In the coming week, the strongholds of the "Corinthian Cowboys" outside Tombstone Town were attacked one after another.

No one knows what happened there, because not a single one was left alive.

Just passers-by will find corpses in the stronghold, or simply ruins burned by fire.

The Corinthian cowboys fell into fear.

They didn't even know who was attacking them.

There is only one person who knows best in his heart, and that is Ike.

The day after he learned about the accident in the pasture from his followers, he took his younger brothers into the mountains.

Ike understood that if the rest of the Corinthian Cowboys knew that he had provoked the Hades, then his "colleagues" would tear him apart first without Wyatt coming to the door.

"Damn, how can he fight like that?" Ike poked the meat on the grill with a knife and muttered to himself.

"It's so brutal, there are seven or eight charred corpses lying on a ranch, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it" A cowboy next to him took a sip of wine and shook his head.

"We shouldn't have provoked them at the time, just leave it to the sheriff in Tombstone Town, he's already unhappy with Wyatt." Another denim in black bib pants began to babble and complain, "If it goes on like this, sooner or later it will be our turn." ”

"Fart! Kill Wyatt's two brothers, and you have a share! Kill that cripple and you shoot twice! The drinking cowboy jumped up and yelled at the black bibs, "You shit! Are you scared? ”

"Who the fuck are you talking about?" The black bib also stood up, glaring at each other.

"Just talk about you, what's wrong? You trash! Cowboy picked up the bottle in his hand and looked like it was about to smash it on the head of the black overalls.

"Shut up!" Ike yelled.

His knife poked the meat on the grill, and the fat on the meat turned into oil, dripping into the campfire, and the flames burst out.

Wyatt's sweep outside Tombstone Town sent everyone present into great fear.

It was as if outside the mountain, there was a god of death wandering around hunting, coming to them at any moment to ask for their lives.

Ike looked around.

There were thirteen people involved in the last attack on Wyatt.

Four were killed on the spot by Chen Jianqiu, one was killed by Holiday from the window, and the remaining eight followed him into the mountain.

Suddenly, he realizes that something is wrong.

There seems to be one less of these people.

"What about Diaz? Where did Diaz go? Damn it! Ike looked at the cowboys beside him, "Who of you knows?" ”

The cowboys looked at each other.

"I don't see him since yesterday." Black bib clutched his hair.

The cowboy with the bottle looked at Ike, "Boss, otherwise, let's continue to change places." ”

Ike looked at the meat on the grill, and his eyes gradually became fierce.

"Don't hide, no matter how strong he Wyatt and Holiday are, there are only two of them, and there are seven of us, why should we hide from them?"

He stabbed the roast into the piece of roast.

There was not only oil in it, but also blood and water.

So, where is Diaz?

Diaz is on the edge of a railroad track.

However, he was lying on the railroad tracks, trapped by the ropes, and could not move a single bit.

He had run out of the mountain just not wanting to sink with Ike's thief ship, but as soon as he got out of the mountain, he was caught by Wyatt and the others.

Chen Jianqiu squatted in front of him, holding a dagger in his hand, and slapped his cheek:

"I've heard that when you are run over by a train, you don't lose consciousness instantly, and your butt is crushed into flesh, but your eyes can still see."

The sound of a steam whistle could be heard in the distance, and the silhouette of the train could be faintly seen.

Diaz was trembling, his eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't say a word.

The train is getting closer.

"Alright, let's stay away, so we don't have to wait for blood and rotten flesh to be splashed." Chen Jianqiu stood up and said to a few people behind him.

They turned around and were about to leave.

"Huh? What does it taste like? Sean covered his nose.

A smell of urine came from the direction of the railroad tracks.

"Boss, he's peeing!" The black man pointed to Diaz on the railroad tracks.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the people on the railroad tracks with disgust.

Diaz was shaking all over, tears and snot in his eyes.

"Boss, is there a possibility that this coward is so frightened that he can't speak." Hanif touched his nose.

Chen Jianqiu thought about it for a moment and felt that there was indeed such a possibility.

So he raised his sword and fell, and the rope was broken.

It's just that Diaz is as soft as mud and can't get up at all.

Chen Jianqiu grabbed his clothes, lifted him lightly, lifted him off the rails, and threw him into a bush by the tracks.

They dragged the goods to the back of a hill.

After regaining some sanity, Diaz told them everything about the attack, including the designation of the original attack plan, Ike's current location, and the number of men and equipment.

