The Winchester 1873 in Chen Jianqiu's hand has different magazine capacities depending on the barrel and caliber.

And the one in his hand, thirteen rounds.

"You shoot, I'll make up the target." Adam pulled out a bottle of rum from his bosom, and there was a little bit of wine left in it, just over the bottom of the bottle.

He took a sip of his own and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu frowned, isn't this the bottle that was just returned to Teresa and used to sterilize Danny? When did this guy get back into his clothes?

"Try this." Adam gestured to the wine in the bottle.

"I don't like to drink stuff, it smells weird." Chen Jianqiu took the bottle and shook it, the dark yellow liquid at the bottom of the bottle was swaying back and forth, and the impurities inside could be seen.

"Also, it doesn't work as well as your second pot, but you need it now." Adam pursed his lips, as if to savor the taste of the second pot, "Alcohol usually makes people unresponsive, but for those of us who have this talent, it can make you more focused. ”

"So you drink every day and have something to do with this?"

Chen Jianqiu doesn't want to be an alcoholic, he still has a point in breaking the medical level in this era, and he thinks that his liver is not strong enough to soak in wine every day and be like no one.

"No, no, no, I just like to drink, this thing is just an aid, and you can use it after you practice later."

Chen Jianqiu raised his neck and drank a fine light.

It's really hard to drink, and the brewing process of the Meixi gang really doesn't dare to compliment.

He took a deep breath and turned sideways.

The lights in the hotel were turned off, and the people around them turned off their own lights when they heard the commotion.

Outside, the night was dark, and only the mounties and cowboys around the hotel provided a little light.

But when Chen Jianqiu entered the state of a shooter, he became more sensitive to the faint light, and the situation below was extremely clear in his eyes.

Damn, do you still have night vision after drinking?

However, Chen Jianqiu didn't care about it at this time, and he quickly locked on the key points of a few cowboys downstairs.

This time, Adam didn't need to say it, he pulled the trigger.

firing, lever; Shot, lever ......

Chen Jianqiu's proficiency has not yet reached its peak, but the guns are accurate, and the cowboys seem to be cursed, and they fall one after another before they even have time to fight back.

The guns on the upper floor rang out six times, and there were six cowboy bodies lying on the ground, not because there were only six bullets in the guns, but because there were only six people there.

After a few seconds, the side of the hotel became a death exclusion zone, where there were no more living people.

Clark looked at it on the sidelines, and his flesh hurt so much that he wanted to scold his mother, these people were all raised by him, and the dead died with his green dollars. In the west, there are talented people who have the strength, can he not feel distressed?

From below, the window was pitch black, and there was a devil living there, spraying death.

Now everyone's attention shifted to the side of the hotel, and everyone was still firing back at the window to suppress the gunman inside, but no one wanted to appear in front of him.

At this time, gunshots began to sound on the first floor, and Asuka and Sean began to return fire, while Danny and Teresa each took a gun and aimed at Clark's cowboy, and they looked everywhere for Clark's location, ready to open his head with bullets.

Fultz's black coat had a high collar that covered his cheeks, and no one could see his face in the dark.

He waved his hand at his men behind him, and then pointed to the back of the line with his thumb.

The mounted policeman understood what he meant.

After a while, a carriage stopped on the side of the inn, and the coachman jumped out of it, climbed onto the frame behind the carriage, and lifted the cloth covering Gatling.

He stooped down and took out a few magazines from the wooden box under the carriage.

A mounted policeman also jumped up, holding the crank in one hand and the wooden handle that controlled the direction of the muzzle in the other.

The coachman inserted the magazine into the Gatling from above, and he twisted the knob to hear a "click".

The machine gun was in place.

The mounted police pointed their guns on the second floor.

The crank began to turn, the muzzle of the gun began to roar, and the bullets began to pour towards the windows on the second floor.

Chen Jianqiu and Adam were just about to change the next spot, and they ran in the direction of the room door with their guns.

But Gatling's bullets are coming.

The bullets first hit the window edge in a row, shattering the wooden window frames, and then through the windows they entered the room intensively, scattering them on the ceiling, "tearing" the ceiling into pieces.

For a while, the house was in a mess, with wood chips, glass shards, and stray bullets flying around, and the room was full of dangerous flying objects.

"Dodge!"

Chen Jianqiu and Adam's route to the door was exactly at Gatling's firing angle, and they didn't take a few steps before they were blocked by fragments and stray bullets.

They lean against the back of the bed and try to minimize their unfolded area to prevent being hit.

"Damn, don't they use money for bullets?" Adam cursed, as a veteran gunslinger, the thing he hated the most in the West, Gatling counted as one, and the other was a smoothbore gun.

Because neither of these things is very reasonable.

"I guess I'm going to ask Clark for reimbursement when I go back." Chen Jianqiu shrank his neck, and a stray bullet flew not far above his scalp.

After the second floor was silent, the Gatling downstairs did not stop his roar, but turned to the first floor.

Chen Jianqiu and Adam took the opportunity to run out of the room.

They came to the window of the third room.

They found Holmes hiding in the corner of the room.

"Don't move here."

Chen Jianqiu walked to the window, he leaned against the wall by the window, and turned out in a flash.

He tried to find an opportunity to kill the shooter on Gatling, but he was embarrassed to find that the window of this room did not have a shooting angle.

The smell of burning wood reached their noses, and they ran out of the room, only to find a black cloud of smoke coming up the stairs.

"Oh no, the first floor is on fire."

Chen Jianqiu and Adam returned to the staircase on the second floor, but a shuttle of bullets followed them on the wooden steps beneath their feet.

A large gap was made in the steps, and the handrail was half broken at once, and only half of it was hanging there.

They had to retreat.

"What's next?" Chen Jianqiu shouted at the first floor.

"Sean is injured!" It is the sound of a bird.

Chen Jianqiu stood on the side and squatted down, observing the situation on the first floor from under the wooden floor.

The first floor was in shambles, the bar counters and cabinets were no longer visible, all the wine bottles were shattered, and the wooden tables and chairs near the pillars were already on fire, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger.

The Gatling didn't mean to turn off the flame, and the groom had four or five magazines in his hand and kept sticking them into the Gatling.

"Come to the second floor!" Amid the roar of Gatling, Chen Jianqiu shouted, "Hurry up, or the stairs will be demolished!" ”

"We're stuck with that cannon! Cough! This time it was Danny's voice, and the smoke was getting louder.

If this continues, sooner or later the whole inn will have to burn, and they will either be roasted or used as bacon.

Chen Jianqiu lay on the floor, crawling and slowly moving to the front.

He was going to take a gamble.

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