America 1881: Legend of the West

Gunfire rang out from behind Fred again, and he suddenly discovered that no matter which direction his men were facing, there would always be someone attacking from behind.

In other words, he was flanked.

"Don't worry about the back, deal with the ambush in the sheep first!" Fred wiped his face and gave the order loudly.

But when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of rainwater poured directly into his mouth, making his words unclear.

As a result, his order was quickly drowned out by the sound of rain and gunshots.

Fred was still shooting sheep frantically, but his men wavered.

Maybe they think it's unseemly to shoot at a herd of sheep in a rainstorm, or maybe their boss looks crazy.

They now also have doubts about what their boss said before.

How could there be only a few people guarding this ranch!

Not to mention the people in the room behind him were shooting at him right now; there were at least five or six enemies on the other side of the sheepfold, and they didn't know where they were hiding.

The boss must have fallen into a trap.

Taking a lead bullet in the rain is no joke. If you get caught in a little rain, ten lives won't be enough.

They all ran towards nearby places where they could take shelter from the rain, such as warehouses.

The only one who still had some conscience ran to Fred's side, took Fred's arm and ran to the warehouse.

"Let go! What are you doing?" Fred didn't appreciate it. He shook his hand and broke away from his subordinate's arm.

But he exerted too much force, tilted his body, and stepped into a pile of sheep dung next to him that was soaked by the rain.

"F~UCK!" Fred's anger reached the extreme!

But soon, he discovered that this unconscious action saved him.

A bullet hit the shell of his ear.

Severe pain came from his right ear. He touched it in panic, but found that he could not touch his ear.

He stretched out his right hand in front of his eyes and found that his palm was filled with rain mixed with blood.

Then, his men threw him to the ground and lay on his stomach.

Fred's face touched the rain-wet soil.

He found that half of his ear was lying on another pile of sheep dung not far from him, letting the rain wash away.

"Ouch~~~" Fred covered his ears and shouted in pain.

But he should feel lucky. If it hadn't been for the mistake just now, it wouldn't have been his ear that was knocked off, but his head.

Gunfire rang out in the sheepfold again, and the attackers didn't seem to intend to just let Fred's men go.

They were holding their hats and running to the house to take shelter from the rain. The mistake was that they turned their butts towards the sheep.

The two people who had the most fun killing the sheep just now, one after the other, were beaten into sugar haws and fell headfirst into the muddy water.

Before they died, their heads turned just in Fred's direction.

The rain was hitting the ground, splashing mud flowers. Through the mud flowers, Fred saw two pairs of eyes that were fixed on him.

Fred's men ran and looked in the direction of the sheep.

At this time, the rain curtain hung from the sky like curtains, and the visibility was very poor. They still could not find where the attack came from.

Only Fred saw it.

His face was pressed to the ground, and among the densely packed lamb legs, he vaguely seemed to see a pair of boots.

But the boots quickly disappeared, lost among the piles of white lamb legs and buttocks.

No one slowed down because they looked back.

The sheepfold is like a terrifying eyeball. As long as it looks at it, it will take away life.

They just hope they can run faster and reach a safe place as soon as possible.

But the three shots that followed told them, "As long as you run faster than the last person, you can escape death." This sentence is not applicable today.

It was not the last person who died, but the three fastest runners.

The one at the front had already stepped into the warehouse door with one foot, and then he was shot in the heart.

He fell to the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair.

One step, just one step, and he would be able to avoid that life-threatening sheepfold.

The first three people were killed, but this did not stop the remaining people from their desire to survive. They ran forward desperately.

However, this dense rain curtain did not seem to hinder the people in the sheepfold, and their sight seemed to be able to penetrate directly through the heavy rain. The shots are accurate and deadly.

Five more people fell "before dawn."

On the contrary, the slow-legged people behind were still alive, and they even deliberately slowed down their pace.

After three more people were knocked down, the remaining people did not dare to move anymore. They stood in the rain like puppets, being washed away by the rain.

The gunfire suddenly stopped.

The sharp pain in Fred's ears made him miserable, but what made him even more desperate was that he found that the people who attacked them in the sheepfold did not take them seriously at all.

It was a slaughter, just like the slaughter they had just taken of the sheep.

They are definitely playing a game, playing with the people on their side.

They want to tell themselves that whoever they want to die can be killed; and their people can die when they want them to die.

While the ashen-faced Fred was still thinking, a "sheep" suddenly moved in the center of the flock.

Chen Jianqiu pulled up the big white canvas on his head again.

His legs were a little numb when he was squatting, and the smell of the sheep around him was a bit strong.

The rain was so heavy that this tattered canvas was still no match for the rain-proof materials of later generations. His trousers and upper body were completely soaked.

This canvas covers the loneliness from the rain.

The thirteen rounds of bullets in the gun were finished. He took out the bullets and reloaded them.

Then, Chen Jianqiu raised the canvas on his head again, turned on the shooter mode, and continued to target Fred's henchmen.

But he suddenly discovered that these people were standing in the rain as motionless as sculptures, not knowing what they were doing.

"baffling."

Chen Jianqiu was too lazy to think about what these people were thinking. It was better to hit a fixed target without spending too much energy.

Continuous gunfire rang out.

As a result, the "sculpture" fell, and the hope of survival was shattered.

Fred's mind was still conscious, and he shouted: "Get down!" Then he fainted from the pain.

After everyone heard it, they didn't care so much. They all fell into the muddy water at once, regardless of what was on the ground.

They lay on the ground shivering, holding guns tightly in their hands, for fear that the enemies in the sheepfold opposite would come out and kill them.

However, Chen Jianqiu had no such plan.

After seeing that the targets had become "Voldemort", Chen Jianqiu also stopped shooting and put away his rifle.

On James' side, it was raining heavily, and they couldn't see clearly what was going on in the rain. So except for James, the two people on the second floor ran to the first floor to check the casualties and damage to the house.