In the moonlight, a galloping team of men and horses appeared.

An undriven black horse suddenly rushed out of the horse team, its black mane raised backwards in the wind, like a wave moving undulating, its four hooves flew like a swift wind and lightning, rushing towards Chen Jianqiu's direction, and a cloud of dust was raised behind him.

A loud eagle whistle sounded in the sky, and the silhouette of a huge golden eagle appeared in the full moon.

Black radish! Corn!

The detectives tried to shoot at the black horse, but the black horse was so fast that it was like an afterimage and couldn't hit it.

In an instant, the black radish had already arrived in front of Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu strode forward with the cart gun, jumped forward, and landed firmly on the back of the galloping black radish.

He whistled, and the dark horse turned, speeding parallel to the detectives' position.

Chen Jianqiu raised the Winchester 1873 in his hand.

Death has come upon this wilderness again,

The hearts of the Pinkerton detectives in the front row bloomed one after another, and their lives were gone, one after the other.

Lynch was already back with his teammates.

He saw Chen Jianqiu, and the death he brought.

He plucked a Springfield rifle from his horse, which had accompanied him for many years, killing countless heroes in the West.

Lynch raised the gun in his hand, held his breath, and turned on the shooter state.

His state as a shooter is not the same as Chen Jianqiu

In his field of vision, the world gradually became smaller, until the front, only Chen Jianqiu and his dark horse remained.

His crosshairs were glued to the man and the horse.

He did not believe that in the west, there would be anyone who would be able to escape under his own guns.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, suddenly a sharp sound of a bullet cutting through the air reached his ears.

It's the feeling of death.

After a moment's relief, the focus in front of him vanished, and Lynch hurriedly dodged sideways.

"Bell!"

The bullet hit the gun in his hand, and Lynch's mouth shook violently, and the Springfield rifle came out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Lynch gripped his aching wrist and looked incredulously in the direction the bullet was flying.

Not far behind Chen Jianqiu, a cowboy in a gray-blue shabby jacket rode an old horse and held a gun in his hand, the muzzle of which was pointed at him.

Adam Granger, right there, put down the gun in his hand and turned his gaze to Chen Jianqiu in front of him.

Looking at this young man galloping on a horse, his eyes were full of the shadow of his eighteen-year-old.

Behind them suddenly rang out the distinctive shouts of Apache Indian warriors, making it impossible to guess how many men there were.

Jeronimo has no intention of hiding his whereabouts, and his tactical style has always been as fast as the wind and as aggressive as fire.

Before the people arrived, the sound of horses' hooves arrived, and the sound of gunfire came first.

After a volley, Pinkerton's detectives immediately lay down a few more.

Lynch's face was solemn, he had never suffered such a big loss since he started his career.

"Retreat! Withdraw! Withdraw! ”

He turned on his horse and gave three orders in a row, although the detectives were unwilling, they chose to obey the order and retreated out of the town in an orderly manner under the leadership of Lynch.

This time Lynch's action was actually a hammer deal.

As Pinkerton's chief thug in the western states, Aaron Pinkerton gave him plenty of autonomy.

But this does not mean that he can continue to "do not do his job" without restrictions.

Lynch is a man of great ambition, and he has long planned to set up his own business, and for this reason, he has made full plans and multiple schemes.

This treasure was bound to be obtained by him, especially after reading the old mayor's letter.

But he can't afford the sheer loss of the agents, and he won't be able to hold his boss back in New York accountable.

He has been on a path from which there is no turning back.

Pinkerton's detectives mounted as fast as they could, and retreated in a neat formation towards the outside of town.

They covered each other, staggered to the rear, to ensure the continuity of fire, methodical.

Jerónimo wanted to take the soldiers to continue the pursuit, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu:

"Don't chase it yet, I don't want one of our brothers to get hurt."

He pointed in the direction of the police station, where Daddy James and Emily were still besieged.

Just after Chen Jianqiu broke through the blockade of the detective agency and climbed out of the courtyard wall.

Daddy James and the others are fighting to the death with Fred and the others who are pouring up in the basement.

When they reached the staircase, Pyler and Miles were shooting at the staircase.

Bullets flew everywhere, so that the person at the staircase on the opposite side couldn't lift his head.

Daddy James looked at the corpse at the top of the stairs, then at Pyler, whose forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and without saying a word, picked up the rifles left by the fallen officers on the ground.

He aimed in the direction of the staircase.

He now wanted to rush straight to the other side, and dash at Fred and his doglegs on the stairs to avenge his dead cowboy brothers and sheep.

