Start with a Cat and Mouse Game

It didn't take long for the four men in the trenches to return to the small town police station. Just after 5:30 in the morning, a phone call came in.

Not surprisingly, the call came from someone from Canyon Ranch.

But Barney called Li Changheng's wooden villa in the town and the airport outside the town, and he said to Stone in relief.

"The BOSS is at the airport outside the town, and you and the blade will guard him."

"Understood", Stone nodded, changed his uniforms with Blade, and drove out to the airport.

Ten minutes later, when the other three police officers in the town arrived at the police station, a dozen villagers with guns and cowboy hats also came outside the police station.

I don’t want to face the Mexicans head-on, and I don’t want to see any more casualties in the trenches, so I can only go out and say to everyone, "I have notified the state police, border patrol police and FB1, they will take care of this."

"This can't be done," someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "If you don't fight back, the group of Mexican flour sellers in the future will think that we are all cowards, and come wherever they want.

Once the purchasers in other places know that we often have readers and sellers, they might not be willing to send cars over to purchase crops and beef cattle.

If things are not sold, the lives of those of us will be more difficult.

Sheriff, you must take us to teach those Mexicans a lesson. "

This remark was immediately approved by everyone.

Everyone knows that the small town depends on agriculture and animal husbandry for its survival, and the purchaser is unwilling to come, so they have to send it out by themselves.

But as a result, costs increase, farmers and ranchers earn less money, and fewer people are hired.

If everyone has no money, the businesses of those merchants in the small town will also be affected.

Moreover, the readers often come and go here, and they will definitely provoke some gray gangs and gangsters.

The public security problem will also worsen, and then it will be a vicious circle. In the end, the unemployed will have to leave the town.

The smaller the population, the lower the tax revenue. The small town police station cannot maintain 5 people as police officers, and public security continues to deteriorate.

Then the town of Sonno, like many border towns, was abandoned by the surrounding farmers and ranchers, and sent their business and crops to other towns to sell.

Therefore, as long as the residents of the town and the merchants whose customers are cowboys are not stupid, they will definitely help the cowboys in trouble.

Besides, these cowboys themselves are children who grew up in small towns.

Not to mention working hard for others, but it's okay to use a gun to build momentum.

And these people are not stupid. After decades of staying in border towns, it is clear that those who sell flour are more afraid of US law enforcement agencies.

Now that they have been smashed by the cowboys, in the hearts of the town residents, this group of people must have already drove off the road at this time.

The more people go at this time, on the one hand it shows that everyone is united.

On the other hand, it can also create that the whole town will mobilize when something happens to scare those who sell flour, as well as the gray gangs, gangsters, and the like, not dare to come back in the future.

Driven by interests, plus those who have only been in 69 years and have not experienced the information explosion era, whether they are Asians or Europeans, they still retain a more or less simple and rustic sense.

Not to mention that the town of Sono was originally a border town. One or two hundred years ago, the gun was used to guard against wild beasts, robbers and Mexicans.

At this time, the only targets with guns were those Lao Mo who had smuggled here, as well as flour merchants.

Even if some people have other ideas and some are timid, at least they have to maintain a superficial unity.

Trench and Barney glanced at each other, and in the end they could only persuade everyone not to take risks, but did not stop the name of the town following the police car in their actions.

Fortunately, the two of them knew that the Mexican was in the gorge, and when they were a few kilometers away, they parked their car under a hillside.

Climb up the hillside and start to observe with the telescope.

Trenches and Barney acted carefully and cautiously, but the cowboys who assembled and rode on their horses were not so lucky.

More than 30 cowboys on the six farms and ranches around, two or three kilometers away from the canyon, were frightened by the sound of automatic rifles and quickly dismounted and lay on the ground.

If it weren't for this group of Mexican students who had obtained Juan's order, they would try not to kill people if they could.

In this ambush alone, five of the FNL assault rifles that mercenaries liked most during the 60s and 70s could kill or maimed at least five cowboys.

When the cowboys discovered that only 5 horses had been hit and no one was injured or killed, they actually started to fight back because it was God blessing.

The frustrating fact is that when there are only a few M16s brought from the ranchers against enemies at a distance of more than 3 or 400 meters, the part-time job is to burn fire sticks.

The FNL, which uses the 7.62×51mm standard ammunition, is not only powerful, but also has higher accuracy at long distances than the second-generation assault rifle like the M16.

If you pretend to be a scope, FNL is a precision rifle with a sniper flavor.

The five Mexicans lying in ambush on the hillside did not hit people, but used horses as targets.

Often one or two shots can make a horse lie on the ground without moving.

If it weren't for the many people on the cowboy side who used Garland or M700 hunting rifles, and had the ability to counterattack, they would probably have to surrender or run away with their backs to the muzzle.

There was a burst of random guns, and when more than 30 cowboys were scattered and started to encircle, there were two more bunkers in the distance. There were fierce gunfire.

FK.

Cowboys who often hunt, hear the sound and know that the enemy has been dispersed long ago, and a group of several people occupying favorable terrain, waiting for their group to die.

Moreover, this time there is no longer any casualties, at least five or six people have been shot.

Those who went directly to see God were relieved. Those who were hit in their hands, feet, or stomachs would face severe pain and blood loss while not dying.

"Ray, what shall we do?"

"Sheriff, please go and save them."

Residents of the small town who stayed with the trenches saw their relatives or friends being surrounded by people and suppressed under stones or earth pits, and they could only expect the trenches to wait for 5 police officers to save their lives.

At least for some people who have the courage to rush to help, they also hope that the trenches and other police can take the lead.

Trenches and Barney suddenly grew big.

If you are in a jungle or a town, you are confident enough, and you have the ability to sneak attacks, shoot black guns, ambush and kill more than a dozen.

But in this plain area ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ no matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to shoot at a dozen precision rifles.

It's no different from looking for death.

After thinking about it, in the end I only thought of using a vehicle as a cover, first to take the person out of the encirclement.

With some small town residents who volunteered to help, they heard the sound of "sizzling" from the walkie-talkie of the police car as soon as they ran down the hill.

"This is the Sono Air Patrol, this is the Sono Air Patrol, please answer when you hear it, and please answer when you hear it."

As soon as I heard the trench, I knew it was the voice of Li Changheng.

But this time he didn't worry about Li Changheng's safety. After all, if the rifle hits a fighter in the sky, the probability of hitting is not high, let alone destroyed.

"Air Patrol, Air Patrol, this is Sheriff Ray Owens, over."

"Do you need help, sheriff".

Li Changheng, who was driving the P51, said with a smile, "The fighter has already carried a full 1,880 rounds of live ammunition, requesting authorization to attack."