The gunshots rang out from Fred's back again, and he suddenly realized that no matter which direction his face was facing, someone would always attack from behind.

In other words, he was flanked.

"Don't worry about the back, solve the ambush in the flock first!" Fred wiped his face and shouted orders.

But when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of rain poured directly into his mouth, which made his words slurred.

His command was quickly drowned out by the rain and gunfire.

Fred was still shooting the sheep frantically, but his men were shaken.

Maybe they don't think it's decent to shoot at a flock of sheep in a rainstorm, or maybe their boss looks crazy.

They are now also suspicious of their boss's previous words.

How could this ranch be guarded by only a few people!

The people in the room behind him didn't say anything, but now they were shooting at their side; There are five or six enemies on this side of the sheepfold, and they don't know where they are hiding.

The boss must have fallen for it.

It's no joke to get a buckshot in the rain, and if it rains a little more, ten lives won't be enough to die.

They rushed to nearby shelters from the rain, such as warehouses.

The only one, who had a bit of a conscience, ran to Fred's side, took Fred's arm and ran to the warehouse.

"Release! What are you doing? Fred didn't appreciate it, and he shook his hand and broke free of his arm.

But he exerted himself too hard, his body was crooked, and he stepped into a lump of rain-soaked sheep dung beside him.

“F~UCK！” Fred's anger reached the extreme!

But soon, he found that this unconscious action just now saved him.

A bullet hit him in the ear.

A sharp pain came from his right ear, and he frantically touched it, only to find that he had not touched his own ear.

He put his right hand in front of his eyes and saw that the rain mixed with blood in his palm was in his hand.

Then, his men threw him to the ground and lay on the ground.

Fred's face was pressed against the rain-soaked dirt.

He found that half of his ear was lying on another pile of sheep dung not far from him, washed away by the rain.

"Whew~~~~," Fred cried out in pain as he covered his ears.

But he should be glad that if it wasn't for the mistake just now, it would not have been his ears that had been knocked out, but his head.

The gunfire in the sheepfold rang out again, and the attackers didn't seem to intend to let Fred's men go.

They were running to the house to shelter from the rain with their hats covered, and the mistake was that they put their butts against the sheep.

The two people who killed the sheep the most just now were beaten with a string of sugar gourds and fell into the muddy water.

Before they died, their heads turned in Fred's direction.

The rain was hitting the ground, splashing mud flowers, and through the mud flowers, Fred saw two pairs of dead eyes.

Fred's men ran as they looked in the direction of the flock.

At this time, the rain curtain hung from the sky like a curtain, and the visibility was very poor, and they still did not find where the attack came from.

Only Fred saw it.

His face was against the ground, and in the middle of the dense leg of mutton, he vaguely seemed to see a pair of boots.

But the boots were soon fleeting, drowning in piles of white legs of lamb and buttocks.

The crowd did not slow down by looking backwards.

The sheepfold was like a terrifying eyeball, and if it looked at it, it would take its life.

They just wish they could run faster and get to safety as soon as possible.

But then three shots rang out to tell them, "If you run faster than the last man, you will escape death." This statement does not apply today.

It is not the last one who dies, but the three who run the fastest.

The first one, with one foot already in the warehouse door, was shot in the back.

He fell to the ground, his eyes full of reluctance and despair.

One step, just one step away, he can avoid the sheepfold that asks for his life.

The first three were killed, but that didn't stop the rest from trying to survive, and they ran forward with their lives.

However, the dense rain curtain did not seem to hinder the people in the sheepfold, and their vision seemed to be able to penetrate the heavy rain directly. Shoot accurately and deadly.

Five more fell "before dawn."

On the contrary, those behind who were slow on their feet were still alive, and they even deliberately slowed down their pace.

When three more people were knocked down, the rest did not dare to move anymore, and they stood like puppets in the rain, washed by the rain.

The gunfire suddenly stopped.

The sharp pain in Fred's ears pained him, but what made him even more desperate was that he realized that the people in the sheepfold who were attacking them did not take them seriously.

It was a slaughter, just like they had just slaughtered the sheep.

They are definitely playing a game, playing with the people on their side.

They want to tell themselves that whoever they want to die, they will let die; Whenever you want your people to die, you can die.

Just as Fred, who was still in his head, a "sheep" suddenly moved in the center of the flock.

Chen Jianqiu pulled the big white canvas on his head up again.

His squatting legs were a little numb, and the smell of sheep around him was a little heavy.

The rain was too great, and this tattered canvas still couldn't compare with the rainproof materials of later generations, and his trouser legs and upper body were already completely wet.

