Chapter 16: Firefight

The sparse and messy gunshots did not scare Brandon away. Instead, he showed a contemptuous smile on his face. Google search reading

He could hear the fear of these gold diggers from the gunshots. He was also like this when he went to the battlefield to fight Mexicans for the first time. He was so scared that he trembled all over when he heard the gunshots.

Brandon has rich experience in how to rob the gold diggers of gold. Those gold mining companies and teams that seem to be well organized are actually weak and often scatter in the face of their plunder.

He believes that the gold diggers he will face today are the same. The only difference between them and other gold mining teams is that there are more people.

Of course, they also have more gold, so much that such rational people are willing to take risks for it.

Thinking of gold, Brandon became more and more excited and fired two shots at the house more than 200 yards away to cheer him up. He directed his men to move forward slowly and orderly.

At this moment, familiar images flashed through Deng Yan's mind. The thugs in light blue jackets and light blue military pants in front of him also turned into lobster soldiers in red clothes, and the grenadiers' march seemed to echo in his ears.

Accompanied by the neat volleys of gunfire from the opposite side, the two Chinese guards beside him were shot and fell down. Just like his brother fell beside him ten years ago.

"Kill his mother's ghosts!"

Deng Yan's blood surged, raised his revolver, pulled the trigger, and then pressed the hammer with his thumb until all the bullets in the revolver were fired.

At a distance of more than 200 yards, not to mention the pistols of this era, even shooting with modern pistols is a waste of ammunition.

After firing the bullets, Deng Yan habitually drew out a short scimitar and rushed out of the wall to fight the bandits.

"Second uncle! Come back!"

Liang Yao realized that Deng Yan was different, stretched out his hand to pull Deng Yan back, and slapped Deng Yan twice. At this time, Liang Yao felt that his left arm seemed to be bitten by something.

Deng Yan came back to his senses. This was not the battlefield ten years ago. Everything that happened just now was just his illusion.

"Get closer before you fight! Get closer before you fight!"

Liang Yao left Deng Yan aside and roared loudly.

Everyone understands this principle, but not everyone has the courage to get close to the enemy.

Liang Yao's Chinese guards had no combat experience. In addition, Deng Yan was not in good condition just now. In order to show off in front of Liang Yao, these Chinese guards exposed most of their bodies and bravely fought back against the bandits.

Unfortunately, their spirit of fearlessness could not reverse the disadvantage. Immediately, four or five guards were shot and fell down. Two of them were hit in the vitals and died on the spot.

The opponent's weapons and equipment were better than theirs. Liang Yao heard that the garrison of the California military fortress replaced a batch of new rifles last year. I think they replaced them with the Springfield M1842 that was modified with rifling and could shoot 69-caliber Minié bullets.

Otherwise, it is hard to explain why these bandits can shoot so accurately at a distance of more than 200 yards.

The weapons on his side are varied, from the old Charleville M171812 to the Monkey Brown Bess and Baker Carbine that the British sold to Mexico to clear their inventory. It is simply an international weapons exhibition.

Of course, he also has a Springfield M1842, but it is a smoothbore version. This gun is relatively new and its performance is not outdated, but its range is not comparable to that of the rifled version.

It is not that he is reluctant to spend money to buy better weapons, but that he cannot buy them. The guns equipped by Liang Yao's guards are already the best guns that can be bought in California. After all, this is a remote western frontier area, not the industrially developed eastern United States, where everything can be bought.

The Colt revolver in Liang Yao's hand weighing more than two kilograms has an overwhelming advantage over them in terms of firing rate.

However, at a distance of more than 200 yards, with the effective range of the pistol, it can't reach them. He can only watch anxiously.

"Damn, they have the latest rifles!"

Weber, a veteran soldier who had been through many battles, also realized that the situation was very unfavorable to them. After failing to fight back, he could only order his men to hide under the brick wall to save their lives.

Bullets rained down on Liang Yao's house like raindrops, and the broken stones and wood chips of the buildings hit by bullets flew everywhere.

"It is impossible to repel these bandits with our strength. Liang is right. We will fire and repel them when they get close. As long as we defend this yard, there is hope."

Sven calmly spit out a lead bullet from his mouth, stuffed the lead bullet into the barrel, and said while tamping the ammunition with a cleaning rod.

"Liang, fortunately your yard is built very solid, your arm, you are injured Liang, doctor! Doctor!"

After Sven's reminder, Liang Yao realized that he was injured. He subconsciously looked at his bloody arm. Under the effect of adrenaline just now, he hardly felt any pain.

Doctor Robinson hurried over with a medicine box to bandage Liang Yao.

"Fortunately, the bullet only penetrated your arm."

After checking Liang Yao's injuries, Robinson breathed a sigh of relief. It was only a minor injury, not fatal. Most of the armed forces in the yard obeyed Liang Yao. If Liang Yao had any problems, it would be a fatal blow to their morale.

The opponent seemed very patient and understood the gap in equipment between them. After advancing fifty or sixty yards, he stood still and continued to fire at Liang Yao's house.

