America 1881: Legend of the West

The Winchester 1873 in Chen Jianqiu's hand has different magazine capacities depending on the barrel and caliber.

And the one in his hand has thirteen rounds.

"You shoot, I'll make up the target." Adam took out a bottle of rum from his arms, with a little bit of wine left in it, just covering the bottom of the bottle.

He took a sip himself and then handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu frowned. Isn't this the bottle that was just returned to Theresa to disinfect Danny? When did this guy put it back into his clothes again?

"Try this." Adam pointed to the wine in the bottle.

"I don't like drinking stuff, it smells weird." Chen Jianqiu took the bottle and shook it. The dark yellow liquid at the bottom of the bottle swayed back and forth, and impurities inside could be seen.

"Yes, the effect is not as good as your Erguotou, but you need it now." Adam curled his lips, seeming to reminisce about the taste of Erguotou, "Alcohol usually slows down people's reactions, but for those of us with this talent People are different, it can make you more focused.”

"So your drinking every day has something to do with this?"

Chen Jianqiu doesn't want to become an alcoholic. He still has some bad medical skills in this era. He thinks that his liver is not strong enough to be soaked in alcohol every day and still act like a normal person.

"No, no, no, I just like drinking. This thing is just an auxiliary. You don't need to use it later when you get more practice."

Chen Jianqiu raised his neck and drank it all.

It tastes really bad. I really cannot compliment the brewing skills of the Meixi guys.

He took a deep breath and turned sideways.

The lights in the hotel were all turned off, and the surrounding people also turned off the lights in their homes after hearing the commotion here.

The night outside was extremely dark, with only the lanterns and torches of the mounted police and cowboys around the hotel providing some light.

But when Chen Jianqiu entered the shooter state, he became more sensitive to weak light, and the situation below was extremely clear in his eyes.

Damn it, does this ability still have night vision after drinking alcohol?

However, Chen Jianqiu didn't care about him at this time. He quickly targeted the vital points of the cowboys downstairs.

This time Adam didn't need to say anything, he pulled the trigger.

To fire, to push the lever; to fire, to push the lever...

Chen Jianqiu's proficiency has not yet reached its peak, but his guns are so accurate that the cowboys seem to be cursed. They fall one after another before they even have time to fight back.

A total of six shots were fired upstairs, and six cowboy corpses lay on the ground, not because there were only six bullets in the gun, but because there were only six people there.

After a few seconds, the side of the hotel became a death zone, and there was no one alive there.

Clark watched clearly from the side, and his flesh ached so much that he wanted to curse. These people were all supported by him with money, and those who died were all his green dollars. In the West, there are people with talent and strength, how can he not feel bad about it?

From below, that window looked dark, inhabited by devils, spewing death.

Now everyone's attention has shifted to the side of the hotel. Everyone is still firing back at the window to suppress the gunman inside, but no one wants to appear in front of him.

At this time, gunshots also began to ring out on the first floor. Asuka and Sean began to fight back, while Danny and Teresa took a gun and aimed at Clark's cowboys. They looked around for Clark's location and prepared to use bullets. Open his head.

The collar of Fultz's black coat was high, covering his face. No one could see his face clearly in the darkness.

He waved his hand to the men behind him, and then pointed to the back of the team with his thumb.

The trooper understood what he meant.

After a while, a carriage stopped at the side of the hotel. The driver jumped out of the carriage. He climbed onto the frame behind the carriage and lifted the cloth covering Gatling.

He bent down and took out several magazines from the wooden box under the carriage.

A mounted policeman also jumped up. He held the crank in one hand and the wooden handle that controlled the direction of the muzzle in the other.

The driver inserted the magazine into the Gatling from above. He turned the knob and heard a "click".

The machine guns were in position.

The trooper aimed his gun at the second floor.

The crank began to turn, the muzzle of the gun began to roar, and bullets began to pour toward the second-floor window.

Chen Jianqiu and Adam were just about to change to the next point when they ran towards the room door with guns in hand.

But Gatlin's bullets are coming.

The bullets first hit the window sill in a row, shattering the wooden window frame, and then shot densely into the house through the window, scattering on the ceiling, "tearing" the ceiling into pieces.

For a moment, the room was in a mess, sawdust, glass shards, stray bullets were flying everywhere, and the room was full of dangerous flying objects.

"Dodge!"

The route that Chen Jianqiu and Adam took to the door was right at Gatlin's shooting angle. They didn't take a few steps before they were blocked by debris and stray bullets.

They leaned on the back of the bed to minimize their spread area to prevent being hit.

"Damn, don't they pay for bullets?" Adam cursed. As a senior gunner, the things he hated most in the West were Gatlings and smoothbore cannons.

Because neither of these things makes sense.

"I guess I'll ask Clark for reimbursement later." Chen Jianqiu shrank his neck, and a stray bullet flew past not far above his scalp.

After there was no movement on the second floor, the Gatling downstairs did not stop roaring, but turned to the first floor.

Chen Jianqiu and Adam took the opportunity to run out of the room.

They came to the window of the third room.

They found Holmes hiding in the corner of the room.

"Don't move here."

Chen Jianqiu walked to the window, leaned his back against the wall by the window, and turned around in a flash.

He wanted to find a chance to kill the shooter on Gatling, but he was embarrassed to find that the window in this room did not have a shooting angle.

The smell of burning wood reached their noses, and they ran out of the room to find a thick black smoke billowing up the stairs.

"No, there's a fire on the first floor."

Chen Jianqiu and Adam returned to the stairs on the second floor, but a hail of bullets hit the wooden steps at their feet.

A large gap was made in the steps, and half of the handrail was suddenly knocked out, leaving only half hanging there.

They had to go back.

"What's going on down there?" Chen Jianqiu shouted to the first floor.

"Sean is hurt!" It was the voice of Asuka.

Chen Jianqiu stood on the side and squatted down, observing the situation on the first floor from under the wooden floor.

The first floor was in a mess. The bar and cabinets could no longer look like they were before. All the wine bottles were broken into pieces. The wooden tables and chairs near the pillars were on fire, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger.

The Gatling had no intention of shutting down. The groom had four or five magazines in his hand and kept inserting them into the Gatling.

"Come to the second floor quickly!" Chen Jianqiu shouted amidst the roar of Gatling, "Hurry up, or the stairs will be demolished!"

"We're blocked by that cannon! Cough!" It was Danny's voice this time, and the smoke became thicker and louder.

If this continues, sooner or later the entire hotel will burn, and they will either be roasted or used as bacon.

Chen Jianqiu lay on the floor, crawling and slowly moving towards the front.

He was going to take a gamble.

I'm a little busy during the day today, so I'll update one chapter first

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