"If I, I said, yes, there is a lie, you, you can kill me at any time." Diaz swore tremblingly.

So, under the leadership of Erwuzai Diaz, Chen Jianqiu and the others entered the valley where Ike was hiding.

There is a clear river in the valley, and on either side of the river, there is a forest, which is rare in Arizona.

The group decided to get off the horse and trim it first.

Horses need to drink water, and people need to rest.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the edge of the river, picked up a handful of water with his hand, and splashed it on his face.

He was just about to dip his water bag into the river and fill it with a little water.

But suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

The woods on the opposite side were unusually quiet.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Holiday and found that Holiday had also touched the revolver on his waist.

He turned on the shooter state, and sure enough, behind a tree opposite, he found half of his exposed body.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out the gun without hesitation and pulled the trigger on the half of his body.

Accompanied by a gunshot rang out.

A man crooked out from behind a tree and fell directly into the water.

At the same time, the gun in Holiday went off.

Five or six people rushed out from behind the trees and attacked Chen Jianqiu and them on the riverbank.

Seeing this, Diaz turned his head and was about to run, but was kicked down by Hanif behind him, and then made up for a shot in the heart.

There was no cover on the riverbank, and Chen Jianqiu rolled backwards, avoiding the bullets that were fired at him.

The bullets hit the shore where he had been standing, some on the rocks on the shore, some into the water, and made a splash.

Before Chen Jianqiu got up, another gun in his hand had already been handed in front of him, and a shot exploded a cowboy's head.

And when he got up from the ground, both revolvers had been reset, and the two shots directly killed the other two cowboys.

"Good marksmanship!" Holiday cheered, and he and Wyatt each knocked one down.

Ike suddenly realized that he was the only one left.

What kind of monsters are these people!

He didn't care much about it now, so he turned around and ran.

But before he had entered the woods, he felt as if he had been bitten by something in the calf, and when he looked down, he saw that he had been shot there.

"Aha, I hit." Sean shouted excitedly.

Ike dragged his injured leg and struggled, limping into the woods.

"Bang!"

Wyatt didn't give him this chance, he took the Winchester rifle from Chen Jianqiu's hand and shot Ike in the back of the heart.

He took matters into his own hands by the enemy who had killed his two brothers.

A few days later, one morning, the inhabitants of the tombstone woke up from their sleep, but they were half frightened to death by what they saw.

Eight corpses were hung from a tree at the entrance of the town with ropes.

They were all Corinthian cowboy people.

Among the eight corpses, there is one person who is more special.

While the other corpses were hung around their necks with a rope, this one used two as a special favor for the chief.

Ike's head, cut off, was hung separately from his body.

In this way, everyone knows who can do these things.

Wyatt, a former deputy sheriff in Tombstone Township, became Arizona's most wanted man, and he was held accountable for multiple murders and arsons in the state.

"I still made it to the bounty list after all."

That night, in the wilderness a few kilometers outside of Tombstone Town, Wyatt sighed with a newspaper that Sean had brought him.

Hanif on the side was a little disapproving: "Isn't it just on the bounty list, as if no one has ever been on it." ”

"What are you going to do in the future?" Holiday asked.

He and Chen Jianqiu each held a shovel in their hands and dug something under a tree.

"I don't know." Wyatt shook his head, "Probably, find a place where no one is around." ”

Holiday wiped the sweat from his head, looked up, and looked at Wyatt, "This is not like the Wyatt I know. ”

He pointed to Chen Jianqiu, who was still digging: "Come with me, follow him, leave this place, and do something more meaningful." ”

Wyatt bowed his head and remained silent.

This Chinese did help himself to avenge himself, and his temper of pleasure and revenge was indeed cast, but it seems that there are always shortcomings and reasons.

"Found it!" Chen Jianqiu stopped the shovel in his hand.

He bent down, pulled out several cloth bags from the picture, and handed one of them to Wyatt's hand.

"Your share." He looked at Wyatt.

In the moonlight, his face was half light and half dark.

"The west needs a new order, and the law can't solve everything, that's the meaning of our existence."

Chen Jianqiu gave the remaining cloth bag containing silver coins to Hanif and Sean, and the other half to Holiday Holiday.

Wyatt looked at the cloth bag in his hand, thinking about Chen Jianqiu's words.

After a long time, he put the bag on his horse and turned over on his horse.

"Let's go, let's go!" Chen Jianqiu pulled the reins of the black radish and whistled.

Five men and five horses, galloping in the direction of California.