gnovel Chapter 22 Killing the Attacker
Chapter 22 Killing the Attacker
Wade and Ennis finally recovered from their initial shock, and their fighting spirit was completely ignited.
With their weapons firing wildly, and Thomas joining the fray...
They drove back two enemies who were trying to approach the cattle and cause chaos.
However, the enemy outnumbered them and was fierce!
After the initial panic, they quickly regrouped under Scarface's roaring commands.
The four continued their relentless assault on the highly mobile Tom, bullets relentlessly aimed at him.
The three focused their fire on the covered wagon where James was, sending debris flying and sparks flying everywhere.
The two worked together with an accomplice who had initially been targeted and killed by James but was still harassing the supply wagons on the west side.
The remaining five men (including Scarface himself) charged straight at the cattle like the fangs of a viper!
One of them even pulled out a Molotov cocktail!
If the cattle herd gets startled and scatters, it will be a devastating disaster!
A stampeding herd of cattle will destroy everything!
Tom, perched on the back of the loach, felt the scorching air currents as bullets tore through the air. His clothes were already soaked with sweat, but his mind was as taut as a bowstring, highly focused.
His "vision" is like a meticulously crafted battlefield sand table, clearly marking the position, movements, and weapon orientation of every enemy, and even predicting their intentions in the next second.
The enemies surrounding him were terrified by his accurate rifle and elusive revolver, and four of them fell.
But the remaining three, like maggots clinging to a bone, cooperated even more closely, and their firepower became even more lethal.
Even more deadly, he clearly saw out of the corner of his eye that the scarred leader was quietly pulling out a menacing-looking, powerful Sharps .50-90 large-caliber rifle from beside the saddle!
He spurred his horse toward a slightly distant earthen mound, clearly intending to seize the high ground and take advantage of Sharps' terrifying range and power. His target was none other than James, who was steadily firing from behind the wagon!
Sharps's dark gun muzzle was marked as a glaring scarlet in Tom's "vision"!
Father! Danger!
A chilling coldness instantly gripped Tom's heart!
Sharps's shot was enough to tear the van and James behind it apart!
He must be dealt with immediately!
There's no time to weigh the options!
Tom suddenly squeezed the mule's belly, and the loach burst into a sprint at its maximum speed, rushing wildly towards Scarface!
At the same time, he wildly swung the Winchester lever in his right hand, and bullets rained down on the three men who were attacking him!
boom! boom! boom!
The three bullets were not intended to kill the enemy, but rather to accurately hit the edge of the bunker where the three men were hiding. The rubble and dirt they kicked up kept them from raising their heads and temporarily suppressed them!
It's now!
We're still almost 80 yards away from Scarface!
Sparse shrubs and undulating earthen embankments separate them.
Scarface had already rushed up the embankment, grinning as he dismounted and skillfully raised the heavy Sharps rifle. The thick muzzle began to move slowly, searching for James's figure behind the wagon!
"Loach! Charge!" Tom roared inwardly, simultaneously kicking hard in the stirrups with both feet, his body like a spring compressed to its limit, leaping into the air from the speeding loach's back!
This action is extremely bold and crazy, completely exposing oneself in the open space!
Scarface was clearly caught off guard by this move. Startled by this reckless act, he paused for a moment, and the muzzle of his gun instinctively shifted slightly!
My body was falling through the air, and the wind was howling in my ears!
Time seemed to stretch out.
Tom's eyes were fixed on the scarlet target behind the earthen mound.
His left hand, the Colt, was already raised the moment he jumped!
Not aiming!
Instead, it relied on the precise trajectory prediction within the "field of vision," down to the microsecond level, and every subtle movement of Scarface's body!
boom! boom! boom!
Three rapid gunshots, as sharp as thunderclaps!
Colt unleashed his final flames of vengeance in his hand!
Three bullets, in the blink of an eye, drew three arcs that represented the final outcome of death!
The first one!
As if it had eyes, it hit the Sharps rifle's bolt with perfect accuracy as it was raised and not yet stabilized!
