Rackfield's farm was south of Pitkinshire, and Chen Jianqiu and Asuka had left the town in two directions.

Outside of the town is a wilderness, and at this time Colorado already has the feeling of early autumn, with clumps of sage spreading all over the sides of the road, undulating back and forth with the cool night breeze in the mountains.

The clouds in the sky had been blown away by the night wind, and Chen Jianqiu looked up at the sky, where the large quadrilateral shape of Pegasus hung on the southwest corner of the night sky.

I should be on the west side of town by now.

There were shouts and whistles from behind, and Chen Jianqiu glanced back.

A dozen cowboys rode their horses in hot pursuit, with lanterns hanging in front of their horses and, even worse, brandishing torches in their hands.

This kind of posture has been tried and tested repeatedly, and many people who are being chased will be timid because of their wolf-like posture.

But Chen Jianqiu is obviously not.

In his opinion, this kind of behavior of raising a torch in the dark night, Master Guan has a sentence to describe it very appropriately.

Insert the label and sell the first.

He counted the cowboys.

No more, no less, exactly thirteen.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and shot a shot that directly hit the cowboy who was wielding a torch in his hand.

The cowboy was still screaming one second, and the next second he rolled to the ground with torches.

"He's there!" A long-haired cowboy at the front pointed straight ahead, where the bullet had come from.

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw only a faint black shadow moving rapidly, as if it was a horse, but what about the people on the horse?

They had no choice but to draw their guns and shoot indiscriminately in the direction of the shadow.

Chen Jianqiu had already crouched on the horse's back at this time, and from behind, he had almost merged with the black radish.

The angles at which the bullets flew were outrageously off, and the formation of the cowboys was undisciplined, and they could not form an effective support for each other.

Chen Jianqiu turned sideways and locked on the guys who were carrying in their hands or hanging horse lanterns on their horses' chests.

This time it's two.

"Bang, bang."

Two gunshots rang out, and the head of the one who was holding it in his hand blossomed together with the lantern; And the remaining one, the lamp shattered, and the cowboy on the horse fell heavily to the ground, crushed by his own horse.

He desperately tried to pull his leg out from under the horse's body, but the horse did not move at all, whether it fainted momentarily or was hit directly in the vital point.

There was a sound of horses' hooves coming from behind, and the cowboy turned his head and was horrified to see a horse rushing towards him.

The cowboy was caught off guard and tried to pull the reins and let the horse leap over the man in front of him.

But his horse could no longer retract his feet, and a hoof trampled on the cowboy's face.

The cowboy's face sank, and then blood splattered and flesh blurred, as if he had stepped on a piece of watermelon.

"He's got a good gun!" The long-haired cowboy who rushed to the front had a little cold backbone, he was also an old cowboy, he had seen a bullish person, but in the dark night, on horseback, he could still shoot and shoot without missing a bullet.

Unheard.

He suddenly realized that his horse was fast, and it didn't seem like a good thing.

"This time, I'm at the forefront." Chen Jianqiu was drunk and in good condition.

He leaned out half of his body, took a deep breath, and his eyes brightened again.

There were three people rushing to the front of the line, in addition to the long-haired man at the front, there were also one on the left and one on the left, one of them was raising his gun and aiming in the direction of Chen Jianqiu, and the other left the road directly, planning to attack himself from the side.

Chen Jianqiu could even see the long-haired man's hair fluctuating up and down with the ups and downs of the horse's back, as well as the hesitant expression on the long-haired man's face.

Three gunshots.

The bullet shattered the long-haired man's cheek, and a splash of blood spilled backwards onto his long wind-swept hair, staining it red.

The three of them fell off their horses, and none of them snorted.

Chen Jianqiu looked ahead, and suddenly felt that the road in front of him was a little familiar.

A river and a small wooden bridge appeared before his eyes.

Isn't that the road to Sheriff Danny's house? Isn't this the same bridge I crossed earlier and is said to be Danny's masterpiece?

"Let's go, Black Radish." Chen Jianqiu rode his horse and rushed towards the bridge.

But the cowboys chasing after him didn't seem to want to chase anymore, and they had just witnessed the tragic situation of the unlucky ones in front of them.

I am here to ask for money, not to send him to death, the person being chased must have witchcraft, or is possessed by a demon, and can fight so accurately in such a dark situation. No, the man could control the trajectory of the bullet's flight.

Catching demons is the business of priests and exorcists, and it has nothing to do with them cowboys.

Thinking of this, these cowboys are all reminded.

They involuntarily slowed down the pace of their pursuit. No one wants to be shot in the head like a long-haired man.

There was a bridge in front of him, and the man must have crossed the bridge, and he couldn't catch up with him.

Wait, what's that on the bridge?

A man sat upright on his horse, facing them, and in the starlight, he couldn't see his face under his wide-brimmed cowboy hat. He carried a gun on his shoulder and did not move.

If it had been in normal times, the cowboys would have been shooting indiscriminately.

But at this time, they couldn't lift the gun in their hands, and they had a feeling that no matter how quickly they pulled out the gun, even if they fired first, the person on the other side would take their own life first.

Moreover, if he dares to stop here like this, there must be an ambush behind him.

There were already cowboys watching the situation under the bridge and on the other side of the river, trying to find out where the hidden reinforcements were on the opposite side.

"What is thirteen minus six?" The man on the bridge suddenly spoke.

The cowboys hesitated, and the horses beneath them began to get restless, tossing and turning back and forth.

"I ask you, what is thirteen minus six?" Chen Jianqiu's voice suddenly increased, and the black radish under him raised his head high, and a hiss pierced the night sky.

The cowboys looked at each other, and one of the cowboys suddenly turned his horse's head, turned his head and ran.

He suddenly found that there were exactly seven people left on his side.

The cowboys were about to flee in all directions, but it was not known if it was because of the neighing of the black turnips, that their horses had gone completely insane.

They began to run wildly, not caring about their own masters.

Chen Jianqiu took off the gun on his shoulder, his wine strength came up, the sky was high in his eyes, and there was no dust in his heart.

Seven shots followed, followed by a soft sound from Winchester's putt.

The chamber of the gun was empty, and the bridge was silent.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, he glanced in the direction of Pitkin, but there were no other pursuers following.

Strange, what about Fultz and his Mounties?

Chen Jianqiu suddenly thought of something, he picked up a few revolvers and spears from the corpses of the cowboys, as well as some bullets.

He whistled, and the black radish, which was drinking water by the river, came running.

Chen Jianqiu stuck his gun in front of the horse, and hung the rest on the side of the saddle, and he mounted his horse and headed south along the river in the direction of Rackfield Farm.

On the horse, he checked the condition of each gun one by one, then reloaded their magazines.

……

"Sir, I don't think those cowboys can solve Chen Jianqiu." The adjutant said to Fultz. He is not optimistic about these rabble.

After a few hundred meters of pursuit, his commander calmed down and led them to the south of Pitkinshire.

"It doesn't matter, he's not going to come out unscathed, in Rackfield, I want them to be wiped out."

Fultz got out of the carriage and rode back on his warhorse.

He pulled out his spear.

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