America 1881: Legend of the West

Niu San and his militiamen rushed out of the cornfield like tigers descending from the mountain.

In the ditch, federal soldiers were stunned by grenades.

Some of them didn't even know which direction the attack was coming from before they were knocked to the ground by the explosion.

The dust that was kicked up rushed towards them and covered their faces.

A soldier stood up unsteadily from the ground.

The world in front of him was shaking, and there was no sound except a sharp buzzing in his ears.

"Franz! Franz!" The soldier shook the dirt on his head and called another soldier's name.

But as soon as he staggered a few steps forward, he tripped over something.

The American soldier looked down and found that the "Franz" he was looking for was lying at his feet. His face was covered with blood, and he could only breathe out, not in.

He knelt down and picked up the rifle that had fallen to the ground.

But when he raised his head again, he found a Chinese soldier falling from the sky, jumping into the ditch, and standing in front of him.

The American soldiers hurriedly raised their rifles and prepared to shoot.

But he never thought that the Chinese soldier on the opposite side raised his hand and fired two "bang bang" shots in his direction without even thinking.

In his hand was a shotgun.

This gun looks different from all previous shotguns. It uses a long recoil barrel design and fires No. 20 shotguns.

The most important thing is that it can shoot continuously and is a semi-automatic shotgun.

Commonly known as "continuous spraying".

Needless to say, this is also Browning's masterpiece.

This outstanding gunsmith worked tirelessly to design various automatic and semi-automatic weapons, for no other reason than to meet Chen Jianqiu's "faster and more powerful" requirements.

He named the gun "AUTO-5."

Niu San and his assault soldiers were equipped with this weapon. It was originally intended for them to fight the enemy in the cornfield, but they never thought that the battle would take place directly in the ditch.

The power of semi-automatic shotguns becomes even greater.

Under trolls, everyone is equal for life; but if they are trolled continuously, even God will lose their skin in the trenches.

The American soldier who was hit quickly fell to the ground.

His chest had been blasted open, his flesh and blood were bruised, and he could not survive.

The Chinese soldiers did not stop and went straight along the ditch with their guns in hand to find their next prey.

Scenes like this happen everywhere in the canal.

Among Wiltord's soldiers, except for the colonel himself, who had some experience in close combat with Indians, the others were all rookies among rookies.

After they tragically experienced a baptism of grenades, they were overtaken by Chinese soldiers carrying spray guns.

Wiltord's reaction was faster than that of his subordinates.

He soon spotted a Chinese soldier moving in his direction.

After all, the ditch is not a trench. If you don't bend down and move inside, it is still easy to be discovered.

The colonel hid in the corner, leaning against the mud wall.

He took out the revolver from his waist, and when the Chinese soldier appeared at the corner, he shot the daredevil in the back.

The Chinese soldier fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Wiltord was just about to reset the hammer and take another shot, but suddenly a gray-haired Chinese man suddenly rushed out from the corner.

The continuous spray in Niu San's hand sounded four times in a row without mercy.

When he stepped out of his position, he aimed at the corner where the colonel was hiding.

Niu San had just ducked and followed behind the soldier in front.

He was just about to remind the young man in front of him to bend down and search for something, but he never thought that the latter had been ambushed.

Each of these four bullets hit the colonel.

Wiltord was beaten into briquettes without even making a sound, and was left exhausted in the corner.

Niu San walked forward, squatted down, and found the leather ID tag from the chest pocket of Wiltord's clothes.

"Oh, he's still a high official." Niu San looked at the sign and curled his lips.

He stuffed the ID tag into his pocket, then took another look at the colonel's body, and then continued to look for the enemy.

There is still fierce fighting on the cornfield side, but the situation on the farm is already showing a one-sided trend.

The American soldiers who were blocked in the farm quickly lost their fighting spirit.

They had never seen such fierce firepower in their lives.

Generally, if a troop's casualties reach 30%, it will cause morale to collapse, but this troop that came for robbery and killed its commander obviously didn't need so many.

Under the hellish fire suppression, these soldiers were completely unable to organize a decent resistance.

They have no other thoughts except survival.

If this continues, the battle on the farm will turn into a one-sided massacre!

But Chen Jianqiu's voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker in the farm:

"Everyone, I've had breakfast, whether it's barbecued pork buns or 'peanuts'. I know you don't want to die. If you want to surrender, please throw the gun away from you, then take off your pants and wave it, we will Your surrender will be accepted depending on the circumstances.”

The American soldiers who had been frightened out of their wits heard this broadcast as if they were hearing fairy voices.

They threw out the weapons in their hands, then began to scramble to take off their pants, and then waved them to show surrender.

The gunfire on the farm soon died down.

The militiamen came out of their ambush and began to accept the surrender of the federal soldiers who were naked or wearing long johns.

The fighting on the farm had subsided, and the outcome was decided in the cornfields.

The bodies of American soldiers lay in and outside the ditch, and the ditch was even blocked in some narrow places.

Some of them were directly killed by grenades, some were sprayed to death by trolls, and some were hacked to death by the machetes in the hands of Chinese soldiers.

The rest soon surrendered.

Other than that, they have no choice.

Throughout the battle, very few people escaped. The three to four hundred soldiers who came to grab food either died on the spot or were captured directly.

Anyone who could speak was dead.

The militiamen began to clear the battlefield.

"Boss, how to deal with those corpses?" Li Sifu walked up to Chen Jianqiu and asked, "It may not be easy to collect all the corpses."

He said to Chen Jianqiu with some embarrassment:

"After all, some of their bodies may not be complete. I'm afraid that if they are sent back to their relatives, those with poor psychological quality will collapse."

Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows:

"Then pick some complete 'parts' for them to keep so that they can remember them when the time comes. Just the ID tags and uniforms will be enough."

"What about the rest?" Li Sifu continued to ask, "We don't have natural handlers like vultures, hyenas and coyotes here."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the blood stains on the ground and the scattered corpses, and sighed:

"The rest should be buried in my field as fertilizer. I don't want to see such a tragic scene, so go quickly."

I was very hurt after drinking today. I just finished vomiting. I will make up a small chapter. I will try to recover tomorrow depending on my condition. I would like to apologize to everyone.