with medicine.

"Give me a solid bullet!" Danny shouted to Donnie who was next to the ammunition box.

Donnie quickly picked up a pellet, ran to Danny, and handed it to him.

Danny weighed the solid projectile with one hand, stuffed it directly through the muzzle, and hammered it down with a pole.

He returned to the back of the cannon and took out a draw tube and a draw cord from a box behind him.

Danny inserted the fire tube through the fire hole, and then hung up the fire rope. He held one end of the rope firmly in his hand.

Danny made an "OK" gesture to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu nodded and waved to the others.

Except for the injured Sean, Teresa who took care of him, and the helpless Holmes, everyone else who could hold a gun found their own bunkers.

It's getting hotter and hotter inside the granary.

Chen Jianqiu and Adam walked to the edge of the door, and they slowly opened the door of the granary.

…

Fultz looked at the farm in front of him with satisfaction, which was already in flames.

The houses of the farmers Clark had left behind were also affected, and the fire had spread to the vicinity of that house.

A gust of wind blew, and the flames licked the wooden walls and windows.

Thick smoke soon billowed out of the room, and a group of people stumbled out of the door. But when they looked around.

A look of despair.

There was nothing but fire all around. Except for the livestock shed that had been occupied by the mounted police, everything else they could see was burning.

They rush towards the door, and a barrage of Gatling bullets can ruthlessly block them back.

For a time, screams and wails echoed in the air of the farm.

Some of the mounted policemen showed unbearable expressions on their faces, but they regard obedience as their bounden duty.

Their commander, Fultz, enjoyed this feeling very much. He knew that the group of people in the granary could not hold on for long.

"Sir! The door to the granary is open!" the mounted policeman reported to Fultz, with joy in his voice, "They finally couldn't stand it any longer."

Almost all the mounted policemen looked towards the main entrance of the granary.

The fire only illuminated the area a little further inward from the door. Further inside, it was dark and nothing could be seen.

"Shoot!" Fultz ordered.

Gatling's gun barrel also turned towards the main entrance of the granary, and the shooter who had just replaced him was about to turn the joystick in his hand.

"boom!"

A loud noise was heard from inside the granary, shaking the sky and the earth.

In the eyes of the Gatling shooter, a round projectile flew out of the granary and flew in his direction.

Before he could react, the projectile grew from small to large and hit him.

The solid cannonball hit Gatling and the carriage carrying it firmly, smashing them into pieces.

The shooter on the carriage and the mounted policeman leaning against did not escape the bullet. They were hit by the projectile, which had not yet exhausted its momentum, and were "cracked" in a physical sense.

The mounted policemen were in shock. They never dreamed that there was a cannon hidden in the granary opposite.

Twenty seconds later, another loud noise came.

The mounted policemen hid in a hurry, praying that bad luck would not befall them this time.

What they faced this time was a shotgun that exploded near the door. An overwhelming amount of small projectiles and fragments enveloped them. For a moment, screams could be heard at the farm gate. The mounted policemen who were hit were all in a state of blood and flesh.

, worse than death.

"Charge!" Fultz's eyes were red, and he was unwilling to accept that everything he had carefully planned would come to nothing again.

A trooper wailed and covered his injured thigh, pulled Fultz's trousers, and begged with a look of horror on his face: "Sir, save me! Save me!"

Fultz wanted to kick him away, but the injured trooper had fallen into despair and refused to let go.

Fultz took out his gun and shot the trooper in the head. The trooper's hand was loosened, but his eyes were wide open and he was still staring blankly.

"I just want him to suffer less." Fultz waved his hands at the other troopers, "Charge! Those who killed our brothers are right there, let's kill them!"

He had gone completely crazy and had no idea what he was talking about.

The mounted police did not take any action, they all looked confused.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is not knowing why.

Fultz's adjutant, the trooper who rescued him from the bear cave, silently mounted his horse. He turned the horse's head and handed his back to Fultz.

He is no longer the hateful messenger of justice in Colorado. He is no longer worthy of his following. If he wants to shoot himself like he shot the injured trooper, then let him continue to do so.

Fultz didn't look back.

The other mounted police officers also mounted their horses and followed the adjutant away.

"They are withdrawing!" Eagle-eyed birds observed the collective withdrawal of the mounted police.

"Bring what you can, and we will evacuate too!" Chen Jianqiu took out the "Peacemaker" from Adam's waist. "Adam, you take them and evacuate first, and I will catch up later."

Soon after, several horses filed out of the granary gate and galloped towards the main entrance.

Fultz held a pistol and walked in the sea of ​​​​fire on the farm. All he could see was the granary and the Chinese man whose life or death was unknown after he was supposedly shot.

A man covered in fire ran out of a room wailing. Fultz raised his hand and fired a shot. The man fell to the ground and stopped moving.

"Is this the justice you protect, Fultz?" a voice came from behind his head.

Fultz turned around abruptly.

Wearing a dark red coat, a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, and holding a Colt revolver in his hand, who is it but Chen Jianqiu?

Fultz laughed maniacally and drew his gun.

"Bang"

There was a gunshot, and there was a bloody hole in Fultz's head.

He took two steps back, fell into the fire next to him, and was engulfed by the flames.

Chen Jianqiu didn't say a word, turned around and disappeared into the dark night.