America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 156 Bastard! Don’t touch my sheep!

It's normal for a sheep to have no expression, but it's a ghost if it has an expression.

This large group of sheep circled the sheepfold and kept "bleating" in their mouths.

Fred looked everywhere for traces of the gunman, but he looked for a long time and couldn't find any clues.

Sheep, white fence, and flags flying more and more vigorously on the railings.

Apart from that, there is nothing.

Is it possible that I heard it wrong and that the bullet was fired from another direction?

There won't be ambushes in other places in this poor ranch, right? But James obviously only has those few people? This firepower doesn't look like it can be done by one or two people!

Did he find foreign aid?

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Fred's back, and he looked behind again.

The crackle of gunfire still echoed over the pasture, and the fighting around the house was fierce, but in the direction of the sheepfold, everything was quiet.

Damn it, forget it, capture James and his family's house first, I have dozens of people, I'm afraid of nothing.

At this time, more than a dozen of Fred's men had gathered around the house.

However, due to the resistance inside and the pressure of the unknown attack behind them, they all moved to the other side of the house and no longer dared to rush into the house. They only shot at the people in the house through the broken windows.

The situation in the house was not good either. There were only five or six people left who could still fight with guns.

James was defeated. A piece of flesh was scraped off his arm by the bullet. His father gritted his teeth and found a piece of cloth to wrap himself in, and continued to look in the direction of the door.

There was a buzzing in Emily's ears, and her weak shoulders were numbed by the recoil of the rifle. A pile of bullet casings had fallen around her, but the direction she was aiming at the main entrance had not yet been broken through.

Howard's leg was injured, and he was leaning against the corner of a pair of windows, blocking the angle of the window.

He was running out of bullets, but he did not shout for support from his companions because he knew that there might not be many companions in the room.

Moreover, if he once shouted and revealed that he was about to run out of bullets, outside the window, Fred's people would flood in like a tide.

Mrs. James was usually a conscientious woman who didn't even touch a gun, but at this moment, she also picked up a gun in her hand, which belonged to a dead old cowboy in the house.

She stood by her husband with a gun, changing her usual gentle image, like an enraged lioness, shooting bullets at the gangsters who invaded her private territory.

"Go to hell, you scum!" she cursed while loading bullets.

Father James, who was standing by, couldn't say anything. His wife's fighting spirit was strong, but her marksmanship was hard to describe. He could only pray that she would waste less bullets.

Fred was extremely annoyed now. It was simply ridiculous that dozens of people couldn't capture a room.

He is well aware of the fighting capabilities of his men.

At the beginning, you will be tempted by the loot and you will be able to rush down with a lot of strength. Once time passes or more people die, the remaining group of people will not have to give orders themselves and can run faster than rabbits.

No, there are already people hiding behind bunkers and passively slowing down work.

"Set fire! Burn them!" Fred shouted.

He didn't care much anymore, even though dozens of minutes ago, he had already acquiesced that this house was his.

If the house burns down, you can still build it again. If anyone alive escapes, your trip will be in vain.

He wanted to resolve the battle before it rained heavily. Even if he used smoke, he would smoke out the people inside.

Besides, in this hellish place like New Mexico, it doesn’t rain less than once every half a year, and it’s not uncommon to see just floating clouds but no rain.

He had to take a gamble.

The place where hay is stored is not far from the house, next to the stables.

Fred's men rushed to carry straw, piled it up in the corner of the house, and hid far away near the stable.

None of them dared to turn to the front of the house.

The fire was lit.

At this time, the wind was howling over the pasture, and the fire took advantage of the wind and flew high.

The houses in the ranch are all made of wood, which is Flame’s favorite food.

The flames had climbed up the side gables and licked the roof.

A large amount of thick smoke poured into the house, and the people in the house were miserable under the fire and smoke.

"Ahem, cough...Emily, rush out quickly. Your father and I will cover you and rush out." Mrs. James' eyes were so smoked that she couldn't open her eyes and shouted downstairs.

However, as she spoke, she accidentally inhaled a breath of poisonous gas, her head suddenly became dizzy, and she fell to the ground.

Father James dropped the gun in his hand and helped his wife up from the ground, but he could hardly hold himself up anymore.

First floor.

Howard had finished shooting the bullet, and the flames burned in his direction first. The whole room was filled with billowing black smoke, and nothing could be seen.

He held the gun and leaned against the wall, quietly waiting for death.

Fred's henchmen have already evacuated the area around the house. They are retreating to the nearest bunker, and then watching the people in the house being burned to death, or being beaten to death by themselves when they run out.

