America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 86 The Death of Fultz

Danny patted the barrel of the cannon, knowing the data of this cannon like a treasure:
"M1857 12-pounder field gun, muzzle-loading, bronze barrel. This thing can easily destroy a column at a distance of 600 yards. The Yankees call it 'Napoleon'."

Danny sighed a little.

"When the war first started, I was a young boy. The main equipment of the Confederate Army was M1841, which was only half the caliber of this thing. It was not until later that they replaced me with these guys."

Chen Jianqiu is now a little curious about why Clark wants to come here with this whole thing, and even more curious about why he has this thing, and why he still has a tie with the Phelps family.

Still, no one will use it?
"By the way, the ammunition for this thing..." Danny lowered his body, rummaging for ammunition in the box next to the gun mount.

"We moved out the gunpowder launcher just now." Hanif said, his face was black and white at this time, wondering if he moved the gunpowder.

Danny straightened up, holding a projectile in one hand, he weighed it in his hand: "There are solid bullets and shotguns, you can do it."

He put the shells back in the box, and Asuka and Hanif carried the ammunition box out.

After they came back, several people worked together to push the cannon out.

They mounted the gun under the wooden table, facing Gatling's position at the farm gate.

"Do you want to open the barn door and take aim?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"No, at a distance of about 300 meters, where to aim, the position of the machine gun has not moved." Danny stared at the warehouse door, and adjusted the elevation angle of the gun barrel according to his memory.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the people on both sides. Hanif had a look of disbelief. It was the first time he heard that the cannons were aimed through the door.

After adjusting, Danny ran back to the ammunition depot.

When he came out, he had two poles in his hand, and one of them had a hook. He wanted to throw the pole to Chen Jianqiu and Adam, but after thinking about it, he still didn't do it:

"I can handle it by myself, you guys cover me, don't let me lose my head."

He took a fixed propellant bag out of the box, stuffed it into the gun barrel, then picked up the push rod, and quickly punched it a few times into the gun barrel.

He didn't know where to find an awl, stuck it in through the fuse hole, and bandaged the hole with medicine.

"Give me a solid bullet!" Danny yelled to Downey who was next to the ammo box.

Donnie quickly picked up a projectile, ran to Danny, and handed it to him.

Danny weighed the solid projectile with one hand, stuffed it directly through the muzzle, and pressed it firmly with the pole.

He went back to the rear of the cannon, and from a box behind him took a flare tube and a matchwire.

Danny inserted the firepipe through the pilot hole, and hooked up the fire rope, one end of which he held firmly in his hand.

Danny made an "OK" gesture to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu nodded, and he waved to the others.

Except for the injured Sean, Teresa who took care of him, and Holmes who was powerless, everyone else who could hold a gun took cover.

It was getting hotter inside the granary.

Chen Jianqiu and Adam walked to the edge of the gate, and they slowly opened the gate of the granary.

……

Fultz looked at the farm in front of him with satisfaction, which had already been engulfed in flames.

The houses of the farmers Clark had kept were also affected, and the fire had spread to the vicinity of that house.

A gust of wind blew and flames licked the wooden walls and windows.

Thick smoke soon billowed from the room, and a group of people stumbled out from the door.But when they looked around.

A look of despair.

Except for the fire, the surrounding area was still on fire. Except for the livestock barn that had been occupied by the mounted police, everything they could see was burning.

They rushed to the gate, and a barrage of Gatling bullets blocked them back mercilessly.

For a moment, screams and wailing echoed in the air of the farm.

Some mounted policemen showed unbearable expressions on their faces, but they took obedience as their bounden duty.

And their commander, Fultz, enjoyed this feeling very much. He knew that the gang in the granary would not last long.

"Sir! The gate to the granary is open!" the mounted policeman reported to Fultz, with joy in his voice, "they can't take it anymore."

Almost all mounted policemen looked at the main entrance of the granary.

The firelight only illuminated the position a little inward of the gate, and further inside, it was dark and nothing could be seen.

"Shoot!" Fultz ordered.

Gatling's gun barrel also turned to the main entrance of the granary, and the shooter who had just replaced was about to turn the joystick in his hand.

"boom!"

There was only a loud noise coming from the granary, which shook the heavens and the earth.

In the eyes of the Gatling shooter, a round projectile flew out of the granary, heading in his direction.

Before he had time to react, the projectile changed from small to large and hit him.

The solid shell landed firmly on Gatling and the wagon carrying it, smashing them all to pieces.

The shooter on the carriage and the mounted police who were leaning against them did not escape unharmed either. They were hit by the projectile whose momentum had not yet exhausted, and they were "split" in a physical sense.

The mounted police were still in shock. They never dreamed that there was a cannon hidden in the granary opposite.

Twenty seconds later, another loud bang came.

The mounted policemen hurriedly avoided, praying that bad luck would not happen to them this time.

This time what they were facing was a shotgun shell that exploded by the door, covering them with small projectiles and fragments. For a moment, there were endless screams at the farm gate, and the mounted policemen who were hit were bloody and bloody. Worse than dying.

"Charge!" Fultz's eyes were red, he was not reconciled to everything he carefully designed would come to naught again.

A mounted policeman wailed and covered his injured thigh, grabbed Fultz's trousers, and begged in horror: "Sir, save me! Save me!"

Fultz wanted to kick him away, but the injured mounted policeman had fallen into near-death despair and refused to let go.

Fultz took out his gun and shot the mounted policeman in the head. The mounted policeman let go of his hand, but his eyes were wide open, and he was dying.

"I just want to make him less painful." Fultz waved his hand at the other mounted policemen, "Charge! Those who killed our brothers are there, let's kill them!"

He had gone completely insane, completely unaware of what he was talking about.

The mounted police didn't take any action, they all looked blank.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is dying without knowing why.

Fultz's adjutant, the trooper who had rescued him from the bear cave, mounted silently.He turned his horse and gave Fultz his back.

He is no longer the envious Colorado envoy of justice, he is no longer worth following, if he is going to shoot himself like he shot the wounded trooper, then let him continue to do so.

Fultz didn't look back.

The other mounted policemen also got on their horses one after another and left with the adjutant.

"They withdrew!" The sharp-eyed Asuka observed the collective evacuation of the mounted police.

"Bring what you can, and we will retreat too!" Chen Jianqiu took out the "Peacemaker" from Adam's waist, "Adam, take them and retreat first, and I will catch up later."

Not long after, several horses filed out from the gate of the granary.He galloped towards the direction of the main entrance.

Holding a pistol, Fultz walked in the sea of ​​flames on the farm. He only had the granary in his eyes, and the Chinese who should have been shot by himself, whose life and death are unknown.

A man covered in flames came screaming from a room, and Fultz raised his hand to fill the shot, and the man fell to the ground, motionless.

"Is this the justice you defend, Fultz?" A voice came from the back of his head.

Fultz turned sharply.

Wearing a dark red coat, a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, and holding a Colt revolver, who is it not Chen Jianqiu?

Laughing maniacally, Fultz drew his gun.

"boom"

A gunshot fired, and a bloody hole appeared in Fultz's head.

He took two steps backwards, fell into the nearby fire, and was swallowed by the flames.

Without saying a word, Chen Jianqiu turned around and disappeared into the night.

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