America 1881: Legend of the West

There was silence at first, and then a murmur filled the air. People wearing white hoods spontaneously gathered together with familiar people nearby.

Chen Jianqiu's mind was racing rapidly.

Has his whereabouts been exposed?

He carefully observed his surroundings and found that the man who came with him was standing in front of him, wearing a white hood and looking around.

Chen Jianqiu patted his shoulder.

The man was startled and turned his head to look at him. Through the two holes in his hood, you could see his two small eyes, spinning.

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the position of his mouth.

"Aba, Aba." Chen Jianqiu gestured with both hands. He took the torch from the man's hand and pretended to drop it. He reached out to catch it and handed it back to the man's hand.

The man suddenly realized: "Oh, you are the one who came with me. It turns out that you are mute. No wonder you didn't speak along the way."

"Aba, Aba." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

The man came over and stood with Chen Jianqiu: "Hey, I heard there are traitors, I don't know what they are going to do."

The white-robed leader pressed his hand down again:

"Now, our leaders will confirm your identities one by one. Please keep your current position."

The group of people who had been surrounding the outer circle rushed in at a trot, and each of them already had an extra gun in his hand. They each ran up to the gathering crowd and began looking through their collars to check their identities.

Only then did Chen Jianqiu discover that even the white robes were marked. For example, his collar had an "L" embroidered on it, and the person with him had an "X" embroidered on it.

At first he thought it was the size of the clothes...

Those who did not gather in groups and stood alone were the first to be inspected.

He was not anxious at all. According to this formation, his head could not be found for a while. He even stretched his neck and looked at it with interest.

Just wait and see what happens.

The inspection process was a bit too much to say it was orderly, but it was not messy. Except for a guy who was unwilling to take off his hood and was slapped, everyone else was calm.

The white robe in the center of the circle was watching the actions of his men. You couldn't see his expression under the hood, but he must be very satisfied.

Suddenly, however, the calm was broken.

A gang member with a gun walked behind the white robe. Not far away stood a man alone. The gang member stretched out his hand to pull off his hood.

The man suddenly exploded.

He grasped the gun-holding hand of the gangster with both hands and twisted it hard.

Only a "click" was heard, and accompanied by a scream from the gang members, his hand was broken and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

The man picked up the gun on the ground, pointed it at the gangster's head and shot him.

The gangster's hood turned red in an instant. The man pulled the push rod of the gun, raised the gun in an instant, aimed at the white robe in the center of the circle, and shot with a coherent and skillful movement.

Baipao was shot and fell to the ground.

The man rushed to the white robe and pulled off his hood.

The person under the hood had a young face, which was extremely inconsistent with his old voice just now. At this time, the person's face was pale and he couldn't breathe. The bullet penetrated his lungs and he could not survive.

The attacker was stunned for a moment, then angrily threw the young man's head off.

The reaction of the people around Baipao seemed to be "half a beat slower" than Chen Jianqiu expected.

Their first reaction was to subconsciously move towards the white-robed musician holding the guitar in his hand.

But their guns also went off.

The attackers rolled forward one after another, light and vigorous, dodging the volley.

After he stood up, he turned around and shot a KKK member next to the luthier who was shooting at him.

"Kill him." The violinist put his guitar on his back and said to the people around him.

The attacker rushed directly into the crowd, heading in the direction of Chen Jianqiu.

After a few gunshots, the scene was actually in chaos. Even if these untrained farmers had been accustomed to hearing gunshots since they were young, their first reaction was to find a place to hide.

There were several layers of people in front of Chen Jianqiu. When they saw the attacker rushing towards him, they had different reactions. Some wanted to block him, some wanted to hug him and stop him, and some turned around and ran away but were blocked by the people behind him.

But without exception, anyone who stood in front of the attacker fell to the ground.

The man's attacks were accurate and vicious, targeting joints and vitals. Those who were lightly covering their arms or knees fell to the ground, and those who were heavy had their necks broken.

The attacker arrived in front of Chen Jianqiu in a blink of an eye, and Chen Jianqiu turned sideways slightly.

The two passed each other.

The man tilted his head inadvertently, and Chen Jianqiu saw a pair of lazy eyes through the two holes in his hood. He had seen these eyes before somewhere.

When Chen Jianqiu came to his senses, he realized that the attacker had already cut a bloody path, and he was the only one standing in this straight line.

A group of Ku Klux Klansmen came after me with guns drawn. They ran and fired guns.

But whether it was because the attacker was too fast or because it was too dark, the light from the torch was not enough to provide them with enough brightness to lock onto their target.

Not a single shot was hit, but the attacker turned around and knocked down one.

When a party member passed by Chen Jianqiu, he saw him standing there and couldn't help but get angry and shouted at him: "Why are you standing there so stupidly? Chase him!"

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the position of his mouth: "Abba, Abba!"

"Turns out he is a mute and a loser."

However, although the man cursed, he did not seem to have any intention of discriminating against the disabled in his actions. He picked up the gun of the downed KKK member from the ground and threw it into Chen Jianqiu's arms.

"Follow me, hurry up, damn it."

Chen Jianqiu held the gun in his hands. He lowered his head and took a closer look and found that the gun had the words "Produced by Browning Gun Store" printed on it.

He thought for a moment, then picked up the gun, followed the group of people, and joined the pursuit.

The attackers had broken through the crowd and rushed into the forest. Behind him were a group of KKK members holding torches.

The direction of his escape was opposite to where Chen Jianqiu came from, which led directly to the wasteland outside the forest, and near the edge of the forest, the horses of the Ku Klux Klan were parked there.

The attacker whistled, and under the moonlight, a white horse galloped to him from the side of the forest.

As he ran, he grabbed the saddle with both hands. With a light jump, he turned over and mounted the white horse.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The attacker turned around on his horse and fired several shots in the direction of the horse.

Two horses fell to the ground. The other horses were frightened and raised their front hooves, trying to break free from the ropes that tied them.

The Ku Klux Klansmen who rushed in front tried to comfort the frightened horses while dodging bullets fired from the front. One unlucky guy was kicked in the head by the horse and fell to the tree.

"Get on the horse and chase! Get on the horse and chase!" The man who threw the gun to Chen Jianqiu seemed to be a small boss. He mounted a normal-looking horse and greeted the brothers who were in a hurry around him.

But he looked around, and only the mute looked calm.

"Get on my horse! Let's chase!" He pulled Chen Jianqiu onto the horse, sat behind him, and chased the attacker in the direction of escape.