Chen Jianqiu drove the black radish in the direction of Rackfield Farm.

The dark horse had just drunk the water, and now he was in good spirits, and there was wind under his feet, but Chen Jianqiu, who was on the horse, felt a little tired.

I don't know if it's because the shooter is too draining, or because the alcohol is up, he feels a little stuffy in his chest, and he feels a little better after drinking two sips of water in the water bag.

If Fultz and his Mounties hadn't followed, they would have chased the birds.

He didn't believe that this self-conscious man would give up.

"Rifles, revolvers, and" Chen Jianqiu counted his weapons inventory as he stuffed bullets into his Winchester.

A pump-action shotgun, powerful and fast, but the range is too close to be useful on the horse.

Winchester 1873, 13 rounds of ammunition, shooter state to see who dies, but his current appearance can no longer turn on the shooter state, how long can it last.

He didn't know this question in his heart.

Then there's the guns and ammunition that the cowboys picked up.

Clark gave them cowboys weapons full of military goods from the Civil War.

Springfield M1873, also known as Springfield 1873, is a single-shot trap rifle, which is easy to operate, but the copper cartridge used is easy to expand and jam.

All that's left is the revolver, which could be the main force in his firefights later.

His own revolver fell on the street in front of Peetkin's hotel during a fight with Danny, and Sean's was also lost to Teresa for self-defense.

He now had six in his holster, and the six that were hanging on the horse, all from the cowboys.

Remington 1858, this is still used with fixed ammunition, but there is a safety slot, Chen Jianqiu loaded the ammunition along the way, and the whole shot was over.

He hadn't paid attention to where the corn had flown just now, maybe he was lazy somewhere. Chen Jianqiu has always had a free-range attitude towards this stupid bird, anyway, the stupid bird will come back to him at noon the next day.

It wasn't until he rode near the farm that he realized that his guess was not correct at all.

Fultz's mounted police, who had surrounded the farm, were slowly advancing with skill and skill, narrowing the encirclement.

There were some gunshots scattered inside, and it was supposed to be the birds who were holding back the enemy in a stuck position.

The Mounties had taken over the barn, they were moving hay around the barn, and it seemed that Fultz didn't want to lose anyone, and they were going to set fire to the farm.

Gatling's machine gun was facing the barn's path to the gate, and if one person ran out of the barn, they would be instantly beaten into a sieve by the machine gun.

If the hay is really lit, this kind of farm built on the mountain plains, when the mountain wind blows, the fire will consume everything it touches.

Chen Jianqiu knew this very well, he had just burned a farm.

He first searched for the location of Lower Fultz, but this guy was much more cautious this time, and he couldn't find him for a while.

Chen Jianqiu could only observe the specific distribution of people on the opposite side first and calculate the distance between himself and them.

Most of the mounted police were in the direction of the main entrance of the barn, and the fire behind the barn had been lit, and there was no door there, so it was impossible to get around.

The only way to do this is to cut a bloody path from the fence on the side.

But there were seven or eight people there.

The worst thing was the Gatling at the door, if its muzzle was turned around, it wouldn't be enough to die for ten lives.

"Black radish!"

The dark horse didn't need to be reminded by his master, and rushed forward as fast as he could.

At this time, the fire behind the granary gradually flared, and the light of the fire illuminated the surrounding area of the farm, and the burning hay made a crackling sound.

Suddenly, a mounted officer noticed a dark shadow rapidly approaching them in the shadows behind them.

"What's that?"

Chen Jianqiu raised the Springfield M1873 and aimed at the mounted policeman who was operating the Gatling. At this time, he was staring intently at the barn door.

I don't know if it's because the machine gun shooter was sniped in front of Pitkin's hotel before, and I don't know which genius inserted a steel bulletproof plate in the front of Gatlin.

But not on the side.

This distance is not something that Chen Jianqiu is good at, but it does not prevent him from hitting a fixed target.

"Bang."

The mounted policeman was shot in the waist and immediately collapsed on the carriage.

Chen Jianqiu lifted the top cover of the magazine, took out a bullet and pressed it back in.

The next shot he aimed at the secondary shooter who was dragging the main shooter back, good things in pairs, killing in pairs.

He pulled the trigger.

With a "click", the Springfield rifle lived up to expectations and jammed.

If it was in normal times, Chen Jianqiu would definitely hate itchy, but he didn't have time to complain now, so he directly skimmed off the one in his hand and pulled out another one from the horse.

"Bang."

The secondary shooter was also shot, but he was shot in the thigh.

The duo was scrapped, and no one dared to go up for the time being, and the Gatling temporarily lost its threat.

The black radish had already run to a place more than a hundred meters away from the fence, and Chen Jianqiu changed into the Winchester rifle he was most familiar with, and began to shoot at the mounted police at the gate of the fence.

The mounted police also noticed this direction, and they did not have the slightest intention of running away, and found cover in place to prepare to block the attack.

It was already difficult for Chen Jianqiu to enter the state of a shooter again, so he simply shot out the thirteen bullets in the gun as quickly as possible.

The thirteen rounds knocked out only three people, but the rest of the mounted police were forced to hide behind cover.

Martial arts in the world are only fast and unbreakable, and the same is true for shooting.

Five seconds later, the black radish was close to the fence at the edge of the farm.

One mounted officer from behind the left and right bunkers stood up, ready to shoot at the black horse, but before they could aim properly, they were each shot and fell.

Chen Jianqiu was holding two Remington revolvers, and the muzzles of the revolvers' guns were smoking.

He flicked the hammer with his thumb and shot indiscriminately at the cover, like a whack-a-mole, and if he dared to show his face, it would be a shot.

The revolver kept smoking until the bullets in the nest ran out.

Without thinking, Chen Jianqiu threw away the revolver, pulled out two more from the horse, and continued to suppress the mounted police by the fence.

The black radish had reached the edge of the fence, and the fire spread to the vicinity of the fence, connecting together to form a wall of fire.

Chen Jianqiu didn't care about the black radish at all, and he shot the head of a mounted policeman behind a stable. He knew that the king of horses under him would never drop his chain.

The black radish did not slow down at all, and saw it raise its front hooves, its body vigorously, leaping high, and its horsehair undulating like a wave.

All they saw was a sculptural black silhouette that "flew" over the fence and stepped into the flames, and when it reappeared in flames, the flames illuminated its black skin and mane.

The owner on its back holds two constantly smoking revolvers, spraying death.

The two of them are like evil spirits from hell.

Chen Jianqiu threw away the gun in his hand again and pulled out the last two. From him to the barn, there was no mounted police officer who could stop him.

But he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He turned his head.

Through the firelight, outside the fence, behind the carriage, Fultz, whom he had not seen before, appeared there.

The muzzle of the gun in his hand was facing him.

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