Danny patted the barrel of the cannon and counted the data of the cannon like a treasure:

"The M1857 12-pounder field gun, breech-loaded, bronze barrel, this thing can easily destroy a column at a distance of 600 yards, and the Yankees call him 'Napoleonic cannon'."

Danny sighed.

"At the beginning of the war, I was still a hairy young man, and the main equipment of the Southern Army was the M1841, and the caliber was only half of this thing. It wasn't until later that they replaced me with these guys. ”

Chen Jianqiu is now a little curious about why Clark came over with this thing, and even more curious about why he had this thing, and why he still had a tie with the Phelps family.

Or, no one will use it?

"By the way, this thing's ammo ......" Danny leaned down and rummaged through the boxes next to the gun rack.

"The gunpowder launch kit we just moved out." Hanif said, his face was black and white at this time, and he didn't know if he was carrying gunpowder.

Danny straightened up, holding a projectile in one hand, and he weighed it in his hand: "There are both solid bullets and shotguns, you can do it." ”

He put the shells back in the box, and Asuka and Hanif went out with the ammunition box.

When they returned, several people worked together and pushed the cannon out.

They mounted their guns under a wooden platform, facing Gatling's position at the gate of the farm.

"Do you want to open the door and aim?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"No, at a distance of about three hundred meters, where to use the sight, the position of the machine gun has not been moved." Danny stared at the baro, adjusting the elevation angle of the barrel according to his memory.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the people on both sides, Hanif didn't believe it, the first time he heard that the cannon was aimed through the door.

After adjusting, Danny ran back to the ammo depot.

When he came out, he had two poles in his hand, one of which still had a hook, and he wanted to throw the pole to Chen Jianqiu and Adam, but after thinking about it, he still didn't do it:

"I can do it alone, you cover me, don't let me lose my head."

He took a cartridge from the box and stuffed it into the barrel, then picked up the rammer lever and quickly pestled it into the barrel.

He didn't know where he got an awl, put it through the fuse, and bandaged the hole.

"Give me a solid bullet!" Danny shouted at Donnie next to the ammo box.

Donnie quickly picked up a projectile, ran to Danny's side, and handed it to him.

Danny slipped the solid projectile with one hand, shoved it directly through the muzzle, and took the pole to pestle.

He returned to the back of the cannon and took out a firing tube and a firing rope from a box behind him.

Danny inserted the firepipe through the fuse hole and hung up the rope, holding one end of the rope firmly in his hand.

Danny gestured "OK" to Chen.

Chen Jianqiu nodded, and he waved his hand to the others.

Except for the wounded Sean and Teresa, who took care of him, and the defenseless Holmes, everyone else who could hold a gun found cover.

It's getting hotter and hotter inside the granary.

Chen Jianqiu and Adam walked to the edge of the gate, and they slowly opened the door of the granary.

……

Fultz looked at the farm in front of him with satisfaction, which was already in flames.

The farmer Clark had left behind, and their house had also been affected, and the fire had spread to the vicinity of the house.

A gust of wind blew, and the flames licked up the wooden walls and windows.

Smoke soon billowed from the house, and a group of people stumbled out of the door. But when they look around.

A look of despair.

Except for the fire and the fire, except for the livestock shed that had been occupied by the mounted police, everything else they could see was burning.

They rushed to the gate, and could relentlessly block them back with a shuttle of Gatling bullets.

For a moment, screams and wails echoed in the air of the farm.

Some of the mounted police officers had a look of intolerance on their faces, but they took obedience as their duty.

And their commander, Fultz, enjoyed this feeling very much, and he knew that the gang in the granary would not last long.

"Sir! The door of the granary is open! The Mounties reported to Fultz, their voices beaming with joy, "They finally can't hold it anymore." ”

Almost all the eyes of the mounted police were on the main entrance of the granary.

The firelight only illuminated the gate a little inward, and further inside, the black hole was hollow, and nothing could be seen.

"Shoot!" Fultz gave the order.

Gatling's gun barrel also turned to the main entrance of the granary, and the shooter who had just been replaced was ready to turn the joystick in his hand.

"Boom!"

I heard a loud bang coming from inside the granary, shaking the heavens and the earth.

In the eyes of the Gatling shooter, a round projectile flew out of the granary and flew in his direction.

Before he could react, the projectile grew from small to large and smashed into him.

The solid cannonball landed firmly on Gatling and the wagon carrying it, smashing them all to pieces.

The shooters in the carriage and the mounted policemen leaning on did not escape either, they were hit by this projectile whose momentum had not yet been exhausted, and physically "cracked".

The mounted police were shocked, and they never dreamed that there was a cannon hidden in the granary opposite.

Twenty seconds later, another loud bang was heard.

The mounted police hurriedly ducked, praying that this doom would not befall them.

This time, they were faced with a shotgun that exploded by the door, and the overwhelming number of small projectiles and fragments enveloped them, and for a while, the screams at the gate of the farm were endless, and the mounted policemen who were hit were blurred with flesh and blood, worse than dead.

"Charge!" Fultz's eyes were red, and he was not willing to accept that all this he had carefully designed would once again come to naught.

A mounted policeman wailed and covered his injured thigh, grabbed Fultz's trouser legs, and begged in horror: "Sir, save me!" Save me! ”

Fultz tried to kick him away, but the wounded Mountie was in near-death despair and refused to let go.

Fultz pulled out his gun and struck the mounted officer in the head, and the mounted officer's hand was released, but his eyes were wide and dead.

"I just want him to be less painful." Fultz waved his hand at the other Mounties, "Charge!" Those who killed our brothers are there, and we go and kill them! ”

He had gone completely insane, completely unaware of what he was talking about.

None of the mounted police moved, and they were all at a loss.

It's not terrible to die, it's terrible to die without knowing why.

Fultz's lieutenant, the mounted policeman who rescued him from the bear cave, silently mounted his horse. He turned his horse's head and handed his back to Fultz.

He's not the jealous messenger of justice in Colorado anymore, he's no longer worth following, and if he's going to shoot himself like he shot the wounded Mountie, let him continue to do so.

Fultz didn't look back.

The other mounted policemen also mounted their horses and followed the adjutant away.

"They're withdrawing!" The sharp-eyed bird observed the collective evacuation of the mounted police.

"Bring what you can bring, and we'll withdraw too!" Chen Jianqiu took out the "peacemaker" from Adam's waist, "Adam, you take them to retreat first, and I will catch up later." ”

Soon after, several horses came out of the gate of the granary. Galloping in the direction of the main entrance.

Fultz took a pistol and walked in the fire of the farm, his eyes only on the granary, and the Chinese who should have been shot by himself, life and death unknown.

A man covered in fire ran out of a room wailing, and Fultz raised his hand to make up for the shot, and the man fell to the ground, no longer moving.

"Is this the justice you are guarding? Fultz? A voice came from the back of his head.

Fultz spun around.

Wearing a dark red coat, a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, and a Colt revolver in his hand, who is it not Chen Jianqiu?

Fultz laughed maniacally, and he pulled out his gun.

"Bang"

A gunshot rang out, and Fultz had a bloody hole in his head.

He took two steps backwards and fell into the fire next to him, engulfed in flames.

Chen Jianqiu didn't say a word, turned around and disappeared into the night.

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