America 1881: Legend of the West

Swearing during a fight is not a good habit.

It can stimulate your adrenaline secretion to a certain extent, but it does nothing else.

Not to mention using a single language to curse during a night fight.

The Apache warriors under Geronimo have been dealing with all kinds of beasts and enemies in the wilderness since they were young, whether it is day or night.

They have long learned to judge the direction of prey through sounds and other conditions in the dark.

They are even better in close combat at night.

But now, the members of the Hyena Gang are not aware of the danger yet.

"Damn it! You guys, have you seen dad's black and thick barrel? Daddy wants you to take another round!" A hyena gang member holding Spencer leaned against the wall and took out the bullets in the gun in one breath. Shot into the darkness on the other side.

Not long ago, there was a counterattack from the opposite side, but now there is no reaction at all.

His mind was now automatically conjuring up images of the people on the other side who had holes punched in their eyes by him, whether they were white people, Mexicans, or Indians.

When he pulled the trigger again, he found that no bullet had been fired.

The hyena gang pulled out the spring tube from the back of the gun butt and fell back.

It turned out that the bullets in the gun were empty. The blind shooting just now was very satisfying, but I didn't notice the remaining bullets in the gun.

The hyena gang searched for their own bullet belts, but couldn't find a single bullet after searching for a long time.

"Hey, Pizarro, do you have any more bullets? 55-56 bullets!" He shouted in the direction of the barrel behind him.

But no one answered, and no bullets were delivered.

"Why the hell won't you be beaten to death!" The angry gang members turned around and were about to go to the house to get the bullets, but in the darkness, a big hand suddenly pushed over.

He was pushed to the ground, and just as he was about to stand up, an ax was nailed to his body.

The ax was so powerful that it smashed him to the ground.

He screamed and frantically tried to grab the ax embedded in his chest, but a foot stepped on his shoulder, trapping him firmly.

The ax was pulled out and quickly swung down again.

This time, it hit him on the head.

After several turns, the hyena gang stopped moving.

Geronimo wiped his face, straightened up, and listened to the movements in other directions.

The screams here also alerted other members of the Hyena Gang, but almost at the same time, the screams came from several different directions.

The speakers of these screams were the ones who had scolded the most fiercely just now.

They were locked in position by the Apache warriors early on, and were either chopped down with axes or decapitated with knives. The worst one had a pitchfork pierced through his body and was destined to die beside the stable. on the pillar.

Screams came one after another, and the attacked hyena gang quickly fell into panic. They had never been so afraid of the dark.

Because no one knows from which direction in the darkness, a person will suddenly jump out, or the edge of a sharp weapon will appear directly and take away their lives.

"They are not humans, they are demons. They are integrated with the night!" A hyena gang member was so frightened that he threw away his gun and rushed out of his hiding place, running and shouting.

In the darkness, he didn't know which direction he was running, he just kept running forward.

But suddenly, his foot hit something, stumbled, and his entire upper body fell forward.

He fell to the ground and chewed a mouthful of dirt.

He struggled to sit up, groped around his side, and touched something wet and round.

The escaping gang members took out a box of matches from their arms and struck with trembling fingers.

But what appeared in the firelight was something he would never forget. A headless corpse was lying next to him. The thing he just touched was the head of the corpse that rolled to the side.

There is a braid on the back of that head.

Then, something else appeared in the firelight, the cold light of an ax blade.

The next second, his head also flew out, fell to the ground and rolled a few times, colliding with the previous head.

The one who did it was Chen Jianqiu.

He and the two Indian warriors deviated from the direction and ran towards the door unknowingly, and happened to bump into the few people who came from the door to support them.

These people were much more high-profile, running and shooting in the general direction ahead. At the same time, another person shouted a name and wanted to avenge him.

Chen Jianqiu and the two soldiers hid aside, let them pass, and then chased them from behind and dealt with them.

The braided man never understood why a man suddenly appeared behind him and chopped off his head with an axe.

The shouts and curses in the square gradually subsided. The people who had made these sounds were hacked to death, while the remaining people chose to shut their mouths, hold their weapons tightly, and hide in the corner in fear.

Hernandez, who was in the house, was also observing the situation outside the house. The gunshots became less and less frequent, and the screams became more and more frequent. Then, both voices died down.

The mine suddenly entered a state of silence.

Hernandez and the men in his house also stopped shooting blindly.

As an experienced person, he gradually felt that something was not quite right.

If it was still unclear who made those screams, those Spanish curses were gone. Based on his understanding of his subordinates, this meant one thing.

This group of people were either frightened to the point of tucking their tails between their legs, or they were so frightened that they burped.

He was still not sure how many of his gang members were left, but it was clear that his defeat was certain.

Once the opponent is sure that they have an absolute numerical advantage, they can choose to light up the entire mine again, or wait until dawn the next day to clear out the mines one by one.

I have no chance of winning.

It's better to take advantage of the darkness and run away.

Although he couldn't see anything outside now, he knew which direction the door of the house was facing. He just had to go around to the back of the house and keep walking in the opposite direction, and he would be able to reach the gate of the stronghold.

Just as he said, Hernandez bent his back, gently touched the door of the house, and then quickly walked around to the back of the house.

The old gang leader did not inform anyone else in the room.

This group of people had to stay and cover him. In addition, escaping was a skill. The more people together, the greater the chance of being discovered.

He has always been able to overcome the guilt of betraying his teammates, or that such a thing as guilt simply does not exist for him.

If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. It won't be a shame.

He has done this many times and succeeded almost every time.

This time, however, someone couldn't help it.

Da Chongming, who was in the same room, heard the sound of the door, thought for a moment, and asked tentatively.

"Boss?"

No one answered.

"Hernandez?"

Still no one answered.

"Old thing?!"

Da Congming was sure that their boss had really run away.

He suddenly felt blood surge in his chest.

So, he ran straight out of the door and shouted outside:

"Brothers, retreat! The old guy ran away again!"

However, Chen Jianqiu in the darkness raised the corners of his mouth.

This time, the old guy can't escape, it's time to blast the gold coins.

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