Liang Yao couldn't raise his head under the powerful and accurate firepower suppression, let alone counterattack.

People in the hospital were in panic. They didn't have much disadvantage in numbers, but they were suppressed by more than 60 gangsters. This was the gap in weapons and equipment, and also the gap between professional soldiers and amateur rabble.

From time to time, guards and gunmen whose psychological defenses collapsed chose to become deserters. Weber and Deng Yan were both veteran officers with rich practical experience. They knew what to do in the face of such situations and would not hesitate to punish those deserters on the spot to stabilize the situation. Military morale.

What surprised Liang Yao was that the calmest people were Sven and several of his sailors.

Seeing that there was no movement in the mansion, Brandon felt that it was almost done. It was time to take down the mansion and snatch the gold. He drew the slender U.S. Army saber from his waist and directed his men to charge forward.

"Fire!"

When Brandon approached the house, a dense rain of bullets suddenly launched a counterattack against them. Unfortunately, four or five of his men were shot and fell. Brandon was determined to die and was unwilling to return without success. After launching a round of counterattack on the spot, facing the hail of bullets and scalp, he continued to rush forward.

"Damn it! For the sake of gold, charge forward. The distance between gold and us is only forty yards!"

Brandon, who was bathed in the hail of bullets, remained calm and had to admit that this once brave officer of the United States did not lose his courage after transforming into a gangster.

In close range shooting, it was Liang Yao's turn to show off his revolver. The thirteen Colt revolvers Liang Yao spent a lot of money to get from Flagg finally gave full play to his advantages.

Thirteen Colt revolvers fired a volley of fifty or sixty people. Faced with such intensive firepower, the opponent was obviously a little confused, and even the gunshots fired back became sparse.

"This gun is good, but it's a bit fiddly."

Liang Yao stretched his right hand a few times, which was almost dislocated by the huge recoil, and threw the pistol to a guard to load.

“It’s also very hard to load.”

Liang Yao heard gentle complaints in his ears.

Sven is obviously an experienced gun user. Liang Yao has just finished the first round, and he is already fighting the second round.

He held tightly the revolver Liang Yao had just given him with his right hand, squeezed the trigger tightly, and then quickly tapped the hammer with the palm of his left hand, firing out all the bullets in just two or three seconds.

Ruthless iron hand! This was Liang Yao's comment on Sven's rough hands. He didn't expect that this old sailor could actually know the unique skills of the American western cowboy. If he played like this, his thin and tender hands would probably be reimbursed on the spot.

Brandon was furious after being repelled. After a short rest, he launched three more charges towards Liang Yao's house.

The lonely courtyard of Brandon is crumbling under the crazy impact of these thugs and is on the verge of collapse.

In a rage, Brandon set fires everywhere in Sacramento, hoping to anger the gold diggers inside the house and lure them out of the house.

Liang Yao's heart was bleeding when he saw that his three months of hard work had gone up in flames.

Not only Liang Yao, but the fire in Sacramento also turned into the anger in the hearts of everyone present at this moment.

These thugs are burning down their homes with impunity!

"Keep the green hills here, don't worry about running out of firewood. Third brother, you can take the younger children and leave first. I'll take the rear for you."

The situation was extremely unfavorable for them, so Deng Yan suggested that Liang Yao take a few of the Deng family members away to preserve their fire.

"You and I have sworn to Mr. Guan that we will live and die together, and we will share wealth and honor. Even if we die, we will die with you. There is no reason for anyone to live in vain."

Liang Yao categorically rejected Deng Yan's proposal and decided to stick to it. Liang Yao's statement greatly enhanced the confidence of his guards.

"Ordinary gangsters won't be so desperate. They look like they were ordered by someone. They bite us like mad dogs and won't let go."

Liang Yao expressed his judgment that the purpose of these gangsters was not just to seek money, but to drive them all away, which was obviously aimed at him.

"Obviously, who hates Sacramento the most in the whole of California? Who hates you Liang Yao the most?" Sven's thoughts coincided with Liang Yao's. "That sinister and vicious country bumpkin Brannan, when I first saw him, I just feel like he’s not a good person!”

"We suffered heavy casualties and it will be difficult to withstand their next offensive."

Looking at the gold diggers team that suffered heavy casualties in the hospital, Captain Weber was deeply worried.

The ability of these improvised gold diggers with white and yellow skin to withstand four rounds of professional army attacks had exceeded his expectations. Their performance was impeccable, they were true warriors, but the enemy was too powerful.

"We must find a way to hold them back, otherwise we will all be doomed!"

"Perhaps the San Francisco Mounties can help us, but it will take at least a day to get from San Francisco to Sacramento!"

"Hey, man, take back your unrealistic ideas. The Mounties in Sacramento are gone, and the Mounties in San Francisco are out of reach."

"The garrison in California can definitely eliminate these bandits, but their station is at least 200 kilometers away from Sacramento. I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on until that time."

Everyone spoke to each other, and pessimism quickly spread among the crowd, as if they would die in the hands of those brutal gangsters the next moment.