America 1881: Legend of the West

Haruma Yamamoto led the way.

He was wearing a sleeveless jacket, with several turns of cloth straps tightly wrapped around his forearms. He carried a machete on his shoulder and walked forward with extremely arrogant steps.

The ronin behind him had turbans on their heads, samurai swords in their hands, and fierce eyes. They would cut down Chinese people they saw along the way, and smash things they saw, as if they wanted to reward Yamada Sho.

Before Li Sifu came to report, Chen Jianqiu, who was far away in the south of the street, had already noticed the commotion in the distance.

Corn hovered in the distant sky, sending out hawk whistles.

He knew what was going on without having to guess.

Kameda Masao This is a complete set of combination punches.

First, they set fires in the middle of the night to make the Chinese people in Chinatown exhausted, and then organized personnel to conduct a raid in the morning.

Chen Jianqiu expected that the Japanese would definitely take action the next day, but he did not expect it to come so soon.

He didn't quite believe it if Kameda Masao and Genyosha didn't have any military background.

"Assemble!" Chen Jianqiu whistled.

This second batch of soldiers is different from the first batch of soldiers. Although they are also here to put out the fire, they all carry weapons.

Chen Jianqiu took a Roswell bolt-action rifle from Li Sifu's hand and walked to the front of the team.

"The second team goes to the pier to drag the machine gun over! The first team follows me and buys time for the second team!"

The soldiers followed Chen Jianqiu and rushed to the intersection in the center of Chinatown.

There is the tallest building in Chinatown - "Hong Fu Building".

When the Chinese on the street heard the commotion, they either hid in their houses or were driven around.

"Members of the sniper team follow me to the roof." Chen Jianqiu gave the order, "Everyone else relies on the favorable terrain to intercept!"

The well-trained soldiers found bunkers on the first floor and dispersed, while Chen Jianqiu climbed to the roof of Hongfu Building.

"Smash them all!" Yamamoto Haruma waved the machete in his hand and began to chop at the door panel of a roadside laundry.

After a few chops, I felt uncomfortable, so I threw away the machete and started looking around for a handy weapon.

After searching for a long time, he couldn't find it, so he simply started kicking in the door.

There is a family of three living in this laundry. The boss is a middle-aged man in his forties. He hides at the counter, hiding his wife and only daughter behind him, staring at the crumbling door.

In his hand he held an axe.

This is the only self-defense device I can find in my home.

He tried hard not to tremble, and planned to fight to the death when the person outside the door broke through, in exchange for a chance for his wife and daughter to escape.

"Boom!"

The door was finally kicked open.

Haruma Yamamoto had already seen the boss holding an ax and his daughter shivering in the corner.

The gambler's eyes flashed with evil light, and the corners of his mouth twisted.

"Hey, there's a woman!"

He subconsciously touched his waistband and prepared to rush in.

But at this moment, a gunshot was heard.

Haruma Yamamoto shrank his neck subconsciously.

He turned his head and found that not far from him, a ronin who was also preparing to break in was kneeling on the ground in pain.

The man's lower body was completely red, and his whole body was trembling.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a man, Haruma Yamamoto might have thought that this guy was his aunt.

Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out one after another.

The ronin who were busy smashing and looting became living targets and began to be shot one after another.

Yamamoto immediately gave up on the family in the house and retreated.

"There's a spear on the other side! Get out!" He shouted, and with a strong effort, he pushed a box at the door against the wall. He squatted at the corner between the box and the room, and began to observe the situation on the other side.

Yamamoto soon discovered the Chinese soldiers who shot at them.

This is not the distance that they and the rogues can attack.

Unlike other martial arts masters, Yamamoto has no arrogance in the face of a gun and is never timid.

He yelled to the back of the group: "One-Eyed! Where are you and your people? Damn it!"

Kunihiko Yoshioka himself did not appear, but more than a hundred of his spearmen stepped forward.

If those sword-wielding ronin still have the legacy of the Edo samurai, these people look exactly like Japanese army soldiers.

Their clothes were dark blue, and they wore cylindrical stiff military caps with a yellow cloth around the top of the hat brim. It was a bit like the French army's dress at that time, but it was not the least bit ugly.

If Xuanyangshe had nothing to do with the Japanese army, no one would believe it.

These people began to advance in groups and began to shoot at each other with Chinese soldiers on the other side of the street.

"Ready! Release!" A man who looked like an army officer waved his command knife and gave the order.

The spearmen fired a volley. I don't know what happened on the other side of the street, but four or five fell down on my side.

The sound of gunshots echoed in the sky over Chinatown, which was so lively that it even surpassed the Lunar New Year.

However, soon, the people in the spear team were surprised to find that they couldn't beat them at all!

The rifle they are holding is called the Murata Type 18 rifle. It is made in Japan and still uses black powder bullets. It is a single shot and has no magazine.

No matter in terms of power, rate of fire or accuracy, they are simply unable to compete with the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side who use smokeless gunpowder bullets to pull the big bolts.

In addition, Chen Jianqiu led the Chinese soldiers to seize favorable terrain in advance.

These Chinese soldiers are very familiar with fighting street battles from high to low on the streets.

The marksmanship of these people was all trained by Chen Jianqiu in Roswell with countless bullets. How could they compare to the people from the opposite spear team?

Plus there are people like Chen Jianqiu.

He secretly squatted on the second floor of the restaurant and fired cold shots.

The man who looked like an officer had his head blown during the first round of firefight. The speed at which the remaining people in the front row were named and died depended on how quickly Chen Jianqiu pulled the bolt of the gun.

The number of empty bullet casings ejected from the ground around him was visibly increasing.

Just when Chen Jianqiu was about to pack up another one and change positions, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

That feeling of dying came again.

Without hesitation, almost as an instinctive reaction, he lowered his head suddenly.

"Boom~boom!"

A bullet flew rapidly over his head and hit a chandelier on the ceiling of the room!

The chandelier fell to the ground, shattered into pieces.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the chandelier on the ground and took a breath.

This isn't the first time that Shooter's Sense has saved his life.

I was careless just now and didn't change the shooting position in time.

There are also experts on the opposite side, hiding somewhere.

But I didn't find it during the first round of scanning just now.

Now that he is locked, showing up in this position is asking for death.

Chen Jianqiu put away his gun, bent down and got out of the box, slipped into the opposite room, and came to the second sniping point.

This position was at a different angle, and we could see many ronai hiding behind the bunker diagonally below, including Yamamoto, who was sticking his butt out.

But Chen Jianqiu's target is not him.

He took a quick glance at the battlefield.

This time, Chen Jianqiu turned on the shooter mode.

Monsters and demons have nowhere to hide.

But what surprised him was that even so, the suspicious sniper on the opposite side was still not found!

Could it be that the opposite party is the same kind of ultra-long-distance killer like Camilla?

Chen Jianqiu decided to take a risk.

He turned around suddenly and fired a "bang" shot at a member of the spear squad who was shooting downstairs.

Chen Jianqiu did not pause and continued to pull the bolt to fire, knocking down several people in a row with "bang bang".

Sure enough, that feeling of dying came again.

The opponent on the opposite side found him again.

Chen Jianqiu didn't want to fight and continued to change places, but this time, he had already determined where the bullet came from.

It was a Japanese-style tower outside Chinatown.

But he still couldn't scan the outline of the opposite side, and couldn't see even the slightest shadow.

Chen Jianqiu changed positions several more times.

Basically the results are the same.

He thought about it for a while and finally figured out something.

The opponent is also a shooter like himself, and he is constantly changing his position.