America 1881: Legend of the West

O'Neal picked up Hayden's gun from the ground and dug some more bullets out of his pocket.

He took the lead and walked on the bridge.

Since the leader charges forward, the younger brothers cannot fall behind.

A group of people followed closely behind him.

"Sir, I don't seem to see Larson. Did he and his Swedes escape from the battlefield?"

The worker following O'Neill asked while looking around.

"No, I asked him to take a long detour and cut off the retreat of the Chinese workers."

O'Neill held the gun in his hand and said steadily.

The worker was stunned.

O'Neill had no intention of letting the Chinese workers go.

He wants to kill them all!

Holly, who knew all this, stood at the back of the crowd.

He looked worriedly at the other side of the river, hoping that his boss would be safe and sound.

O'Neill led a dozen white men across the bridge.

He stared at the roof of the house closest to the river.

Ever since he led everyone across the bridge just now, no one has been seen there again.

O'Neill felt more and more that none of the Chinese workers on the opposite side should have left last night. The man just stayed here just to disgust people and delay their time!

"Rush! Don't let that brat on the roof escape!"

He roared angrily and charged forward with his gun in hand.

The dozen or so white men followed closely behind.

As O'Neal charged toward the house, he suddenly caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye.

In another place on the roof, the young man on the roof that he had been thinking about appeared again.

In his hand, he held a rifle. This rifle looked different from any gun he had seen before.

"Hit him quickly."

O'Neill pointed at Chen Jianqiu on the roof, but he hadn't finished speaking yet.

Only a loud "boom" was heard.

A huge fire appeared behind them.

A black cloud rose over the bridge. After the black cloud dispersed, O'Neill discovered that the wooden bridge had been blown into two pieces.

The white people who were swarming forward on the wooden bridge were either thrown directly into the river by the explosion, or they slipped and fell because the bridge was overwhelmed.

The river under the bridge was filled with "soaked chickens" both horizontally and vertically like dumplings.

The horizontal ones were those who were directly killed or stunned, and the vertical ones were struggling up and down in the river.

"Sir, there is indeed an ambush! He, they have explosives!"

The worker next to O'Neill held his head and looked for a place to hide.

However, at the end of the bridge, it was so bare that there was no place to hide.

"What an ambush!" O'Neill picked up the worker's collar and dragged him up. "If there was an ambush, the guns from the other side would have been fired long ago."

He pointed to the empty-looking houses ahead and to the broken bridge behind.

"Can you go back now? Huh? Hurry and rush over to me!"

On the opposite roof, Chen Jianqiu leaned against the chimney.

With that shot just now, he directly exploded the detonator.

The explosives under the bridge were detonated successfully without losing their chain.

The rifle in Chen Jianqiu's hand is the same model as Browning's previous prototype gun. It is now officially called Roswell 1885.

He pulled the bolt, took a deep breath, and ducked out from the side of the chimney.

In shooter mode, it took him half a second to find O'Neal who was running in his direction.

Chen Jianqiu pulled the trigger.

"boom."

O'Neal fell to the ground.

He lay on his back, clutching his heart.

Blood flowed from his fingers.

The second shot was to kill his coach!

The worker next to him was so frightened that he held his head and tried to run back, but was blocked by the people behind him.

These white men were the core members of Hayden's former "Ku Klux Klan" organization, and they basically all had criminal records.

They stood ready to shoot back.

However, Chen Jianqiu did not give them this chance.

After killing another white armed man, he flashed back to the back of the roof again.

The white men had no choice but to shoot toward the roof while rushing toward the house.

Every time Chen Jianqiu ducked out from behind the roof, he would take the lives of one or two white people.

By the time the group of white people rushed under the house, only six people were left.

The leader clung to the wall and walked around to the back of the house.

They kept their heads up the whole time, guns pointed at the roof.

As soon as he saw the person behind the roof, six guns were fired at the same time. Even if someone failed to shoot accurately, there would be more holes in that person's body.

However, when they suddenly turned the corner, they discovered that

There is no one on the roof.

"Here it is!"

Chen Jianqiu and the dozen or so Chinese workers who had been lying in wait suddenly rushed out from the corner of the house and even nearby houses.

A white man who was still looking up at the roof was slashed in the neck by Chen Jianqiu who was standing close.

Lei Youqing, who had white hair and beard, roared loudly, swung the ax and hit a white man on the head.

The white man turned around and tried to avoid, but was hit on the shoulder. He endured the pain and ran away, but was chased by the old miner and was hit to the ground with an axe.

A young Chinese worker hugged a white man by the waist and pushed him against the wall.

While the white man tried his best to keep himself from falling to the ground, he hit the young miner on the back with the butt of his gun.

The young miner's back hurt, and his throat felt fishy and sweet.

But he gritted his teeth, hugged the white man's waist and refused to let go, using all his strength to suppress the enemy.

After Chen Jianqiu killed an enemy, he pulled out his revolver and shot the white man in the head.

The remaining white people were also besieged.

Hoes and shovels were thrown at their heads and bodies.

The attack was so sudden that the white men did not react.

They fired only three shots in the entire process, two of which were misfires.

Except for a young miner whose arm was grazed by a bullet, everyone else was intact!

Soon, these white men became six corpses on the ground.

"Quickly, take their guns and bullets and go to the back! Mine No. 3!" Chen Jianqiu picked up the gun on the ground and handed it to Lei Youqing's hand.

"I'll fuck the foreigners here with you!" The old miner's eyes were filled with embarrassment and murderous intent.

"It's enough for me here alone. The bridge collapsed and they won't be able to get through for a while!" Chen Jianqiu said, "But there may be people on the other side of Well No. 3."

He pointed to the swarming crowd on the other side of the river.

"I clicked. Compared with the people who gathered yesterday, there are a lot less people on the opposite side. Either these people have backed down, or they have taken our back path."

Chen Jianqiu looked in the direction of Well No. 3.

"I hope it's the former, but currently, the latter is more likely."

Lei Youqing didn't say any nonsense and rushed towards the No. 3 shaft with his gun and the young miners.

Chen Jianqiu himself climbed onto the roof again.

On the other side of the river, there was a tangled mess of whites who were blocked on the other side of the bridge.

Some of them were busy rescuing people who fell into the water, while others were covering their wounds and wailing.

Some still raised their guns and shot towards the other side of the river.

However, due to the range, it had little effect.

These white people witnessed O'Neill and his followers on the other side of the river never to return, and their entire army was annihilated.

And they could do nothing except yelling curses on the other side of the river and firing a few symbolic shots to show their incompetence and rage.

A Chinese cowboy standing on the roof and a group of Chinese miners hiding in the shadows under the house blocked them from the Chinese residential area.

Several people couldn't help it and wanted to swim across the river.

But Chen Jianqiu appeared on the roof again.

This time, he didn't kill him, but playfully aimed at the hat of the person who jumped into the water.

After a few hats were blown off, most of the white people who went into the water returned to the shore honestly.

The white people were unwilling but helpless.

The inner foundation of more miners was deeply shaken.

What if you say you are weak and can be bullied? Did they say they would just run away? What about being like a flock of sheep?

But now, not only can these sheep kill people, they can also use explosives to blow up bridges!