The Remington M1875 that Chen Jianqiu got from Myers is considered advanced in the revolver of the same period, with fixed ammunition, rear loading, high accuracy and great power, and theoretically the production date is not very long.

However, his owner doesn't seem to care about the guy who eats in his own hands, and has never had the gun serviced.

In addition, there are some problems with the origin of the fixed ammunition itself.

So, the gun went wrong when it shouldn't have been.

It's not bullet deflection, it's not jamming, it's exploding.

Chen Jianqiu felt a violent shock in his hand, and then saw sparks burst out from the upper part of the nest, the parts flew around, and the nest directly turned into a piece of scrap metal and flew out.

The most critical thing is that at the same time, another gun on the opposite side also rang out.

Remington's wreckage came out of his hand, and Chen Jianqiu hurriedly leaned back and fell to the ground, his posture was not very good, but he would avoid the bullet and the parts that flew out of the pistol.

He glanced at his right hand, it was a little wounded and bleeding, but it wasn't a big deal.

Ni Ma was not injured by the gun on the other side, but was bleeding from the gun in his hand.

However, Chen Jianqiu was in no mood to hold the owner of the gun accountable for the time being, his location had been exposed, and if other detectives arrived, it would be easy to lock himself in from all directions.

Besides, he has no weapons in his hand.

When the time comes, they will either be shot indiscriminately and killed, or they will be captured.

However, neither of these endings is within Chen Jianqiu's acceptable range.

He looked at his cart not far away and decided to take a gamble.

Bet on the marksmanship of the opposite side and your own body.

Of the two people opposite, one of them temporarily lost his weapon like himself, and the remaining one was between his marksmanship and his own, and his skills were extremely sophisticated and vicious, and there was a high probability that he had the same talent as a shooter.

It's a gamble.

Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath and lowered his center of gravity, and every muscle in his body accumulated strength.

Then, without warning, he rushed out from behind the stone like a spring.

Catapult start.

The first step is to step out, without leaving momentum, without changing the shape, half of the body leans out of the stone, betting on whether the opposite side is on this side.

The gun did not go off.

The second step was taken out, the left foot that stepped forward was solid, the muscles of the left leg were violently exerted, and the power that had never been seen in this life erupted, and the body was like an arrow from the string, and the whole body appeared outside the stone.

The gun still didn't go off.

Step out on the third step, staggered forward with your right leg, and accelerate!

Chen Jianqiu looked sideways in the opposite direction and turned on the shooter state. Really! In the bushes on the other side, a silhouette of a human figure appeared.

The gun in his hand was raised, the muzzle of which was pointed in his direction.

But the gun still didn't go off.

He's prejudicating!

The fourth step out, the step changed from a step to a leap, and the figure suddenly rushed forward, leaving an afterimage behind him.

"Bang!"

A bullet burst through the air from the direction of the human figure and flew past Chen Jianqiu's back.

Bet won!

Chen Jianqiu landed on his front foot, rolled over, and immediately got up and rushed towards the cart.

After a few steps, he was only one step away from the cart, and his two "peacemakers" on the cart were already within reach.

Taking a step forward, his fingertips touched the handle of one of the guns.

The person who fired the shot on the opposite side was resetting the hammer, and he also missed the best timing and angle to shoot at this time,

However, at this moment, Chen Jianqiu found that the other person on the opposite side who had just been shot off by himself actually flashed out of the stone again.

He found himself making a mistake, a fatal one.

The man, like himself, carried two guns.

And at this moment, from this angle, he also saw the person's face clearly.

This man had white hair and was dressed as a cowboy, and he was the old mayor of Montrose Town.

This man had fought himself at the grocery store in Montrose, and the gun was fast and accurate, and his identity was anything but as simple as it seemed.

He was wounded and fled, but he didn't expect to appear here.

The mayor also raised his gun.

At this time, Chen Jianqiu was still sprinting towards the back of the cart, his whole body exposed to the moonlight, exposed to the mayor's gun.

Life and death were at this moment, and he had no time to dodge.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the "peacemaker" on the board car, turned around, pulled the trigger, and shot it.

