Beard and his helpers skillfully mounted the machine gun and bullets.

Gatlin's guns were aimed at the Indian warriors approaching behind.

The shooter cranked the handle, the machine gun began to roar, and a dense stream of bullets fell on the oncoming fighters.

"Spread out! Disperse! Get in the car! ”

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jerónimo at the front hurriedly jumped to the wagon next to him.

He leapt into the air and hung on the wagon of the train.

But the few warriors behind him were not so lucky.

The two people in front of them, who failed to react, were immediately shot, and they were hit by a dense number of bullets, and even the men and horses were thrown out.

An Indian warrior jumped to the train with one hand on the hook of the carriage door, and the other hand reached for him.

But a shuttle bullet hit the soldier who was still in the air, and a little blood bloomed on his body, the fire of life in his eyes was extinguished, and his body fell backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"Run for the bull!" Gritting his teeth, Jerónimo pulled his tomahawk from his waist and slammed the back of the axe into the lock of the wagon.

In a single moment, the lock was broken, and with the force of his arm, he forced the door of the wagon open by himself.

The fighters behind jumped in one after another, some of them picked up the wagon, and some of them jumped into the carriage with Geronimo.

After the secondary shooter inserted a new magazine for the Gatling, the beard became even more arrogant, and swept unscrupulously ahead.

The roof of the carriage, the two edges of the wagon, wherever there is a possibility of an Indian in the next second, are all covered by his firepower.

He was separated from the truck by several bucket trucks that were shorter than him, and there were a few guns behind him to suppress the high point, and unless the opposite side flew in three directions, he would die as many as he could.

Lotzen heard the dense sound of Gatling here, and his heart was already there, and he quickly turned his head to look, but immediately saw the sacrifice of several Indian warriors.

But in her sight, she couldn't see the Gatling, and her angle of shooting was blocked by the wagon wagon.

The detectives' shots became more and more intense, and she became more and more anxious.

Suddenly, she looked up and saw two detectives standing on the roof of the car, aiming in the direction behind the car, suppressing the Indian soldiers who had climbed into the back of the car.

Loczen raised his hand and shot twice, killing one and wounding the other.

"Quick, kill that woman first, she's the most accurate of them all." Russell gave the order as he aimed at Lotzen.

He's going to make this Indian marksman pay.

With a whistle, the warriors who followed him quickly dispersed, while herself, drove her horse close to the carriage in front.

She's going to jam the detectives behind her, then board the train from the front and outflank her.

But as she approached the junction of the two carriages, a sharp pain came from her shoulder.

A bullet hit her in the shoulder.

Roczen fell from his horse to the side, and was about to be swept under the car and crushed by the train.

A strong hand took her.

……

At the rear of the car, Geronimo had touched the roof of the wagon, but was overwhelmed by the people on the roof in front of him and the Gatling firepower.

Suddenly two gunshots rang out, and he poked his head up to find that the two detectives on the roof of the car had been knocked down.

"Rush!" Jeronimo yelled.

The Indian warriors climbed onto the roof of the car, armed with knives and tomahawks, and rushed forward.

They rushed to the edge of the roof and saw the Gatling facing them.

The Gatling rang, but the Apache warriors jumped from the roof of the car.

Jerónimo picked up the bow in his hand and aimed it at the beard with an arrow.

The bearded man was engrossed in firing at the warrior who jumped from the roof of the car in front of him, and two people had already been knocked to the ground by him.

But he also saw the movement of Jeronimo's hand and the feathered arrow that was shot at him.

The beard dodged to the side, dodging the feathered arrow.

Hehe, if you want to shoot Lao Tzu, it's not that easy, now eat this big baby gun in my hand.

The corners of the beard's mouth smirked, and he shook the handle faster, and the bullets shot out like a torrent of rain again.

The wagons were unobstructed, and he was at all in the grip of the moving trains and the Gatling, and he wasn't at all worried that he wouldn't have enough firepower or would break off.

His secondary shooter has cooperated with himself for many years, and can ensure that the bullets are constantly replaced, and there is almost no time for the break.

After a shuttle sweep, the magazine inserted in the Gatling was finished.

"Reload! Swap out! The bearded man roared.

But no one answered him.

He turned his head to see that his secondary shooter had fallen on the ammo box, and he had a feathered arrow stuck in his chest.

The bearded man dodged the arrow, but the secondary archer behind him did not.

When he turned back, he saw an Indian who had jumped onto the first bucket cart and was rushing towards him.

Jeronimo's quiver was empty, and he threw away the bow in his hand, pulled out the axe, and leaned forward to charge.

He jumped from one cart to another, as dexterous as a rock sheep on a cliff, but each jump was full of power and incredibly fast.

Bearded and panicked, he hurriedly turned, stumbled to the ammo box, and pulled his partner's body away from the box.

He took out two rows of magazines from the box and was about to turn around and replace the machine gun.

An axe slashed straight down at the back of his heart.

The beard was chopped to the ground, and Geronimo raised his axe again and slashed at him, and the Indian warriors behind him swarmed him and poured out their anger on him.

The machine-gun shooter was quickly chopped into a pulp.

Jerónimo wiped the blood from his face and jumped into the carriage where the priest was imprisoned.

"Quick! Open the door and save people! ”

He planned to rush in first to rescue the imprisoned priests, and then join up with Loczen and the others to evacuate, or simply find a way to break the connection between the prisoner car and the front carriage.

Geronimo unlocked the carriage in the same way.

They rushed in.

It was pitch black in the carriage.

"Vialik! My teacher! We're here to save you! ”

Geronimo's voice echoed through the empty carriage, and there was no response.

His heart tightened.

He rushed to the cage with the Apache warriors, and one of the warriors drew a torch from behind and lit it.

There was nothing in the cage.

Is it difficult, is it difficult for the teacher to be ...... by them

Geronimo felt a suffocation in his chest, and he couldn't imagine that the High Priest had died like this.

Suddenly, Russell's wild laughter came from outside the carriage.

"Haha, Jeronimo? The god of war in Apache? Stupid! You and your Indian scumbags will die honestly in that carriage.

Jerónimo ran to the end of the carriage and leaned against the wagon by the door.

He had recovered from the emotions he had just had, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

What to do? In this rescue operation, he was too reckless, not only did he not rescue his high priest, but he lost many excellent soldiers.

He didn't see Luo Czen's figure, he didn't see it, and he was afraid that he had already been murdered.

What to do?

Russell's voice came from outside the carriage, and he gave the order:

"Keep an eye on this carriage for me, I'm going to kill all these scum inside! Mars? I, Pinkerton's No. 1 Detective, Russell, is the God of War! I'm going to ......"

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

Russell's rhetoric came to an abrupt end.

Another voice came from outside the carriage:

"I bet my boss must not be happy to hear that you call yourself the first detective of Pinkerton."

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