"Didn't these guys say they'd come tomorrow?" Howard gritted his teeth.

"You still expect these bandits to talk?"

Emily has always been the one who sees the ranch the most clearly.

"Hurry up and inform everyone! The enemy is already approaching, ready to defend! Daddy James instructed Howard as he ran into the house.

He had just rushed out of the door of the warehouse, remembered something, turned his head, and saw Chen Jianqiu jumping off the carriage slowly and methodically.

James stopped.

"Mr. Chen, you better find a place to hide first, I'm afraid we won't have the time to take care of you later.

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry about me, I'm still good at hiding." Chen Jianqiu waved at him.

James hesitated, but turned and ran towards the room.

He had to hurry up and set up his defenses.

Chen Jianqiu watched James's back go away, turned around and returned to the carriage.

He pulled out his Winchester repeating rifle from the back of the carriage, and from the cart, he pulled out a box of bullets.

He loaded the bullets into his gun one by one.

Then, there are his two "peacemakers".

Since the last time Adam taught him how to train to improve the instinctive talent of a shooter, he has developed a habit of going over and throwing a shot if he has free time and can encounter water and fish.

After a few times, he did feel a change in his body, but the sense of calm was more beneficial than the duration of the shooter's state.

In a word, it lasted longer, but it was less exciting.

Chen Jianqiu methodically prepared the firearm and inserted it back into his holster.

He untied the freshly lassoed pack horses again, slapped them on the buttocks, and drove them away from the warehouse.

Wait here, maybe it's the Shura field, these two guys, it's better to run as far as you can.

Finally, he put on his leather gloves and walked to the door of the warehouse, looking out with his hands in his hands.

The cattle and sheep in the pasture were still quietly grazing on the grass on the ground, unaware of the danger, while Fred and his dogs had appeared on the outskirts of the pasture.

"Boss, why did we have to choose to clean them up today?"

Outside the pasture, Fred's men glanced at the dark clouds hanging overhead, a little puzzled.

The rainstorm is coming, so why do it at this time? Two hours ago, he had clearly heard his boss say that it was tomorrow.

"Today's business, today's end." Fred's answer sounded very reasonable.

As soon as he returned to his ranch, he thought that his people had been beaten back by a woman and a few old vegetable gangs, and a nameless fire rushed up.

His ass didn't even sit hot, so with a big wave of his hand, he summoned the rest of the people to pour out of the nest and go straight to James's ranch.

"But, on this day, it looks like it's going to rain." This subordinate of his was a little dumbfounded, "Besides, boss, should we discuss tactics?" ”

This directly ignited Fred's anger, and he scolded his subordinates for slashing their heads and covering their faces:

"Dozens of people beat a few old men and women, what tactics do you want! Wouldn't it rush in? He pointed to the houses in the pasture not far away, "Can you count them yourself, there are several houses in total." ”

Fred pulled out his gun and gave the order:

"Follow me! Take this ranch before it rains! I'll give you a share of the sheep and cattle! ”

When the dog-legged men heard that there was a trophy, they were all very excited, and they screamed, no different from a group of bandits.

A group of people rushed straight along the road in the middle of the fence.

Papa James and his cowboys had long since hid in the rooms, some hiding under the windows, some leaning against the doors.

Emily, on the other hand, chose her brother's room.

So, when Fred's men came into range, the first few horses at the front were shot.

Daddy James' cowboys' marksmanship is okay with fixed targets, but high-speed moving targets are almost meaningless, and their firepower angles are incomplete and lack coordination.

So, when Fred's doglegs rushed to the house furthest out, only two people were knocked off their horses.

The worst thing is that the cowboys exposed their firing positions.

Fred's horse swept by, and he shot at the corner of the window where it had just been on fire.

The bullet shattered the glass and did not appear to hit any other target.

But four or five guns followed and fired in that direction.

There was a muffled thud, and a stream of blood spurted out of the darkness of the room and splashed against the window.