A deafening clang rang out!
The immense impact caused the heavy gun to tilt violently, and Scarface's hand was ripped open, bleeding profusely!
The second one!
Relentlessly pursuing, like a deadly poison needle, it pierced deeply into the scarred man's gaping mouth, which was wide open in pain and shock!
Blood and bone fragments spurted from the back of his head, staining the earthen slope red!
The third one!
Almost touching the trajectory of the second bullet, it pierced his throat, which was completely exposed due to his backward lean!
It completely crushed all hope of life!
Scarface's cruelty, astonishment, and fear of death were forever frozen in time. His tall, strong body, like a felled giant tree, crashed heavily, face down, onto the cold earth, carrying his expensive Sharps, raising a cloud of dust.
The scarlet mark was completely extinguished in Tom's "vision".
Pfft!
Tom also fell heavily onto the soft grass, rolling over to dissipate the force and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Although his bones felt like they were falling apart, he miraculously escaped unharmed!
He immediately rose from his knees, the Colt in his hand emitting wisps of smoke, his eyes sweeping coldly across the battlefield, which had instantly fallen into deathly silence, like the Siberian wind.
The commander was instantly killed!
And it was such a stunning and unbelievable triple strike in the air!
The three enemies who were besieging Tom witnessed this scene that seemed like divine punishment, and their last remaining fighting spirit collapsed instantly!
An overwhelming fear gripped them.
"A devil! He's a devil from hell!"
"The boss is dead! Run!!"
The three men, no longer caring about shooting, turned their horses around in terror and fled for their lives in the wilderness to the southeast like stray dogs!
At the same time, James seized the perfect opportunity when the enemy was thrown into brief chaos and fear due to the death of their leader!
He calmly pulled the trigger.
boom!boom!
Two enemies who tried to continue suppressing him fell from their horses, blood blooming between their brows.
On the west side, Wade and Ennis also erupted!
James's precise shot relieved some of the pressure, and Captain Shay also took care of the guy with the Molotov cocktail.
Wade and Ennis used precise rifle shots to send the last two enemies rushing towards the cattle to their doom.
The battle, from Tom's life-saving gunshot to Scarface's death and the three men's retreat, lasted less than ten minutes.
The smoke from gunpowder mixed with the strong stench of blood permeated the cool morning breeze, making it particularly pungent.
The camp was in a mess, with bullet holes, bloodstains, and overturned items everywhere. But miraculously, apart from a few minor scratches and shock, no one in the migrating team was seriously injured or killed!
Even the cattle, after their initial commotion, gradually calmed down thanks to Wade and Ennis's reassurance.
James was unharmed, except that the knuckles of his fingers, which were gripping Winchester's hand, were slightly white from the force.
Tom, panting, stood up, leaning on Winchester.
His gaze was fixed on the three fleeing enemy figures that disappeared at the edge of the southeastern horizon.
Although his "vision" could not extend infinitely, the direction in which the three people fled in panic was clearly imprinted in his mind like a red-hot iron: Fort Worth!
We can't let them escape back and report!
We can't let them cause any more trouble!
He quickly went to the loach, checked it, and found that apart from a wisp of its mane being wiped off, it was completely unharmed.
He quickly found his carriage, reloaded Winchester with fifteen bullets, and Colt finished loading as well.
He walked up to James, and the father and son's eyes met in the air without a word.
James saw the unwavering resolve in his son's eyes and the murderous intent pointing southeast.
The silent father simply nodded heavily and slowly.
Margaret's lips moved, but in the end, it only turned into a sigh full of worry.
"Tom!" Elsa's cry was full of worry!
Tom didn't hesitate any longer and mounted the mule.
"drive!"
With a sharp shout, the mudskipper shot off like an arrow, kicking up a cloud of dust as it sped away in the direction where the fleeing enemy had disappeared!
His figure, stained with gunpowder and dust, stretched out like a straight arrow pointing towards revenge and the unknown in the backlight of the rising sun.
It's time to settle the accounts in Fort Worth!