Almost at the same time, the gun in the mayor's hand rang out.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a hammer in his chest, and his throat was smack.

He fell to the back of the cart and lay on the ground, coughing violently.

Chen Jianqiu struggled to sit up, looked in front of him through the gap in the wooden wheels, and found that the mayor opposite was holding his heart.

Blood poured from his fingers.

A gust of night wind blew, causing the bushes to sway and the gravel to roll.

Mayor Mare, unable to support his body any longer, fell forward.

Severe pain came from his chest, and Chen Jianqiu looked down to see that there was an extra bullet hole in the chest of his leather jacket.

Again, I was shot.

Of course, he understood what it meant to be shot in the chest in such a situation, and the more intense he moved, the faster he died.

If you don't get timely treatment, you are afraid that you will die of wound infection.

However, there seems to be something wrong.

Why didn't the wound bleed?

Chen Jianqiu hurriedly reached into his jacket and touched it.

There was no wet blood, no painful wounds to touch, but something cold.

He pulled out a golden pocket watch.

The case of the pocket watch had been completely deformed, sunken inward, and the delicate engravings were twisted into irregular lines, and with a slight shake, the glass shards of the dial fell.

He had acquired this pocket watch in Pitkinshire, in the ruins of the Phelps family's mansion, and he saw that it was exquisitely workmanlike, so he left it on his body to watch the time.

I didn't expect to save his life here.

Chen Jianqiu put the pocket watch back into his arms, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

It seems that Lord Yama doesn't know if he has a dispute with the local god of death in the United States, or if he is unwilling to accept himself.

Escaped by himself.

He smoothed the turbidity in his chest, exhaled it gently, and leaned over to the side of the cart.

The bullet belt and another revolver are at hand.

Chen Jianqiu pulled the bullet belt, skillfully brushed it from the belt with his left hand, and six bullets appeared in the palm of his hand.

He shook off the nest of his revolver and pressed his left hand over it, and the bullet slid into the nest as if it had found its home.

Chen Jianqiu spun the nest for a moment, and then threw it back again.

He whispered to his gun, "Good brother, it's up to you." ”

The back of the cart is located in the shooting blind spot of the person left on the opposite side, and the person on the opposite side can't hit him, but he can't hit that person either.

Chen Jianqiu decided to circle the cart and slowly adjust the position.

The position of the two people is no longer a secret to each other, Chen Jianqiu believes that when he stares at the opposite side, the other side is also staring at him.

The rest is a duel between the gunners, both of whom have the talent of the shooter state, to see whose gun is fast and whose gun is accurate.

Chen Jianqiu had already touched the edge of the side of the car.

He took a deep breath, then turned out with a dodge on the edge.

But to his surprise, there was no one in the position where he thought that person should be.

Chen Jianqiu quickly searched all directions.

However, no trace of that person was found.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps from the side, and many people were wrapped up from the side.

The gunshots rang out again, and Chen Jianqiu quickly lowered his head.

Several bullets hit the wooden wheels of the cart, and sawdust flew everywhere, and a piece of debris almost flew into his eye.

Chen Jianqiu looked in the direction of the bullets, and in the direction of the west, there were many Pinkerton detectives, who were shooting in their own direction, moving steadily forward while shooting.

What should have come is still coming.

The person on the other side chose to escape the duel, which was the most humiliating in the eyes of the sharpshooters in the west, but it was actually the wisest choice.

He didn't plan to go one-on-one with himself.

Chen Jianqiu understood him very well, and if he was in the opposite position, he would do the same.

But now there is a problem, whether it is range, power, or shooting density, the firepower of the opposite side has formed a crushing effect on itself.

No matter how awesome his own Colt M1873 was changed by Browning, it was also a revolver.

It is not easy to make it at this distance.

He was going to pick up the Winchester repeating rifle from his cart.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand upward, he heard the screeching sound of bullets cutting through the air nearby.

Or from the other direction.

Chen Jianqiu turned sideways, and sure enough, another team of Pinkerton detectives appeared in the east.

I was caught in the flank.

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