The old cowboy in the room leaned limply against the wall and lost his life.

Fred's men surrounded the house, and two doglegs, with shotguns in their hands, kicked open the door of the house and rushed in, one left and one right.

The action is done in one go, very skillful, it seems that this kind of work of breaking into the door and robbing the house has not been done.

After a few gunshots rang out in the room, it quickly fell silent.

The first house, lost, did not last for three minutes.

Fred walked out of the room, and he glanced at the warehouse not far away.

The building, like this house, was built on the perimeter, but so far, there doesn't seem to be any backlash from within.

James and his men seem to have abandoned the warehouse.

"Rod, you take two people to the warehouse to have a look, and the others, continue to follow me inside!" Fred ordered.

Rhodes is his cronies, and if there are good things in the warehouse, he can ensure that he will not be filled by his doglegs in the first place.

There are indeed good things in the warehouse.

As Rhodes approached the warehouse, he found that the door was open, and a pallet cart apparently full of goods was left in the warehouse, and he had not even had time to put on his horse.

It seems that the owner of the board car evacuated in a hurry, and there is a high probability that he was frightened.

Rod lowered his pistol, carried it behind his back, and walked over to uncover the canvas on the cart.

Opening a blind box is a lot of fun, because you never know what's hidden beneath the thin layer of paper shells on the surface.

This sense of uncertainty is very exciting.

Rhodes thought the same thing, and he slowly uncovered one of the corners of the canvas.

He saw a swarthy barrel.

"Bang!" Rod's head exploded directly.

His head was too close, and although Colt was known for his power, the scene was very bloody at such a close distance.

One man lifted the canvas and sat up from the back of the cart, his other revolver hitting the other man almost at the same time.

The remaining one saw that the situation was not good, and his first reaction was to raise his gun and aim.

But his speed was less than a quarter of Chen Jianqiu's, and Chen Jianqiu could already reset the hammer of the revolver several times when he raised the gun.

Without any suspense, the man was also shot and fell to the ground.

Chen Jianqiu jumped down from the carriage, looked at the three corpses on the ground, and shook his head.

How are there only three of them? He also thought that the warehouse was the outermost and should be the place where the bandits were most interested.

Since you don't want to come to me, I'll come to you.

Chen Jianqiu reloaded his bullets and walked towards the warehouse door.

Fred, who was then heading to the next house, was also in trouble.

Daddy James and the rest of the men were hiding in the largest house in the middle of the ranch, and Emily's room had a very good angle of fire.

Everyone who tries to get close to the door of the house will quickly get their head knocked off.

So, Fred was still going to fence them off first, and he and his dozens of doglegs quickly left the house in a state of water.

The gunshots crackled so much that no one even noticed the three gunshots in the warehouse behind the butt.

"Quick, rush together, I don't believe they can guard every window and every door at the same time!" Fred exclaimed.

Several people flocked to the house from different directions. They ran straight under the window and rolled in.

"Howard! There are people in the west window! "Daddy James had just knocked down a man who had jumped in from the terrace with a single shot, and was knocked back to the back of the couch by a few bullets from the west room.

Someone had already stormed the house.

James, they had to abandon their perimeter positions. And outside the house, people kept rushing over.

If this continues, they will have to entangle themselves in the house with enemies several times their size.

In that case, it would be a matter of time before he was killed.

The condition of the house was precarious for a while.

But suddenly, a continuous burst of gunfire rang out, and the five men who were rushing towards the room from the front fell down as if they had been scythe-struck.

The bullet came from behind them, but when Fred looked back, he couldn't find where the gunman was after a long search.

"You guys, keep keeping up!" He couldn't control that much, and ordered his men to continue to rush forward.

This time it was still five, neatly and neatly, and fell to the ground, as if it had fallen into an evil spirit.

Hell yes!

Fred looked behind him again, rubbing his eyes, and there was only a flock of sheep staring at him with a blank face.

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