America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 147 I won’t leave!

Chen Jianqiu took the lead and approached the camp.

He took off the explosives and threw them at the carriage blocking the entrance to the camp, while turning on the shooter mode.

The explosives flew onto the carriage, and Chen Jianqiu raised his gun and blew up the detonator.

"boom!"

The upper part of the carriage was blown open, sawdust flew everywhere, the wheels rolled to the side, the "body" was overturned to the ground by the shock wave, and the wreckage lay on the spot.

At this time, the soldiers patrolling in the camp had noticed the enemy approaching. They were about to shout loudly for warning and fire, but the explosion had already done it for them.

Then they saw a black horse leaping high over the scattered remains of the carriage, flying across to the camp.

Chen Jianqiu had already downed half a bottle of whiskey, and the "Thirteen Rings" in his hand were ready for these unlucky people.

The patrolling soldiers were obviously unaware of their fate. They were like actors in later movies, with exploding blood bags installed on their bodies, and blood blossoms bloomed one after another within a few seconds.

The other soldiers had also been alerted. They ran out of the tent, but every time one came out, they would be shot.

The Winchester in Chen Jianqiu's hand was empty of bullets.

In just a few seconds, death hurriedly descended on the camp, kissed the outside of the tent, and took away the lives of dozens of soldiers.

Turtle Dove, Asuka, Danny... rushed in one after another, and they targeted every soldier who appeared in front of them.

Five or six more American soldiers were lying on the ground.

The camp of fifty people is not large, and this team has already passed through half of the camp.

The commander of this team, Second Lieutenant Pierce, was discussing with his adjutant the placement of the reconnaissance post tomorrow in the camp.

But the sudden explosion shocked Pierce.

Someone is attacking the camp? Indians?

"Where are the sentries? Where are the guards? Where are the perimeter defenses? Huh?" Pierce shouted. He picked up his gun and rushed out of the tent. However, he saw Chen Jianqiu and his men wreaking havoc in the camp and his own soldiers running away with their heads in their hands.

The bonfire on the ground was scattered, the pots originally placed on the fire were scattered on the ground, and the light in the camp was dim.

The Indian warriors' faces were smeared with oil paint. Under the dim light, they looked like demons from another world. Some of them raised their guns to shoot, and some carried axes to kill the soldiers along the way.

Chen Jianqiu did not choose to reload his repeating rifle. He had already picked up his shotgun and sprayed shotguns from top to bottom at the tents along the way.

Several soldiers were sprayed to death in the tent through the door curtain, and their blood spattered on the white tent cloth, staining it red.

The impact brings chaos for a short time, and he must pour out the maximum firepower in the shortest time.

The bullets were quickly used up, and Chen Jianqiu took off a pack of explosives hanging on the other side of the black radish.

The method of making this bag of dynamite followed his inspiration in Pitkin, but this time there was more time to make it.

He packed the explosives with whatever he could find and every nefarious thing imaginable.

Including but not limited to: iron nails, broken steel balls, glass slag...

After the "fireworks" bloomed, the road ahead was almost empty. Those soldiers who had just escaped the bullets did not escape the "rain of death" falling from the sky.

The soldiers who were hit wailed on the ground, and the rest had to hide in their tents and rely on their tents to fight back.

These soldiers originally thought that the "weapons of mass destruction" in the hands of this man riding a dark horse would end here, but they underestimated Chen Jianqiu's malicious intention towards this camp.

Since we are going to make a big fuss, how can we not set fire to it?

In the boundless wilderness, what could be more attractive to the surrounding American "friendly forces" than a flaming pageant?

There were several wine bottles hanging on the saddles of all the horses, including Black Radish, but they were not filled with whiskey.

While sorting out supplies not long ago, Chen Jianqiu was fascinated by the cloth strips in the mine, the whiskey he had brought in, and the barrels of remaining kerosene.

Cloth strips, wine bottles, kerosene.

These three things combined into a wonderful thing in Chen Jianqiu's mind.

Molotov cocktail.

Although this thing first appeared during the Spanish Civil War, as a later time traveler, how could Chen Jianqiu not know about such a "world-renowned" thing.

As a result, Adam fell into a drunken state for a long time, and by the time Chen Jianqiu returned to the stronghold, dozens of kerosene burning bottles had been made.

"Come, try the cocktail from later generations!" Chen Jianqiu took off the Molotov cocktail, lit the flaming cloth strips, and threw them towards the tents.

The Indian warriors behind him also followed suit.

For a moment, the sound of breaking glass bottles was heard along the way they passed, tents were set on fire, and the soldiers who had just gone in to take shelter ran out crying and howling.