But before they could take a few steps back, a series of gunshots rang out over the pasture, like a barrage of gunfire.

This time, none of the six people who retreated the fastest ran away. They fell in different positions after being shot, but the parts they were hit by were all the same.

brain.

All bloomed.

This time there was one more person than last time, and the remaining people could neither retreat nor rush. A death zone was formed between them and Fred's position.

Everyone looked again at the place where the gunfire sounded.

Or the direction of the sheepfold!

In the sheepfold, the sheep at the outermost edge of the flock kept blindly following the sheep in front, running along the fence outside the sheepfold. The layers of white inside were constantly squirming, like a white vortex, and like a

It is a white compass that is constantly rotating inside and outside.

"It's fatal! The sheep is killing people!"

One of the thugs next to Fred screamed in horror.

He heard his grandmother say that goats are the incarnation of the devil and sheep are children of God. Now he is afraid of both.

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Fred hit the man on the head with the butt of his gun.

The man's hat was smashed off and his body fell limply to the ground.

"What a fucking coward." Fred didn't believe in God or the devil, so he raised his gun and aimed at the sheep.

The sheep in the flock shuttled back and forth, constantly challenging his vision.

"There seems to be someone in the sheepfold!" Fred finally discovered something fishy.

There were bursts of white smoke floating in the sky above the sheep, but they just couldn't see it clearly because it was too dark and far away, coupled with the strong wind and the white cover of the sheep themselves.

Only then did Fred remember that Rhodes and the other two people he had sent to the warehouse had not returned.

It seems that there is really an ambush.

But what he never expected was that the ambush would happen inside the sheepfold.

"Quick, they are hiding in the sheep, get rid of them first!" Fred turned around and began to look for targets in the sheep.

His men also began to surround the sheep.

Anyway, the house behind was already on fire, and the people inside were just cooked meat. Even if they could escape, they would have little fighting power.

However, when they turned around, they found that the attacks from the sheep had stopped again.

Fred's mind was now filled with questions. He kept raising the gun in his hand, searching for suspicious targets in the sheep.

How do these people communicate? Can they shoot at the same time and cease fire at the same time?

His men had moved the sheep from all directions.

They couldn't find the source of the attack in the vast crowd of sheep, so they could only stare at the target with their guns raised.

Fred felt like his brain was going to explode. He couldn't bear it anymore and pulled the trigger.

The sheep was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground.

After killing the sheep, the enemies hiding inside will appear.

When his men saw their leader firing, they followed suit and started shooting at the sheep.

The sheep were frightened and began to run wildly, some of them crashing into the white fence.

But the fence is very strong.

Due to the sudden attack, James and his cowboys did not have time to drive the sheep into their own small pens.

Therefore, the sheep have no room to move around in the large sheepfold. They are like a huge white drop of water, moving as a whole within the sheepfold.

The sheep outside were running faster, dazzling Fred and his men, and some of them began to rub their eyes.

Their minds are now full of white circles spinning.

From an outsider's perspective, it's even weirder.

Dozens of armed cowboys are trying to surround a group of sheep, which are still trapped in the sheepfold.

They kept firing their guns and shooting at the sheep in the flock. People who didn't know better thought they were engaging in some kind of bloody entertainment game or gang-building activity.

A drop of liquid suddenly hit the loser's face, and he was suddenly startled as he was nervous.

He touched it, and then took a frightened look at his fingers stained with liquid.

Fortunately, it's not red.

He glanced at the sky.

It's raining.

Then, heavy raindrops fell on their shoulders, on their hats, and on their faces.

The rain came very hard and quickly formed a line.

The people who were slaughtering the defenseless sheep could hardly open their eyes. They were soaked all over, and the scene became more and more strange.

"Dad! It's raining! Dad!"

Emily ran upstairs with a gun, and her originally white face now had a few dark and thick stains.

He found his unconscious mother and dying father.

Father James also heard the sound of heavy rain hitting the roof, but he could hardly open his eyes:

"Where are Fred and the others? Have they evacuated?"

Emily shook her head: "They,, they are killing our sheep."

Father James used his actions to explain what is meant by "sitting up in shock during a dying illness".

Kill my sheep? What’s the difference between that and killing me?

The stubborn New Mexico rancher got up from the ground, picked up his gun again, struggled to the window, and aimed at the "Rain Sheep Hunting Team" around the sheep pen.

"Bastards, don't touch my sheep!"

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