O'Neill picked up Hayden's gun from the ground and flipped some more bullets out of his pocket.

He took the lead and got on the bridge.

Since the leader is in the front, the junior brothers can't lag behind.

A crowd followed him closely.

"Sir, I don't seem to see Larsen, did he and his Swedes escape?"

The worker behind O'Neill asked, looking around.

"No, I asked him to take a long detour and intercept the retreat of those Chinese workers."

O'Neill said with a gun in his hand and without squinting.

The worker was stunned.

O'Neill had no intention of letting the Chinese workers go.

He wanted to kill them all!

Hawley, who knew all this, stood at the back of the crowd.

He looked worriedly to the other side of the river, hoping that his boss would be safe.

O'Neill crossed the bridge with a dozen or so white men.

He stared at the roof of the house closest to the river.

Since he crossed the bridge with everyone just now, there has been no one there.

O'Neill felt more and more that the Chinese workers on the opposite side should have run away last night, and the person just now was purely staying to disgust people and delay their time!

"Rush! Don't let that stinky boy on the roof run away! ”

He roared, picked up his gun, and rushed forward.

The dozen or so whites followed.

Just as O'Neill was charging towards the house, he suddenly caught a glimpse of it.

In another position on the roof, the young man on the roof that he had been thinking about appeared again.

In his hand, he was holding a rifle, and this rifle looked different from the guns he had seen before.

"Beat him up."

O'Neill pointed to Chen Jianqiu on the roof, and his words were not finished.

I only heard a loud "boom".

A huge fire appeared behind them.

A black cloud rose from the bridge, and when the black cloud dispersed, O'Neill realized that the wooden bridge had been blown in two.

The white people who were swarming forward on the wooden bridge were either thrown directly into the river by the explosion, or they fell because the bridge was overwhelmed.

For a while, the river below the bridge was like dumplings, covered with horizontal and vertical "soup chickens". ”

The horizontal ones were directly killed and stunned, and the vertical ones were struggling up and down the river.

"Sir, there is an ambush! He, they have explosives! ”

The worker next to O'Neill was holding his head and looking for a place to hide.

However, at the head of the bridge, bare, where can there be a place to hide?

"Ambush a fart!" O'Neill grabbed the worker's collar and dragged him up, "If there was an ambush, the guns on the other side would have come a long time ago." ”

He pointed to the seemingly empty houses ahead, and then to the broken bridge behind him.

"Can you go back now? Yes? Hurry up and rush with me! ”

On the opposite roof, Chen Jianqiu leaned against the chimney.

With that shot just now, he directly exploded the detonator.

The explosives under the bridge did not drop the chain and were successfully detonated.

The rifle in Chen Jianqiu's hand is the same model as the previous Browning sample gun, and is now officially called Roswell 1885.

He tugged on the bolt and took a deep breath, and a sideways figure flashed out of the chimney.

In shooter mode, it took him half a second to find O'Neill, who was running wildly in his direction.

Chen Jianqiu pulled the trigger.

"Bang."

O'Neill fell to the ground.

He clutched his heart and lay on his back on the ground.

Blood poured from his fingers.

The second shot, behead its boss!

The workers next to him were so frightened that they were about to run backwards with their heads in their hands, but they were blocked by the people behind them.

These whites were core members of Hayden's "3 Klux Klan" party organization, and most of them had criminal records.

They stood still, ready to return fire.

However, Chen Jianqiu did not give them this opportunity.

After killing another white militant, he flashed back to the back of the roof again.

The whites had no choice but to shoot at the roof and rush towards the house.

Every time Chen Jianqiu dodged out from behind the roof, he would take the lives of one or two white people.

By the time the group of whites rushed under the house, there were only six people left.

The leader leaned against the wall and went around to the back of the house.

They held their heads up the whole time and pointed their guns at the roof.

As soon as you see the person behind the roof, six guns are fired at the same time, and even if someone can't hit it accurately, that person will have a few more holes in his body.

However, when they jerked around the corner, they found that

There was no one on the roof.

"Here!"

Chen Jianqiu and the dozen or so Chinese workers who had been ambushed suddenly rushed out of the corner of the house and even the nearby houses.

A white man who was still looking up at the roof was slashed in the neck by Chen Jianqiu, who was close to him.

Lei Youqing, who had white hair, roared loudly, picked up an axe and smashed it on a white man's head.

The white man turned and tried to dodge, but he was struck on the shoulder, and he ran away with the pain, but was chased by the old miner and slashed to the ground with an axe.

A young Chinese worker grabbed a white man by the waist and pushed him into the corner.

The white man tried his best to keep himself from falling to the ground, and smashed the young miner on the back with the butt of his rifle.

The young miner felt a pain in his back, and only felt that his throat was fishy and sweet.

But he gritted his teeth, clinging to the white man's waist and refusing to let go, suppressing the enemy with all his strength.

After Chen Jianqiu finished off an enemy, he pulled out and took out the revolver and shot the white man's head.

The rest of the whites were also under siege.

Hoes and shovels rushed to their heads and bodies.

The attack was so sudden that none of the whites reacted.

They fired only three shots in the entire process, two of which were misfired.

Except for a young miner whose arm was grazed by a bullet, everyone else was intact!

Soon, the whites were six corpses on the ground.

"Quick, get their guns and bullets, go to the back! Mine Three! Chen Jianqiu picked up the gun on the ground and handed it to Lei Youqing.

"I'm here with you to foreigners!" The old miner's eyes were embarrassed and full of murderous intent.

"I'm enough for one person here, the bridge collapsed, and they won't be able to come over for a while!" Chen Jianqiu said, "But there may be people on the other side of the No. 3 well." ”

He pointed to the crowd on the other side of the river.

"I clicked, compared to the people gathered yesterday, there are a lot fewer people on the other side, either these people have flinched, or they have copied our back road."

Chen Jianqiu looked in the direction of Well No. 3.

"I hope it's the former, but for now, the latter is a little bit more likely."

Lei Youqing didn't say much nonsense, and rushed directly to the direction of the No. 3 shaft with his gun and the young miners.

Chen Jianqiu himself, on the other hand, climbed onto the roof again.

On the other side of the river, the whites who were blocked on the other side of the bridge were in a mess.

Some of them were busy rescuing people who had fallen into the water, and some were wailing over their wounds.

Others were still holding their guns and shooting across the river.

However, due to the range, little was achieved.

These whites witnessed O'Neill and his followers disappear across the river without returning, and all of them were wiped out.

And they, except to shout on the other side of the river, and symbolically set off a few shots to show their impotent rage, could do nothing.

A Chinese cowboy standing on the roof, and a group of Chinese miners hiding in the shadows under the house, forcibly blocked them out of the Chinese residential area.

A few people couldn't help it and wanted to get into the water and swim across the river.

But Chen Jianqiu appeared on the roof again.

This time, instead of being a killer, he playfully aimed at the cap of the launcher.

After a few of the hats were blown away, most of the white men who had gone into the water returned to shore honestly.

The white people are reluctant but helpless.

More miners, the foundation of their hearts, was deeply shaken.

What about the weakness of the good and the deceitful? Say yes, they'll just run? What about being like a flock?

But now, this flock of sheep will not only kill, but also blow up the bridge with explosives!