America 1881: Legend of the West

The Remington M1875 that Chen Jianqiu got from Miles was an advanced revolver among the revolvers of the same period. It was fixed-loading, rear-loading, high-precision, and powerful. Theoretically speaking, the production date was not that long ago. ,

However, his owner didn't seem to care about the guy eating in his hands, and never maintained the gun.

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

So, the gun failed when it least should have.

It's not a deflection of the bullet or jamming, but an explosion in the chamber.

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

The most important thing is that at the same time, another gun on the opposite side also fired.

The Remington's wreckage came out of his hands. Chen Jianqiu leaned backwards and fell to the ground. His posture was not very good, but he avoided the bullet and the flying parts of the pistol.

He glanced at his right hand. It was a little injured and bleeding a little, but it wasn't a big problem.

Damn it, he was not injured by the gun from the opposite side, but was bleeding from the blast of the gun in his hand.

However, Chen Jianqiu is not in the mood to hold the owner of the gun accountable for the time being. His position has now been exposed. If other detectives arrive, he can easily be locked up from all directions.

Besides, he has no weapons in his hand,

When the time comes, they will either be shot to death or captured without mercy.

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

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

Bet on the opponent's marksmanship and your own body skills.

Of the two people on the opposite side, one had temporarily lost his weapon like him, and the remaining one was about as good as him in marksmanship. His techniques were extremely sophisticated and vicious, and he most likely had the same talent as a marksman as himself.

This is a gamble.

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

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

Ejection start.

Taking the first step, without losing any momentum or body shape, he leaned half of his body out of the stone to see if the opponent was holding his side.

The gun didn't go off.

Taking the second step, the left foot stepped forward firmly, and the muscles of the left leg exerted force, bursting out with unprecedented power in this life. The body shape was like an arrow leaving the string, and the whole body appeared outside the stone.

Still the gun didn't go off.

Take the third step, stagger your right legs forward, and accelerate!

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and looked in the opposite direction, turning on the shooter mode. really! From the bushes on the other side, a humanoid silhouette emerged.

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

But still the gun didn't go off.

He is predicting!

Taking the fourth step, his feet turned into leaps, and his body suddenly jumped forward, leaving an afterimage behind him.

"boom!"

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

The bet was won!

Chen Jianqiu landed on his front feet, rolled over, and immediately got up and ran 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 another step forward, his fingertips had already touched the handle of one of the guns.

The shooter on the opposite side was resetting the hammer, and he missed the best shooting opportunity and angle at this time.

However, at this moment, Chen Jianqiu discovered that the other person opposite who had just knocked off his gun actually dodged a stone again.

He realized that he had made a mistake, a fatal mistake.

That man, like himself, carried two guns.

At this moment, from this angle, he could see the man's face clearly.

This man has white beard and hair and is dressed in cowboy clothing. He is the former mayor of Montrose Town.

This man had a fight with him at the grocery store in Montrose. His gun was fast and accurate, and his identity was by no means as simple as it seemed.

He was injured and ran away, but he didn't expect to show up 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 and the mayor's gun.

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

Chen Jianqiu picked up the "Peacemaker" on the cart, turned around, pulled the trigger, and shot him.

Almost at the same time, the gun in the mayor's hand also fired.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly felt as if his chest had been hit by a hammer, and his throat trembled.

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

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

Blood flowed from his fingers.

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

The mayor could no longer support his body and fell forward.

Severe pain came from his chest. Chen Jianqiu looked down and saw that there was a bullet hole in the chest of his leather jacket.

Still, he was shot.

Of course he understood what it meant to be shot in the chest in this situation. A strong enemy was ahead, and the more violently he exercised, the faster he would die.

If he doesn't get timely treatment, he may die from wound infection.

However, something seems wrong.

Why didn't the wound bleed?

Chen Jianqiu quickly put his hand into his jacket and touched it.

There was no moist blood, no painful wounds, but something cold.

He took out a golden pocket watch.

The case of the pocket watch has been completely deformed, sunk deeply inward, and the exquisite carvings are twisted into irregular lines. With a slight shake, the glass fragments of the dial fall down one after another.

He got this pocket watch in Pitkin County, in the ruins of the Phelps family's mansion. Seeing the exquisite workmanship, he kept it on him to tell the time.

Unexpectedly, he saved his life here.

Chen Jianqiu took the pocket watch back into his arms and smiled slightly.

It seems that Lord Yama doesn't know whether he has a dispute with the local God of Death in America, or he is unwilling to accept him.

He escaped.

He calmed down the turbid air in his chest, exhaled it gently, and then leaned against the side of the cart.

The bullet belt and another revolver were at hand.

Chen Jianqiu pulled the bullet belt, skilfully passed it through the belt with his left hand, and six bullets appeared in the palm of his hand.

He shook off the bullet cylinder of his revolver and pressed it with his left hand. The bullet slid into the bullet cylinder as if it had found its own home.

Chen Jianqiu turned the bullet nest and then threw it back again.

He gently pointed at his gun and said, "Good brother, it's up to you."

The back of the cart is in the shooting blind spot where there is only one person on the opposite side. The person on the opposite side cannot hit you, but you can't hit that person either.

Chen Jianqiu decided to go around the cart and slowly adjust his position.

The positions of the two people were no longer a secret to each other. Chen Jianqiu believed that when he was staring at the other person, the other person was also staring at him.

What's left is a duel between gunners. Both of them have the talent of a shooter. It depends on whose gun is faster and whose gun is accurate.

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

He took a deep breath, then used the edge as an axis and turned around in a flash.

But what surprised him was that there was no one where he thought the person should be.

Chen Jianqiu quickly searched in all directions.

However, no trace of the man was found.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps from the side, and many people came around from the side.

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

Several bullets hit the wooden wheels of the cart, splinters of wood flew everywhere, and a piece of debris almost flew into his eyes.

Chen Jianqiu looked in the direction of the bullets. In the west direction, many Pinkerton detectives appeared. They were shooting in his direction, moving forward steadily while shooting.

It's time to come.

The person on the opposite side chose to avoid the duel. In the eyes of the sharpshooters in the West, it was the most shameful choice, but in fact it was the wisest choice.

He had no intention of being one-on-one with him.

Chen Jianqiu understood him very well. If he were in the opposite position, he would do the same thing.

But now there is a problem. Whether it is range, power, or shooting density, the firepower from the opposite side is crushing itself.

No matter how awesome Browning modified his Colt M1873, it was still a revolver.

It's not easy to use at this distance.

He was going to get the Winchester repeating rifle he had on his cart.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, the sharp sound of bullets streaking through the nearby air came to his ears again.

Still coming from the other direction.

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

He was flanked.

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