America 1881: Legend of the West

Thurston was shot through the head by Kameda Masao.

Until his death, he never imagined that in this dark night, the opponent would be able to kill him with one shot.

The white militiamen who lost their leader quickly retreated backwards, leaving a large gap in front.

"President, let's break out!" Haruma Yamamoto pushed the queen forward.

Kameda Masao said nothing and walked quickly at the front with his gun in hand.

But after not taking two steps, he stopped and turned back quickly.

"What's wrong? President?" Haruma Yamamoto asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"There is an ambush ahead, let's take the back door of the village!" Kameda Masao kept walking.

He paid no attention to the screams and shouts coming from the other end of the stronghold and walked quickly towards the back of the stockade without looking back.

There is indeed someone on the gatehouse ahead.

Chen Jianqiu and a team of people with guns were already ambushing there.

He had just picked up Sean, and sent two people to send Sean and the others out, while he stayed here to stay.

Except for the two holes opened by the bombardment, it stands to reason that this is the only way to leave.

Chen Jianqiu stood in the shadow and activated the shooter state.

But the moment he saw Kameda, Kameda raised his head and then turned around and ran away.

This surprised Chen Jianqiu.

Is it possible that in addition to the one-eyed dragon Yoshioka Kunihiko, Kameda Masao also has a talent as a shooter?

This is interesting.

I didn't expect that the little Xuanyang Society would have such a sleeping dragon and a phoenix chick. No wonder they dared to rebel.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment, and then ordered to the soldiers of the Longxiang group around him: "You rush to the back door to find cover, and fire your guns at will. But remember, no one is allowed to show his head, otherwise he will die."

The soldiers took the order and left.

Chen Jianqiu slowly walked down from the gate tower.

Kameda Masao and a group of people, led by Kameda, walked towards the small gate behind the stockade.

Their speed was not fast. Firstly, the Queen kept being pushed staggeringly, and secondly, Kameda kept using his vision at night to search for enemies in front of him.

"President, why don't I run away with this old lady on my back." Haruma Yamamoto complained that the Queen was walking too slowly.

"Do you want the Queen to take a bullet for you?" Kameda Masao said angrily, "It's still useful if I keep her."

"There are almost no people left, but this old woman is still left." Yamamoto Haruma muttered in a low voice, so low that only he could hear it.

But Kameda probably didn’t hear it.

He walked on.

But soon, his footsteps stopped again.

"There seems to be an ambush on the other side." Kameda frowned, "But it doesn't seem like there is one."

Haruma Yamamoto was a little crazy.

"Um, is that yes or no?" he asked.

"I feel like someone is hiding behind the bunker." Masao Kameda rubbed his eyes.

"But President, we have no choice but to rush. This is the only way left!" Haruma Yamamoto stood awkwardly.

"Come on, don't be afraid, if the other side dares to show their heads, I will let them die!" Kameda Masao held a gun in his hand and commanded the boxer.

The boxer looked at Kameda Masao's gun with a sad face and cursed in his heart.

"Why don't you let these bastards come in?" He pointed at several other Japanese soldiers.

"You have martial arts skills and fast legs and feet, so you are more suitable." Kameda Masao said in a cold voice, "Besides, you get the most money from me."

At the same time, he turned his head and glanced at the Japanese gunmen behind him who were gloating about their misfortune: "You can't run away either. We'll get here one by one later."

Yamamoto Haruma had no choice but to walk out of the bunker and rush towards the wall.

The Chinese soldiers on the wooden wall had heard the movement.

They followed Chen Jianqiu's instructions and did not leave the bunker. Instead, they raised their semi-automatic rifles and fired several bursts in the direction of the sound.

The Grand Master didn't need to be reminded by the people behind him, he just lay on the ground holding his head.

Kameda heard the gunshot and instantly turned out of the bunker.

However, he did not find the shooter. He only saw a few gun barrels on the opposite side.

Kameda vented his anger and fired several shots at the positions of the gun barrels. The bullets hit the bunker, changed their trajectory, and failed to penetrate.

And those gun barrels also retracted.

Kameda thought it was because he was slow.

He waved at Haruma Yamamoto, who was lying on the ground.

However, the grand master lay flat on the ground with his head on the ground, not even daring to stick out his butt, and couldn't see Kameda's movements at all.

"Get up and keep moving forward!" Kameda Masao shouted.

His roar did not make Haruma Yamamoto stand up, but instead caused him to be locked by another hunter in the shadows.

Chen Jianqiu appeared in the direction behind him.

People who rely too much on their shooter talent will have a problem, that is, they trust their own eyes too much.

And there are no eyes on the back of the head.

Chen Jianqiu raised his gun, pointed at Kameda Masao who was squatting in the corner of the house, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang" sound.

Kameda Masao was shot open by a bullet, his head tilted, and he fell limply to the ground.

He and his enemy Thurston were killed by the same type of gun.

The Japanese soldiers following Kameda did not realize that their leader had been killed in the dark night, nor did they realize that there was a killing god behind them, so they were still shooting blindly straight ahead.

Chen Jianqiu began to name people one by one.

As the gunshots in his hand rang out, the Japanese soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

As the number of bullets they fired at the Longxiang group soldiers decreased, the Chinese soldiers also chose to fight back less, but they still strictly followed Chen Jianqiu's orders and did not reveal their heads.

The night gradually became quiet.

Yamamoto Haruma, who was lying on the ground, felt that something was not right about the atmosphere.

Why is there no movement?

The grandson of Kameda Masao wouldn't leave him alone here and run away with others, right?

The Grand Master raised his head.

The surrounding light was still very dark, only the fire on the other side of the stronghold illuminated it.

Haruma Yamamoto touched the ground beside him and touched a piece of wood that was either broken or was there originally.

He carefully lifted the stick and waved it in the air.

No one paid any attention to him.

The Grand Master secretly said something bad.

As expected, these grandsons left.

He quickly got up from the ground and ran in the direction he came from.

But after taking a few steps, his pace stopped abruptly.

In the light of the fire, a man was untying the queen's rope and removing the sack from her head.

He had met this man in the teahouse.

It's Chen Jianqiu.

Apparently, Chen Jianqiu also saw him.

"I thought everyone was dead." Chen Jianqiu looked at Haruma Yamamoto with a smile on his face.

The firelight elongated his figure and reflected it on the wooden wall. In such an atmosphere, it looked particularly terrifying.

And Haruma Yamamoto was also creeped out by his smile.

"I picked nine martial arts schools in Chinatown, and no Chinese martial arts master was my opponent." He shouted to Chen Jianqiu, trying to arouse his competitive spirit.

"Compared with Japanese martial arts, Chinese martial arts are vulnerable. I know you are a martial arts practitioner. I will give you a chance. Let's have a competition!" The grand master took a small step forward and gestured with his hands in front of and back. He touched his chest and at the same time hooked Chen Jianqiu.

However, he was answered by a gunshot.

Haruma Yamamoto fell to the ground, bleeding from the wound on his head.

After Chen Jianqiu's golden revolver spun a few times, it returned to the holster on his waist.

He shook his head at the Grand Master's corpse:

"Sorry, I'm not interested. I'm busy."