America 1881: They Call Me Legend

O'Neill picked up Hayden's gun from the ground and rummaged through his pocket for a few rounds.

He took the lead and walked on the bridge first.

Since the leader charged forward, the younger brothers must not lag behind.

A group of people followed closely behind him.

"Sir, I don't seem to see Larson. Did he and his Swedes get away with it?"

The worker following O'Neill looked around and asked.

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

With a gun in his hand, O'Neill said without looking sideways.

The worker froze.

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

He wants to kill them all!
Knowing all this, Holly stood at the end of the crowd.

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

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

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

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

O'Neill felt more and more that there should be no Chinese workers left in the opposite party last night. The man just now was simply staying behind to delay their time!
"Rush! Don't let that brat on the roof escape!"

With a roar, he charged forward with his gun in hand.

The dozen or so white men followed closely behind.

Just as O'Neill charged toward the house, he caught a sudden glimpse out of the corner of his eye.

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

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

"Hit him quickly."

O'Neill pointed to Chen Jianqiu on the roof, but he didn't finish speaking.

There was only a loud "boom".

A huge flame appeared behind them.

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

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

For a while, the river under the bridge was filled with "drowned chickens" horizontally and vertically, like dumplings.

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

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

The worker next to O'Neill was holding his head and looking for a place to hide.

However, at the bridge head, there is a bare area, where can I hide?

"Ambush!" O'Neill picked up the worker's collar and dragged it up. "If there was an ambush, the guns from the opposite side would have fired over."

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

"Can you go back now? Huh? Hurry up and rush over with me!"

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

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

The explosives under the bridge did not lose their chain and were successfully detonated.

The rifle in Chen Jianqiu's hand is the same model as Browning's sample gun, and its official name is now Roswell 1885.

He pulled the breech bolt, took a deep breath, and slipped sideways from the side of the chimney.

In shooter mode, it took him half a second to find O'Neill who was running towards him.

Chen Jianqiu pulled the trigger.

"boom."

O'Neal fell to the ground.

He clutched his heart and lay face up on the ground.

Blood flowed from his fingers.

The second shot, beheaded his coach!

The worker next to him was scared out of his wits, holding his head and trying to run back, but was blocked by the people behind him.

These white men were the core members of Hayden's "3K" party organization before, and they basically had criminal records.

They stood where they were, ready to fire back.

However, Chen Jianqiu did not give them this chance.

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

These white men had to shoot towards the roof while rushing towards the house.

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

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

The leader leaned against the wall and circled to the back of the house.

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

As long as the person behind the roof is seen, six guns are fired at the same time, even if someone is not able to shoot correctly, there will be more holes in that person's body.

However, when they suddenly turned the corner, they found that
There is no one on the roof.

"It's here!"

Chen Jianqiu and the dozen or so Chinese laborers who had ambushed suddenly rushed out from the corner of the room and even the nearby rooms.

A white man who was still looking up at the roof was slapped on the neck by Chen Jianqiu who was close.

Lei Youqinggao, who had all white beard and hair, roared loudly, swung his ax and smashed it on the head of a white man.

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

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

The white man tried his best not to let himself fall to the ground, while hitting the young miner's back with the butt of his gun.

The young miner felt a pain in his back, and his throat felt fishy and sweet.

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

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

The remaining whites were also besieged.

Hoes and shovels were thrown at their heads and bodies to greet them.

The attack was so sudden that none of the white men could react.

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

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

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

"Quick, take their guns and bullets and go to the back! Mine No. [-]!" Chen Jianqiu picked up the gun on the ground and handed it to Lei Youqing.

"I'm here with you to fuck foreigners!" The old miner's eyes were full of murderous intent.

"I'm enough here alone. The bridge collapsed, and they won't be able to get through for a while!" Chen Jianqiu said, "But there may be people at the No. [-] well."

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

"I clicked. Compared with the people who gathered yesterday, there were a lot fewer people on the opposite side. Either these people retreated, or they took our back route."

Chen Jianqiu looked in the direction of No. [-] well.

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

Lei Youqing didn't say much nonsense, and rushed towards Shaft No. [-] with his gun and the young miners.

And Chen Jianqiu himself climbed onto 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.

Some of them were busy rescuing people who fell into the water, and some were crying while clutching their wounds.

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

But due to the range of the relationship, little effect.

These white people witnessed O'Neill and his followers on the other side of the river without returning, and the whole army was wiped out.

And they, apart from yelling at the other side of the river and firing a few symbolic shots to show their impotent rage, could do nothing.

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

A few people couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to swim across the river.

But Chen Jianqiu appeared on the roof again.

This time, he didn't kill the killer, but aimed at the hat of the person who went into the water jokingly.

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

White people are unwilling but helpless.

For more miners, their inner foundations were deeply shaken.

What about being weak and bullying?It was agreed that they would only run?How about like a flock of sheep?

But now, these sheep will not only kill people, but also blow up the bridge with dynamite!