America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 83 What is Thirteen Minus Six?
Lackfield's farm is in the south of Pitkin County. Chen Jianqiu and Asuka went out of the town from two directions respectively.

Out of the town is a wilderness. At this time, Colorado has the feeling of early autumn, with clumps of sage all over both sides of the road, undulating back and forth with the cool night wind in the mountains.

The clouds in the sky had been blown away by the night wind, Chen Jianqiu looked up at the sky, and the big square of Pegasus was hanging on the southwest corner of the night sky.

I should be on the west side of the town now.

Shouts and whistles came from behind, and Chen Jianqiu looked back.

A dozen or so cowboys were chasing after them like crazy, with lanterns hanging in front of their horses, and what's more, waving torches in their hands.

They have tried this posture time and again, and many people who are being chased will be timid because of their wolf-like posture.

But Chen Jianqiu was obviously not.

In his opinion, this kind of behavior of raising a torch in the dark is very aptly described by Master Guan.

Insert the bid to sell the first.

He counted the cowboys.

No more, no less, exactly thirteen.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and shot the cowboy who was waving the torch directly.

The cowboy was still screaming one second, and rolled to the ground with a torch the next.

"He's over there!" A long-haired cowboy rushing to the front pointed straight ahead, where the bullet came from.

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing at, only to see a dark shadow moving fast, like a horse, but what about the horse?

They had no choice but to draw out their guns and shoot indiscriminately in the direction of the shadow.

Chen Jianqiu had already laid down on the horse's back at this time, and from behind, he had almost merged with the black carrot.

The angles of the bullets flying were outrageous, and the formation of the cowboys had no discipline at all, in twos and threes, unable to form effective support for each other.

Chen Jianqiu turned sideways and locked on those guys who were carrying lanterns in their hands or hanging on the horse's chest.

This time there are two.

"Bang, bang."

Two gunshots sounded, and the head of the one in his hand exploded with the lantern; while the other one, the lantern shattered and the horse fell, the cowboy on the horse fell heavily to the ground, being crushed by his own horse .

He desperately tried to pull his leg out from under the horse's body, but the horse didn't know whether it fainted or was directly hit in the vitals, and remained motionless.

A sound of hoofbeats came from behind, and the cowboy turned his head, horrified to find a horse rushing towards him.

The cowboy on the horse was caught off guard and tried to pull on the rein and let the horse leap over the man in front.

But his horse couldn't hold his feet anymore, and he stepped on the cowboy's face with one hoof.

The cowboy's face sank, and then blood splattered everywhere, bloody and bloody, as if he had stepped on a piece of watermelon.

"His gun is so accurate!" The long-haired cowboy who rushed to the front had a chill in his spine. He is also an old cowboy. He has seen awesome people, but in the dark night, on horseback, he can still shoot. No bullets were missed.

Unheard of.

He suddenly found that his horse was fast, which didn't seem to be a good thing.

"This time it's the one chasing the front." Chen Jianqiu was drunk and in good condition.

He leaned out halfway, took a deep breath, and his eyes brightened again.

There were three people rushing to the front of the line, except for the long-haired man at the front, and one on each side. One of them was raising his gun and aiming in Chen Jianqiu's direction, while the other left the road directly, planning to face him from the side. Make an attack.

Chen Jianqiu could even see the long-haired man's hair fluctuating up and down with the horse's back, as well as the hesitant expression on the long-haired man's face.

Three shots were fired.

The bullet shattered the long-haired man's cheek, and a splash of blood splashed backwards onto his long hair fluttering in the wind, staining it red.

The three fell off the horse in response, and none of them hummed.

Chen Jianqiu looked forward and suddenly felt that the road in front of him was a little familiar.

A river and a small wooden bridge appeared before his eyes.

Isn't this the way to Sheriff Danny's house?Isn't this bridge the one I passed by earlier, which is said to be Danny's masterpiece?

"Let's go, Black Carrot." Chen Jianqiu drove his horse towards the bridge.

But the cowboys who were chasing after him didn't seem to want to chase them anymore. They had just witnessed the misery of the unlucky guys in front of them.

I came here to ask for money, not to die. The person being chased must have witchcraft, or possessed by a demon, to be able to shoot so accurately in such a dark situation.Maybe, that person can control the trajectory of the bullet.

Catching demons is for priests and exorcists, not cowboys like them.

Thinking of this, these cowboys all started to quit.

They involuntarily slowed down their pursuit.No one wants to be shot in the head like a long-haired man.

There is a bridge in front of him, that person must have already crossed the bridge, and he will not be able to catch up with him.

Wait, what's that on the bridge?
A man sat on a horse, facing them, under the starlight, his face under a wide-brimmed cowboy hat could not be seen clearly.A gun was slung over his shoulder and he was motionless.

If it was normal, the Cowboys would have been shot in disorder.

But at this moment, they couldn't lift the guns in their hands. They had a feeling that no matter how fast they drew out the guns, even if they fired first, the person opposite would take their lives first.

Moreover, if he dared to stop here like this, there must be an ambush behind him.

There are already cowboys watching the situation under the bridge and on the other side of the river. They want to find out where the reinforcements hidden on the other side are.

"What is thirteen minus six?" the man on the bridge suddenly spoke.

The cowboys hesitated, and the horses beneath them began to fidget and spin back and forth.

"Let me ask you, what is thirteen minus six?" Chen Jianqiu's voice suddenly increased, the black carrot under him raised the premise, and a hiss pierced the night sky.

The cowboys looked at each other, and one cowboy suddenly turned his horse's head and ran away.

He suddenly discovered that there were exactly seven people left on his side.

The cowboys were about to flee in all directions, but their horses had gone completely mad because of the neighing of the black carrot.

They started to run wildly, completely ignoring the master on their back.

Chen Jianqiu took off the gun on his shoulder, his spirits of drinking came up, his eyes were high and the earth was wide, and there was no dust in his heart.

After seven shots, Winchester's putter clicked softly.

The barrel of the gun is empty, and everything is silent beside the bridge.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, and he glanced in the direction of Pitkin County, but there were no other pursuers following him.

Strange, what about Fultz and his Mounties?

Chen Jianqiu suddenly thought of something. He picked up a few revolvers, long guns, and some bullets from the corpses of the cowboys.

He blew a whistle, and Black Carrot, who was drinking water by the river, rushed over.

Chen Jianqiu put the gun in front of the horse, and hung the others on the side of the saddle. He rode on the horse and went south along the river towards the direction of Larkfield Farm.

On the horse, one by one, he checked the condition of each gun and reloaded their magazines.

……

"Sir, I don't think those cowboys can solve Chen Jianqiu." The adjutant said to Fultz.He is not optimistic about these rabble.

After chasing for a few hundred meters, his officer calmed down and led them to the south of Pitkin County.

"It doesn't matter, he won't be unscathed. In Larkfield, I want them all wiped out."

Fultz got out of the carriage and got back on his steed.

He drew his long gun.

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