America 1881: They Call Me Legend

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

He took the lead and climbed onto the bridge.

Since the leader charges forward, the younger brothers cannot fall behind.

A group of people followed closely behind him.

"Sir, I don't seem to see Larson. Did he and his Swedes escape from the battlefield?"

The worker following O'Neill asked while looking around.

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

O'Neill held a gun in his hand and said without looking away.

The worker was stunned.

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

The white man turned around and tried to escape, but was hit on the shoulder. He endured the pain and ran away, but was chased by the old miner and was hit to the ground with an axe.

The worker next to O'Neill held his head and looked for a place to hide.

However, Chen Jianqiu did not give them this chance.

But Chen Jianqiu appeared on the roof again.

"What an ambush!" O'Neill picked up the worker's collar and dragged him up. "If there really was an ambush, the guns from the other side would have been fired long ago."

The dozen or so white men followed closely behind.

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

A huge fire appeared behind them.

The attack was so sudden that the white men did not react.

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

He roared angrily and charged forward with his gun in hand.

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

These white people had no choice but to shoot at the roof while rushing towards the house.

He pulled the bolt of the gun, took a deep breath, and ducked out from the side of the chimney.

However, when they suddenly turned the corner, they discovered that

There is no one on the roof.

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

"I am alone here. The bridge collapsed and they won't be able to get through for a while!" Chen Jianqiu said, "But there may be people over there at Well No. 3."

These white men were core members of Hayden's former "Ku Klux Klan" organization, and they basically all had criminal records.

This time, he did not kill, but playfully aimed at the hat of the person who drowned.

In his hand, he held a rifle. This rifle looked different from any gun he had seen before.

Several people could not bear it anymore and wanted to swim across the river.

However, due to the range, the effect was minimal.

Some still raised their guns and shot towards the other side of the river.

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

Chen Jianqiu pulled the trigger.

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

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

"Quickly, take their guns and bullets and go to the back! Mine No. 3!" Chen Jianqiu picked up the gun on the ground and handed it to Lei Youqing's hand.

He wants to kill them all!

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

O'Neill pointed at Chen Jianqiu on the roof, but he hadn't finished speaking yet.

As soon as you see the person behind the roof, six guns are fired at the same time. Even if someone misses the shot, that person will have more holes in his body.

They stood there and prepared to fire back.

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

"Here it is!"

O'Neill led a dozen white people across the bridge.

The remaining white people were also besieged.

"Hit him quickly."

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

But he gritted his teeth, hugged the white man's waist and refused to let go, using all his strength to suppress the enemy.

O'Neill felt more and more that none of the Chinese workers on the opposite side should have left last night. The man just stayed here just to disgust people and delay their time!

"Rush! Don't let that brat on the roof escape!"

After Chen Jianqiu killed an enemy, he pulled out his revolver and shot the white man in the head.

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

They kept their heads raised the whole time, guns pointed at the roof.

"I'll fuck the foreigners here with you!" The old miner's eyes were filled with embarrassment and murderous intent.

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

A black cloud rose over the bridge. After the black cloud dispersed, O'Neill discovered that the wooden bridge had been blown into two pieces.

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

Just as O'Neal was charging towards the house, he suddenly caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye.

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

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

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

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

They only fired three shots in the whole process, two of which were misfires.

"Bang."

Some of them were busy rescuing people who fell into the water, while others were covering their wounds and wailing.

These white people witnessed O'Neill and his followers on the other side of the river never to return, and their entire army was annihilated.

The leader clung to the wall and walked around to the back of the house.

"I hope it's the former, but currently, the latter is more likely."

The explosives under the bridge were detonated successfully without losing their chain.

A young Chinese worker hugged a white man by the waist and pushed him against the wall.

He pointed to the empty-looking houses ahead and to the broken bridge behind.

Blood flowed from his fingers.

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

While the white man tried his best to keep himself from falling to the ground, he hit the young miner on the back with the butt of his gun.

Only a loud "boom" was heard.

The worker next to him was so frightened that he held his head and tried to run back, but was blocked by the people behind him.

"I clicked. Compared with the people who gathered yesterday, there are a lot less people on the opposite side. Either these people have backed down, or they have taken our retreat."

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

The young miner's back hurt, and his throat felt fishy and sweet.

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

He lay on his back and lay on the ground, covering his heart.

O'Neal fell to the ground.

And they could do nothing except yelling curses on the other side of the river and firing a few symbolic shots to show their incompetence and rage.

However, at the end of the bridge, it was so bare that there was no place to hide.

Hoes and shovels were thrown at their heads and bodies.

Soon, these white people became six corpses on the ground.

Lei Youqing, who had white hair and beard, roared loudly, swung the ax and hit a white man on the head.

Lei Youqing didn't say any nonsense, and rushed towards the No. 3 shaft with his gun and the young miners.

The second shot was to kill his coach!

"Can you go back now? Ah? Hurry and rush over to me!"

Ever since he led everyone across the bridge just now, no one has been seen there again.

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

Chen Jianqiu himself climbed onto the roof again.

The river under the bridge was filled with "soaked chickens" both horizontally and vertically, like dumplings.

After a few hats were blown off, most of the white people who went into the water returned to the shore honestly.

The white people were unwilling but helpless.

The inner foundation of more miners was deeply shaken.

What if they say they are weak and can be bullied? What if they say they will just run away? What if they say they are like a flock of sheep?

But now, not only can these sheep kill people, they can also use explosives to blow up bridges!