America 1881: Legend of the West

Just as Sean lowered his head to look at the gradually burning pyre at his feet, he closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Dang~~"

The ringing of a bell reached his ears.

The sound of the bell sounded from far to near in the dark night, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in the dark night sky.

The people surrounding the town entrance did not notice the first bell at first. Their attention was either on the impassioned white robe, or on the naked black man on the cross.

"Dang~~"

There was another bell, this time the sound was clearer, and then, every two seconds, subsequent bells followed one after another, adding a medieval mystery to the scene full of religious rituals at the entrance of the town.

Everyone began to look around, and the white robe who was still speaking stopped. They were all looking for the source of the bell.

There is no bell tower in this town, only the church has a small bell tower.

The bell came from the direction of the religious party.

Some of the few old men among the party members subconsciously took out their pocket watches from under their robes. They were in a trance for a while, thinking that they were in Philadelphia or some city in Europe.

There, the bells may have told the time.

But the bells rang one after another, completely inconsistent with the time.

The church in this small town has never had the habit of ringing the bell to tell the time.

The most ringing bell in this church is the death knell; and the death knell ringing in the middle of the night is unheard of in this town.

The white robe didn't know what to say for a moment. He subconsciously looked at Thomas, who was carrying the guitar behind him.

Although he had previously served as a stand-in for the party leader on other unimportant occasions, such as preaching in the village below, this was the first time tonight that he had been the stand-in for the party leader on such a big occasion. He was a little agitated when encountering such a thing. At a loss.

Thomas didn't blame him, because his attention was not on his double.

He looked at the tallest building at the entrance of the town, a large barn, and there was a man standing there.

He was wearing a black clergyman's robe. In the dark, if you didn't pay attention, you couldn't spot him at all.

The upper half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, while the angular lower half of his face was barely visible in the firelight below.

On his chest was what appeared to be a silver cross, which shone in the firelight.

This barn belongs to the town's livestock exchange. It is the place where cattle, horses, sheep, etc. are usually traded in the town. Because the smell is very strong, it was built outside the entrance of the town.

The barn was at least two stories high, and there was no place to step outside. I don’t know how this person climbed up without anyone noticing.

"You foolish man!"

A heavy sigh came from the black robe's mouth.

"You gave up your freedom! You gave up your faith! You gave up your soul! All you got was spiritual enslavement!" He stood on the roof, like a statue, looking down at the people below.

The crowd was attracted by the sound coming from above, and their eyes turned to the roof of the barn.

"Old Testament Book of Job"

"When God judges, how do you respond? All men are created equal!"

……

The man in black robe was eloquent on the rooftop, quoting scriptures, from stories in the Bible to fables spread in the American West.

He opened his hands, and his loose robe was like a big bat. He spread his hands and embraced the non-existent "Lord" in the sky, looking compassionate.

The people below listened with rapt attention. Most of them were illiterate, but they still knew many stories in the Bible.

That man in black robe was Chen Jianqiu. He didn't have that in-depth understanding of the Bible. He just heard it from the priest of the church on a temporary basis.

However, he has a very good memory, and the hearsay, theories and stories he told along the way were very unique. After a while of nonsense, some people below him actually nodded.

He didn't expect to be able to convince the following "blind people" with his half-baked theoretical level. He was stalling for time.

Thomas below initially wanted to see what kind of medicine this man was selling in his gourd, but the more he heard, the more he felt something was wrong. Some of these idiots below were fascinated by what they heard.

Even his direct descendants were staring at the roof in a daze.

"Kill him." He patted the herald beside him on the head and growled in a low voice.

The herald just woke up as if from a dream, and he patted the head of the person who was listening to the story next to him.

These men hurriedly raised their guns and pointed them at the roof.

Chen Jianqiu had already noticed the movement here. In fact, his eyes had never left here from the beginning.

Under the hood, there was a slight smile on his lips.

The story came to an abrupt end, and the people listening below only saw the man in black robe open his arms again.

"Foolish people, your eyes are blinded by the night, accept the punishment of the Lord."

The gunshot rang out, and everyone's eyes were blurred. The man on the roof fell backwards and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Go and seize him, and you will see him alive! You will see his body if you die!" Thomas gave the order to his "Guards".

The men lined up the crowd with guns and rushed towards the barn.

But before they took a few steps, not only them, but everyone present felt something strange.

In the direction of the barn, in the darkness, beyond the reach of the fire, something seemed to be heading in their direction.

They felt the ground begin to tremble slightly.

It’s coming, it’s really coming!

Suddenly, a bunch of fire appeared in the darkness in the direction of the barn, and there were more and more fires. For a while, there was smoke and dust everywhere.

Then, those on the outermost edge of the crowd saw a scene they would never forget.

Less than fifty meters away from them, a group of bulls with red eyes rushed towards them.

Their tails were all hung with flammable materials, and all were set alight, like a whip of fire.

The people in the front turned around and ran away. They even forgot that they still had weapons in their hands. But in an instant, the bull in the front had already rushed in front of them.

Several people in the first row were knocked away and thrown into the air like cloth bags, their white robes fluttering in the wind.

They either drew a beautiful parabola and fell outside the crowd, and fell to the ground with no idea of ​​life or death; or they fell at the feet of the herd, and either received a second baptism by the horns, or were trampled to death.

The people behind wanted to duck to both sides, but a few of them got caught in their robes and fell to the ground, where they were trampled into rotten watermelons by the cattle following behind.

There were also a few desperate "matadors" holding torches and guns to drive away the bison, but the moment they came into contact with the herd, they disappeared without a trace in the darkness, and were carried away to no one knows where.

The cattle rushed into the crowd like a raging tide. The cattle went over people, stepped on people, squeezed people, and stepped on people. The Ku Klux Klansmen were running around everywhere. The ground was full of red or torn white robes and masks. Covered by those white robes were corpses lying on the ground.

"Kill those cows! Quick! Kill those cows!" Thomas shouted, and he also raised the gun in his hand.

There was a burst of gunfire, and the cow fell down, but the scene became more chaotic.

The bulls who were charging forward went crazy and began to trample on the crowd; the Ku Klux Klansmen in the middle of the circle only hated their parents for not giving them extra legs, and some of them fled in the direction of Thomas.

Among the crowd and the herd of cattle, there are me and me, and there are not many cows that were shot to death, but there were quite a few KKK members who fell to the ground after being shot and were trampled to death.

For a moment, gunshots, cries, screams, cows' braying... echoed in the entrance to the town.

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