Scolding the street in battle is not a good habit.

It stimulates your adrenaline to a certain extent, but otherwise it doesn't work.

Not to mention the use of monolingual scolding in night battles.

From an early age, Geronimo's Apache warriors dealt with all sorts of beasts and enemies in the wilderness, both day and night.

They have long learned to judge the direction of their prey in the dark of night by sounds and other conditions.

In night melee combat, they are even more adept.

And now, the hyena gang members are not aware of the danger.

"! Cubs, have you ever seen Daddy's black and thick barrel, Daddy will let you eat it again! A hyena gang with Spencer in his hand leaned against the wall and fired a bullet from his gun into the darkness opposite.

Not long ago, there was a counterattack from the other side, but now there is no reaction at all.

His mind was now automatically filling up the images of the other side being punched into holes by himself, whether white, Mexican, or Indian.

When he pulled the trigger again, he found that no bullets had been fired.

The hyenas pulled out the spring tube behind the butt and poured it backwards.

It turned out that the bullets in the gun had been emptied, and the blind shot just now was very cool, but I didn't notice the amount of bullets left in the gun.

The hyenas helped the people feel for their bullet belts, but they didn't find a bullet for a long time.

"Hey, Pizarro, do you still have bullets? 55-56 rounds! He shouted in the direction of the barrel behind him.

But no one answered, and no bullets were delivered.

"Why don't you get killed?" Annoyed, the gang turned around and prepared to go to the house to get the bullets, but in the darkness, suddenly a large hand pushed at them.

He was pushed to the ground, and just as he was about to stand up, an axe was nailed to his body.

The power of the axe was so great that it directly smashed him to the ground.

He screamed and went madly to grab the axe that had been embedded in his chest, but a foot stomped on his shoulder and held him firmly.

The axe was pulled out, and then quickly pulled it down.

This time, it was cut off on his head.

After a few turns, the hyena gang stopped moving.

Jerónimo wiped his face and straightened up, listening to the movement in the other directions.

The screams from here also alarmed the rest of the Hyena Gang, but almost at the same time, the screams came from several different directions.

The people who made these screams were the ones who scolded the most just now.

They were locked in early by the Apache warriors, and were either cut down with axes or severed by knives, and the worst of them were pierced through their bodies by a pitchfork and killed alive on a post by the stable.

The screams rang out one after another, and the attacked hyena gang quickly fell into a panic, they had never been so afraid of the darkness.

Because no one knows from which direction in the darkness a person will suddenly jump out, or the blade of a sharp weapon will appear directly and take their lives.

"They are not people, they are demons, they are one with the night!" One of the hyenas was so frightened that he threw away his gun and rushed out of his hideout, shouting as he ran.

In the darkness, he didn't know which direction he was running, only that he kept running forward.

But suddenly, his foot didn't know what to do, he tripped and his entire upper body fell forward.

He fell to the ground and gnawed on a mouthful of dirt.

He struggled to sit up, his hand groping to his side, and he felt a wet, round thing.

The fleeing gang took out a box of matches from their bosoms and struck them tremblingly.

But what appeared in the firelight made him unforgettable, a headless corpse lying beside him, and what he had just touched was the head of the corpse rolling to the side.

There was a braid on the back of the head.

Then, something else appeared in the firelight, and it was the cold light of the blade of an axe.

In the next second, his head also flew out, fell to the ground and rolled a few times, and collided with the previous head.

It was Chen Jianqiu who started it.

He and the two Indian warriors went off course and unknowingly ran towards the door, where they happened to bump into the men who had come to their aid.

The men were much more high-profile, shooting in the general direction in front of them as they ran, while one of them shouted a name and wanted to avenge him.

Chen Jianqiu and the two fighters hid to the side, let them go, and then chased after them from behind to clean them up.

The pigtailed man didn't understand why a man suddenly appeared behind him and cut off his head with an axe.

The shouting in the square gradually subsided, and the people who had made these sounds before were hacked to death, while the rest chose to keep their mouths shut, clenched their weapons tightly, and hid in the corners in fear.

Hernandez, who was in the house, was also observing the situation outside the house, the gunfire became more and more rare, and the screams became more and more frequent, and then both voices died down.

There was a sudden silence in the mine.

Hernandez and the people in his house also stopped shooting blindly.

As an experienced man, he gradually felt that something was not quite right.

If he couldn't tell who made the screams, the Spanish shouts were gone, and with what he knew about his subordinates, it meant one thing.

The gang was either so frightened that they got their tails between their legs or burped.

He wasn't sure how many of his gang were left, but it was clear that his defeat was a foregone conclusion.

Once the opposite side is sure that it has an absolute advantage in numbers, it can choose to re-light the entire mine, or wait until dawn the next day to clear the mines one by one.

I don't have the slightest chance of winning.

It's better to take advantage of the darkness now and slip away.

Although he couldn't see his fingers outside, he knew which direction the door of the house was facing, and as long as he went around to the back of the house and walked in the opposite direction, he could reach the gate of the stronghold.

Hernandez hunched over, gently reached for the door of the house, and walked briskly towards the back of the house.

The old gang leader didn't inform the others in the house.

These people have to stay and cover for him, in addition, escaping is a technical job, and the more people together, the greater the probability of being discovered.

He's always been able to get over that guilt of betraying his teammates, or that guilt doesn't exist for him.

Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, don't be ashamed.

He's done this many times, almost every time.

This time, however, someone couldn't help it.

In the same room, Da Ming heard the sound of the door, thought for a moment, and asked tentatively.

"Boss?"

No one answered.

"Hernandez?"

Still no one answered.

"Old thing?!"

Da Cleverly determined that their boss really ran away.

He suddenly felt his chest swelling with blood.

So, he ran straight out of the gate and shouted outside:

"Brothers, withdraw! The old thing is running away again! ”

However, Chen Jianqiu, who was in the dark, raised the corners of his mouth.

This time, the old thing can't run away, and it's time to burst the gold coins.

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