bloodnovel Chapter 237 Copy: A Red Dead Redemption (6)
Chapter 237 Copy: A Red Dead Redemption (6)
[ps: The illustration is an early Gatling machine gun purchased by the Qing army. 】
"Shet! It's so hot outside."
The door of the house was opened, and with the entry of the cowboy, everyone could feel a heat wave rushing in directly at the door.
"Hey, damn it, where's the fan? Is it on?"
The cowboy who came in was the first to ask.
"I don't know why the fan doesn't turn, it seems that there is a problem with the wiring.
One of the few people sitting inside pointed to the three brass-colored leaves hanging above the ceiling, and said.
"Then why don't people come to fix it?"
"It was repaired yesterday, but the repairman has not arrived yet.
"Damn it, the water in my body is almost evaporated today."
The cowboy who came in cursed complainingly, then he went out again and came in with a ladder.
"Help me up, let me see."
"Did Tony and the others find it?"
The cowboy climbed up the ladder with the help of the two people holding on to the ladder, went to check the ceiling fan hanging on the ceiling, and asked while checking.
"Not yet. When we got there, we only saw bloodstains on the ground, and nothing else."
The others shook their heads.
"Damn it, is it another good thing for the Green Osfield gang?"
The cowboy stepped on the ladder and cursed, and after a while he said again: "When I saw Mr. Lean a few days ago, Mr. Lean told me...he has some Garters who shot in the federal army. Lin, oh shit, you don't know, I've seen that thing, big brass-colored tubes, and it's so fucking charming."
"But, boss, we're a railroad company, and we're not going to war. Do we need Gatling?"
asked one of the cowboys.
"The stronger the firepower, the better. In this wild west, hehe, as long as Gatlin arrives, no matter who they are, as long as they come, they will all be sent to death. They will kill us a few days ago for construction. The gang at the venue."
As he said that, the cowboy boss suddenly cursed at the people below: "Damn it, there is something wrong with the wiring, haven't you guys thought of winding it after using it for so long?"
"Ah, this, we don't understand this kind of old-fashioned fan from decades ago."
Other cowboys were stunned. This kind of hanging electric fan was invented in 1830, and it is indeed an old-fashioned thing.
"Okay, the mainspring is wound up, ready to turn on the electric fan."
The cowboy came down from the ladder, and the person next to him immediately turned on the switch of the electric fan, and the electric fan swung on the ceiling, bringing cool breeze to the people below.
"really not bad."
Standing under the electric fan, the cowboy leader suddenly felt relaxed all over his body.
Then he picked up the ladder, left the room, and just put the ladder back in place when he noticed something.
The cowboy boots stepped on the wooden floor under the eaves, he slightly supported the cowboy hat on his head, his eyes narrowed slightly under the brim, and looked at the gate of the town with the sun hanging directly above.
The sun was shining brightly, and there seemed to be an invisible heat wave in the air that was constantly undulating. A gust of hot wind blew by. Thirteen people wearing long trench coats, cowboy hats and "faces covered with black masked coins" Walked into the town to be a minister.
"who?"
"Hey Tony, is that you?"
The cowboy head held the hat on his head with his right hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked over, and shouted tentatively.
But those people did not answer, but just walked into the town.
"Hey gentlemen, please stop, this is private property."
The cowboy boss put his right hand on the holster around his waist, walked over and stretched out his left hand to stop Su Chen and the others.
At this time, the doors of other houses opened, and cowboys on the left and right came out with Spencer rifles in hand.
"Seven on the left and six on the right."
Su Chen ordered in a low voice.
The cowboy leader continued to walk towards them. At this moment, he was startled suddenly, because he had already recognized that the clothes of these people seemed to be the clothes of the people they disappeared just before.
"wrong!"
The cowboy was about to draw his gun, but Su Chen was faster than him!
The silver-white revolver in Su Chen's hand was raised immediately, and the muzzle was aimed at the cowboy's head.
Hammer under the board, pull the trigger!
Within a few milliseconds, the hammer was pulled violently, and the bullets in the chamber were fired instantly.
"boom!"
With a bang, the bullet instantly detonated the cowboy's head.
The bloody cowboy hat was raised, flying in the air, and a head was instantly shattered.
Accompanied by Su Chen's shooting, Han Dian, as a general, reacted faster than other sergeants. He quickly took off the Spencer rifle on his back, and kept repeating the movements he had already mastered by heart.
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the hammer was pulled out as if to break the gap between the butt and the barrel of the gun. The bullet is pushed into the chamber.
Aim, shoot, pull the trigger guard, pull the guard, pull the hammer down, aim, shoot!
"Crack, crack, crack..."
The Spencer Lianzhu rifles in the hands of a group of twelve people made a continuous burst of fried beans in a second.
The speed of the shooting was so fast that even the body of the cowboy whose head was shot hadn't completely fallen to the ground at this moment!
Those cowboys who just came out of the house couldn't react at all and suffered a catastrophe.
A series of bullets scattered sawdust from the wooden buildings on the left and right sides of the street.
A cowboy was shot to the ground as soon as he left the house.
"Freedom to fight! Remember to find cover, we don't have armor on our bodies that can protect us from bullets."
Su Chen roared, and he raised the revolver in his hand. His strong physical fitness and extremely fast nerve reaction speed made him, who had only touched a gun for a few days, become a sharpshooter at this moment.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Three shots in a row, three cowboys just out of the room -- headshots. .