America 1881: Legend of the West

The security captain had previously served in the New Mexico state militia. He had been dealing with Mexican gangs at the border all year round and was very responsive.

At a glance, he saw someone behind the first row of people taking out a revolver and shooting at them through the first row of people.

He didn't care whether it was an accidental injury or not, he just raised his hand and pointed in that direction and fired.

The farmer standing in the first row was shot and fell down with a groan.

When other security guards saw their captain firing, they followed suit.

The man who was hiding behind the farmer and shooting took the bullet and fell to the ground, his revolver slipping to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, continuous gunfire rang out among the crowd, which caught the security captain and his team members off guard.

This was a premeditated attack.

"Boss, get down!" The security captain rushed to Blake, who was still confused about the situation, and pushed him to the ground.

Bullets came from all directions and flew past the scalps of the two men.

The sharp sound of bullets streaking through the air continued to reach Blake's ears, making him lie on the ground and not dare to move.

"Fight back! Are all you holding fire sticks in your hands?" the security captain shouted at his security guards.

Many of the security guards hired by Blake were retired from the military and had no problem with their professional abilities.

However, their problem was that the crowd was so chaotic that it was impossible to tell who fired the shot.

Or, the shooter has just been found, but there are several people running around him, and the security guards can't pull the trigger.

"Shoot! You idiots, if you don't kill them, you will be beaten to death by them!" The security captain became anxious.

He fired a few more shots and knocked down two people, one holding a gun and the other a farmer holding a sign.

Dunleavy initially thought that a farmer had hidden a gun, but then he couldn't control his emotions and fired. He shouted to the people around him at the top of his lungs:

"Don't be impulsive! Control your emotions! Don't use force against force!"

However, no one paid attention to him, some threw the sign and ran away, some bumped around like headless flies, but some were ignited.

These small farmers and sharecroppers are not kind people to begin with. They are the kind of people who would get slapped twice when a dog passes by their farm.

How could they endure being shot?

They picked up the guns dropped by the dead people around them and began to shoot passionately with the security personnel on the opposite side.

For a moment, the scene was in chaos, with bullets flying everywhere.

People kept getting shot and fell to the ground.

But those Chinese workers caught in the middle have become the worst group.

After hearing the gunfire at first, several people immediately squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, not daring to move.

But obviously, the bullet will not choose to take a detour around them just because they can't see themselves.

Amidst the dense bullets, those who were holding their heads were knocked to the ground before they could react, and several of those who were standing there in shock were also hit by stray bullets.

The area around the railway track was very open, and they had no idea where to hide.

No matter how bad these farmers and security guards are at shooting, the Chinese workers in the middle are just as unlucky.

"Run! Don't just sit there!" A young man in a white vest threw another young man who was at a loss to the ground.

Bullets clattered on the railroad tracks around them, and flames flew everywhere.

After dodging a barrage of gunfire, the young man in a white vest ran away, dragging those around him with him.

This young man ran very fast, even if he was dragging someone along, he was as fast as a rabbit.

"Luo Yonggui! This way!" An old man with a goatee shrank his head and hid behind a pile of sleepers, waving to the young man.

As an old man who has survived troubled times, the old man with the goatee is very experienced. After the gunfire, he immediately found a place to avoid bullets.

A young man named Luo Yonggui rushed towards the old man and jumped behind the pile of sleepers, but unexpectedly a scream of "ouch" came from behind him.

The young man who had been pulled halfway by him fell down five meters away from the pile of sleepers, and he was shot in the leg.

This shot was obviously fired intentionally.

A group of people covering their faces with triangular kerchiefs, riding horses and carrying guns, appeared in the direction behind Grange's gang.

Their target doesn't seem to be Blake and the others.

"First kill those yellow-skinned miners and don't let any of them go!" the leading cowboy whispered to the people around him, "Blake, I'll take care of him later."

As he spoke, he shot a running Chinese worker.

This shot hit his thigh, and Hua Gong fell to the ground, less than five meters away from the pile of sleepers that could save him.

"It's a pity that you can't reach the wood pile." The cowboy raised his gun again.

However, at this time, a voice came from the crowd in Grange in front, and with the voice, there was a bullet.

"Haha, I've finally waited for you, Bourne. It's no use covering your face with a triangle scarf. I know you even if you turn into ashes!"

A young man with blond hair poked his head out from the panicked crowd.

He was hiding behind a board and shot the person on the horse.

The shot was fired suddenly, but the aim was too hasty and the target area was too tricky. The shot knocked off Bourne's hat.

Bourne's identity was revealed and he fell off his horse, but he survived.

When the blond young man saw that he missed a hit, he threw his legs away and went to the nearest bunker.

"Kill him!" Bourne shouted.

Not only the people around Bourne, but also those members of the Knights who had been photographed by him and infiltrated the Grange organization, all began to shoot at the blond young man.

But the young man was very agile. Although he was forced into a panic and lost one of his shoes, he ran all the way and was lucky enough to get behind a pile of railroad tracks.

"Come on, you bastards, your father, I can't bear to see you bully bastards!" He turned sideways and shot down a member of the Knights who was shooting at him.

But this time, he wasn't so lucky.

A bullet struck him in the forearm.

The gun in the blond young man's hand flew out.

He leaned against the rail pile, took a deep breath, and took out another gun from his waist with his left hand.

The young man looked at the sky: "Mom, Dad, forgive me."

He is ready to fight to the death for what he has been chasing all these years.

On Luo Yonggui's side, the situation is not much better.

He and the old man with the goatee were forced behind the sleepers, where several Chinese workers were hiding.

Bullets flew in front of and over their heads, and they looked anxiously at the young Chinese worker lying on the ground five meters away with a gunshot wound to his leg.

"Help, save me." Hua Gong stretched out a hand to his compatriots and begged.

"I'll rush you!" Luo Yonggui gritted his teeth.

"No, two of you will die if you go!" The old man with the goatee pulled Luo Yonggui's clothes.

"No, I have to save him." Luo Yonggui broke free of the old man's hand with the goatee and rushed towards the injured Chinese worker lying on the ground like an arrow.

In just a few steps, he rushed to the injured Chinese worker, bent down, and prepared to rush back with the others on his back.

However, in this open area, a white vest was too conspicuous.

A member of the Knights targeted Luo Yonggui.

He raised the gun in his hand and locked eyes on the Chinese worker who was carrying someone away.

As long as he pulls the trigger in his hand, another yellow-skinned corpse will lie in this open space.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot.

But this gunshot was different from other gunshots going off at the scene.

It came from afar, dull and thick.

The heads of the members of the Knights exploded like watermelons, blood and brains splattered everywhere, and their lifeless bodies fell backwards toward the back of the horse.

The other team members around him were stunned and pointed their guns in Luo Yonggui's direction.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang."

There were four consecutive gunshots. This time, the gunshots came from a closer place.

The vital parts of the four gun-wielding members were spattered with blood, and they fell off their horses with their guns.

Luo Yonggui took advantage of this opportunity, carried the injured Chinese worker on his back, and ran back to the edge of the sleeper pile.

He gasped for air and raised his head, only to see several figures moving quickly from one bunker to another, heading towards them.

The blond young man heard the gunshots coming from the direction of the Knights stopped.

He gritted his teeth and prepared to turn out of the bunker and fight to kill another member of the Knights.

A hand pressed his shoulder, and a face half covered by a triangle scarf appeared in front of him, but the voice was very familiar to him.

"Leave the rest to us." Chen Jianqiu said.

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