But reason told him that there was Emily behind him, his daughter, so he chose to set up the gun anyway.

They weren't in a hurry, Fred downstairs was in a hurry.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

He now somewhat regrets his decision.

I thought Thomas could paddle, but I didn't think he could paddle like that.

I gave Thomas a hand outside.

If after a while, the lawyer said that his non-existent ranch reinforcements could not be reached, and Thomas outside could see the truth.

Then I really can't guarantee that this thing won't come in directly, and bring Pyler and himself to the same pot.

His ear, which was missing half of his ear, hurt again.

"Rush, why don't you rush?" Fred stood on the steps with a gun in his hand and yelled at the people above, "The reward I just said is valid forever. ”

His cowboys, you look at me, I look at you, with a sad face.

It's true that the prize money is high, but you have to have a life to get it.

The first person to rush up and take the prize is now lying at the top of the staircase, and the corpse is probably getting cold.

"Someone outside answered, rush through that staircase and we'll be saved!" Fred was so emotional and reasonable, and for the first time he realized that he was so patient.

But the cowboys still hesitated.

"Damn, if you want to die, you can all die here. Wait for the group of people who were in ambush in the sheepfold before James to come and rescue him, and they will wait to be shot one by one. ”

Fred is full of nonsense according to his imagination, which is purely a gambling crutch and a broken crutch, and there is a kind of mother teaching a disobedient child "cry again, cry again and the wolf will come and eat you".

He was about to rush forward with a gun in his hand.

Unexpectedly, his words had an inexplicable stimulation to his subordinates.

The shadow that the sheepfold brought to those people was too great, and the feeling of being forced to play the "game of death" was really too suffocating.

When those people came, they would definitely die, and now they rushed forward together, maybe there was a glimmer of life.

A crowd of people swarmed up and arched out of the staircase like a herd of bulls.

James and Pealer, who were guarding the staircase, were taken aback.

Almost subconsciously, they pulled the trigger in their hands.

The two people who rushed to the front unexpectedly rushed into the street, they didn't actually want to rush to the front, but were unexpectedly arched by the people who were eager to try it behind.

When they found that their feet had already stepped on the staircase on the first floor, they had no choice but to dodge or run forward desperately.

The people behind quickly rushed up.

Using a corpse as a cover, Fred shot James in the leg while he was restocking.

Daddy James fell to his knees in pain.

A few people from behind rushed up.

A man lunged on Emily, who was also changing bullets, and he knocked the girl to the ground, intending to punch her young face.

"Don't touch her!" Sergeant Pyler roared angrily, and at this point he finally showed the strength of a top gunslinger in the West on a par with "Billy the Kid".

He shot the brawny man who was riding on Emily, then turned the muzzle of the gun and struck the hammer, knocking off the head of one of the gang members who had pounced on him.

He rushed to Emily's side and helped her up.

"Leave me alone, go save my dad." Emily said to Pealer.

This was the first thing Emily had said to Billy since he had killed him.

Sergeant Pyler had mixed feelings, but he didn't have time for a long time, so he looked around.

The injured Daddy James was in extremely critical condition, his leg was injured and he was also pushed to the ground, being frantically hammered by one of Fred's men.

He's dying.

Facing the same fate is another old cowboy who has lost his gun and is struggling to resist.

Sheriff Pyler was just about to shoot, but found that the bullet in the gun had run out, so he quickly changed the bullet, and while changing, he yelled at Miles, who was still in a safe position:

"Shoot! Miles! ”

Miles' hands trembled a little, he had never seen this before, and he was a little panicked, and he raised the gun in his hand tremblingly.

Pyler rushed over, snatched the gun from his hand, shot each of the two strong men, knocked them down, and killed a guy who was passing by and running straight towards the entrance of the hallway.

Miles wanted to cry without tears, and this was the second person to snatch the gun from him tonight.

Fred hides behind the corpse after shooting Daddy James in the leg, but he suddenly discovers that his men are almost gone.

So, while Pyler was cleaning up his men, he aimed at Pyler and fired a shot at him.

The shot hit Pyler's arm with the gun.

His arm hung limply, and the gun fell to the ground.

Fred glanced at the ground, the dead and wounded on the opposite side were basically incapacitated, he didn't even bother to replenish the gun, and ran directly towards the entrance of the corridor.

Stay in the green mountains without fear of no firewood, run away and be done, goodbye to you.

But just as he rushed out of the corridor and rushed to the courtyard door, a voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Fred, stop me!"

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