The camp was filled with flames, like hell.

"Each team, organize a defense on the spot and knock them off their horses!" Pierce was almost mad. There were not many enemies on the scene, but his camp was almost completely destroyed.

While giving the order, he raised the gun in his hand.

Several groups of soldiers who were still capable of fighting were gathered by their direct superiors. They relied on obstacles to shoot at the Indian warriors who rushed into the camp.

The retaliatory gunfire intensified.

Danny was riding his horse to kill in the camp, but he suddenly felt his body sinking.

His mount was hit.

The horse fell down, throwing the tall Danny out and falling to the ground.

Danny rolled and got up. He found that not far away, there was a turtle dove that had been knocked off his horse.

Ikaruga also saw Danny, but the next second, he suddenly found Danny pointing a gun at him.

"White people are indeed unreliable!" A thought flashed through Ikaruga's mind, and he was about to raise his gun to fight back when he heard Danny yell: "Lower your head!"

Ikaruga reacted immediately and threw himself to the ground. When he turned around, a white soldier with a gun fell behind him.

Danny reached out and pulled Turtle Dove up.

"I owe you once." Ikaruga said.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't think of a way, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to pay back! I won't have a chance to take it either!" Danny raised another shot and knocked down a soldier who was aiming this way.

But not only these two, but other soldiers in the camp also discovered the two fallen men. Seven or eight people surrounded them and shot at them.

Danny and Ikaruga fought and retreated, but soon fell into a dead end, and they didn't have many bullets in their bodies.

"Damn it, it seems we have to deal with each other here today."

Chen Jianqiu, who had already rushed out from the other side of the camp, suddenly found that there were two fewer people behind him.

"Where are Danny and Turtle Dove?" Chen Jianqiu asked Asuka while looking back.

Before Asuka could answer, he found the answer in the center of the camp far away.

Chen Jianqiu reined in his horse, turned its head, and shouted to the people behind him: "Brothers, change your bullets and follow me to kill again."

However, Danny and Ikaruga, who were trapped in the center, could not wait any longer. Their condition was very bad. One of them was injured in the arm and the other was shot in the calf.

They had run out of ammunition and food, and were about to die under the gunfire of American soldiers.

At this time, the unique whistles and shouts of the Indians rang out, and a group of people emerged from the light of the fire, and they rushed in from the other direction of the camp.

It was Geronimo, and another team finally showed up.

Chen Jianqiu arranged for them to be slightly separated from him. After attracting attention from his side, Geronimo led the second team into the field from another direction.

They appeared behind Pierce. This whistle and shout sounded like a reminder to the ears of these soldiers, accompanying their nightmares countless times.

Geronimo rushed at the front, the firelight shining on his bronze skin, shining like a god of war. He rushed directly from his horse into the middle of the soldiers besieging Danny and began to kill.

Adam began to shoot continuously, and with the blessing of the shooter's status, he made perfect shots on the horse.

The two people broke up the encirclement just like that.

Chen Jianqiu looked at everyone in the venue with a smile on his face.

What is saturation rescue? This is called saturation rescue!

"Let's go, join them, and fight out together."

At this time, Pierce, who was standing near his tent, was already furious.

"Where did they come from? How many more are there?" He roared at his adjutant, who was stammering and speechless. He really couldn't answer this question.

At this time, a dozen soldiers had gathered around Pierce, and they built a defense around Pierce.

"Where's Gatling? Where's my Gatling?" Pierce suddenly thought of his two cannons.

These two cannons were originally used as heavy weapons to defend against Indian cavalry attacks, but tonight's night attack was too sudden. The two cannons were still on the carriage, and the cloth was not even lifted.

"Quickly, find a few people to go to Gatling and kill them. Don't let any of them escape!"

At this time, the fire in the camp had spread, and there was a sea of ​​​​fire everywhere. Pierce could not imagine that his camp of more than fifty people was beaten like this by Indians who did not know the number and direction. How should he attack Crewe?

Confess.

Several soldiers climbed onto the two machine guns, lifted the cloth, and began to prepare to straf the enemies in the field.

Geronimo saw the two cannons, and he knew how powerful they were. Any person or horse that appeared in front of him would be torn into pieces.

"Quickly, take the wounded and leave quickly." Geronimo shouted loudly.

Those who saw the Gatling cannon were not only Geronimo, but also Chen Jianqiu, who had already rushed into the camp again.

His original plan was to rendezvous with Geronimo and retreat quickly, but when he saw the two cannons, he changed his mind.

Use Gatling, right? Don’t let me go, right?

Then I won’t leave!

Second update, three thousand words

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