This canvas shelters the rain from loneliness.

When the thirteen rounds in the gun were finished, he took out the bullets and reloaded.

Then, Chen Jianqiu once again edged the canvas on his head, turned on the shooter mode, and continued to aim at Fred's doglegs.

But he suddenly noticed that the group were all standing still in the rain like sculptures, not knowing what they were doing.

"Inexplicable."

Chen Jianqiu was too lazy to think about what these people were thinking, it was better to hit a fixed target, and it didn't take too much effort.

A succession of gunfire rang out.

As a result, the "sculpture" fell, and the hope of survival was dashed.

Fred's mind was still clear, and he shouted, "Lie down!" After that, he fainted in pain.

When the people heard this, they didn't care so much, and they all threw themselves into the muddy water at once, and they didn't care what was on the ground.

They lay on the ground trembling, guns clutched in their hands, for fear that the enemies in the sheepfold opposite them would come out and kill them.

However, Chen Jianqiu had no such plans.

After seeing that the targets had all become "Voldemort", Chen Jianqiu also stopped shooting, and he put away his rifle.

On James's side, the rain was so heavy that they couldn't see the situation in the rain at all, so except for James, the two people on the second floor ran to the first floor to check on the casualties and damage to the house.

There was a brief silence in the pasture, except for the sound of rain and the cries of animals.

The rain in New Mexico comes and goes as fast as it goes.

The rain gradually subsided, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the sun crept into his face, and the sunlight shot out through the gaps in the clouds.

Fred's affectionate and righteous subordinate first pushed him down and saved his life, and now he saved his second life.

He took out the first aid from his bag, made a simple bandage for Fred, and actually stopped the bleeding!

In this era, there are only a handful of cowboys with first-aid kits, and it is a miracle of miracles that can be bandaged and stop bleeding in heavy rain.

However, Fred still didn't wake up for a while.

The other doglegs lost command and were a little overwhelmed, but none of them dared to get up.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance.

James on the second floor followed the voice and looked, and on the horizon, a team of people appeared, and at a cursory glance, there were about thirty people.

The person at the head, Daddy James may never forget for the rest of his life.

He had been a close friend of his own son, but he had killed him with his own hands.

This man was none other than Lincolnshire's new sheriff, Pyler Gatler.

The sheriff received the message a few hours ago.

The cowboys who had left Daddy James before didn't all ignore their bosses, and one of them hurried to Lincolnshire and told the sheriff the news.

When the sheriff heard this, he didn't care that the rain was coming, and immediately called all the police forces he could call, and if it weren't for the perennial chaos in Lincolnshire, he might not have been able to gather more than thirty law enforcement officers.

He knew what kind of person Fred was.

Pyler was quick and anxious along the way.

There was someone he loved most in the ranch, though the girl now regarded him as an enemy.

Pyler's men approached the pasture and soon saw the mess in the pasture.

There were traces of gunfights everywhere, and the main house, half of which had been burned down.

"Fence this place!" Pyler shouted.

The dozen or so Fred men left on the ranch, who had never been so eager to see the police, immediately got up from the ground.

They were covered in muddy water, smelly and dirty, as if they had just gone to dredge the river.

"Help! Sir! Help us! Sir! "They ran to the law enforcement officers like saviors, and none of them wanted to stay in the confines of the sheepfold for a moment.

Pyler looked at them with disgust, asked the law enforcement officers to seize their guns, tied them up one by one with ropes, and lined them up in a long line, one by one, and led them out of the ranch.

Including Fred, who was still unconscious.

He was treated a little better, tied hand and foot, and threw him on a horse.

Chen Jianqiu lifted the canvas covering his body, shook the rain on his body, and stood up from the flock.

There was still a slight rainflake in the sky.

He walked back into the warehouse, threw his gun back into the wagon, rummaged through the back of the wagon, and found a dry suit to change into.

He regained his honest appearance, and planned to wait for the police to leave, and then quietly set off in his own carriage.

He saw Daddy James and Emily also walk out of the house, looking tired, and completely devoid of the excitement of the rest of their lives.

Pyler walked to the front of the house with the doctor who had come with him.

He told the doctor to rush into the house and resuscitate the injured people in the house.

James walked towards the warehouse, wanting to see if Chen Jianqiu was still alive, and when he passed by the sheriff, he didn't even look at him.

With the same attitude as him, there is Emily.

Pyler opened his mouth to say something to the girl, but in the end he didn't say a word.

But the next moment, what he said stunned everyone.

He said with a blank face:

"There are a few people left in the ranch to watch, and the rest of the others are also taken away!"

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