activa-t Chapter 21 Fatal Counterattack
Chapter 21 Fatal Counterattack
He saw Tom rushing towards him, and even more so, he saw the muzzle of a gun that gleamed with a deadly cold light in the dim light, pointing directly at him!
A beast-like instinct, born from countless struggles on the brink of life and death, instantly sounded an alarm!
"F**K!!!"
Wade was terrified, his mind went blank, but his body moved faster than his thoughts. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he used all his strength to pounce on the ground in an extremely ugly but incredibly effective "dog snatching shit" pose!
boom! ! !
At the very moment Wade fell to the ground, Tom's Winchester roared with a force that shattered the dawn!
A foot-long burst of orange-red flame erupted from the gun muzzle, ripping apart the silence!
"Thud!" A sickeningly loud, muffled sound as a bullet tore through flesh!
The bullet whizzed past Wade's tousled hair, the scorching heat making his scalp sting!
Ahead, the attacker who had been grinning and pulling the trigger suddenly had a horrifying bloody hole explode in his forehead!
His expression froze instantly, transforming from cruel excitement to utter astonishment and blankness. The gun in his hand fell limply to his sides, and he slumped off the horse as if his bones had been removed, crashing onto the cold ground with a thud, splattering red and white matter everywhere!
The battle began brutally, in the bloodiest way!
"Enemy attack!!! The scum of Fort Worth have infiltrated our camp! Grab your weapons! Everyone! Fight!!!" Tom's roar was like a thunderclap from the heavens, carrying boundless killing intent and fighting spirit, instantly sweeping across the entire silent camp!
This roar is an alarm, a war drum, and a death sentence for the enemy!
Wade scrambled toward the tent, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst his ribs. His hands and feet were ice-cold, but he was filled with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster and the lingering fear that ran deep in his bones!
It was Tom! That shot was a miracle! It was salvation!
He roared, "Ennis! Grab a gun! Those sons of bitches are here!"
Immediately, the tent echoed with sounds of frantic clattering, cursing, and the snapping of gun bolts.
Tom simply didn't have time to pause in order to save Wade!
The sound of gunfire is the clarion call for the final assault!
"To the east! Kill that mule-riding bastard!" A sharp, hoarse roar with a heavy Texas accent exploded from the main attack group on the southeast flank.
At least six enemies were thoroughly enraged. They abandoned their hiding places, spurred their horses, and pounced on Tom and Mudfish from different angles like sharks smelling blood!
The spears spat out tongues of fire, and the bullets began to whistle and kick up dirt around Tom!
"Loach! Zigzag! Full speed!" Tom growled, his body almost completely pressed against the mule's back, becoming one with the loach.
This almost superhuman mule displayed astonishing fighting talent, no longer charging in a straight line, but instead running wildly in an irregular, high-speed zigzag pattern, its speed increasing rather than decreasing! Mud and grass clippings flew under its hooves.
Puff puff puff! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Bullets struck Tom's side and back, kicking up clouds of dust; the closest ones even grazed the loach's saddle!
But Tom's mind remained as still as a frozen lake, without the slightest ripple.
His "vision" is like the most precise radar, firmly locking onto the trajectory, speed, and even the signs of pulling the trigger of every threat!
boom!
The lever left a blurry silver streak in his hand!
Winchester let out another deathly howl!
A rider who was flanking from the right front and aiming his gun had his left eye instantly gouged out!
His body stiffened abruptly, the gun flew from his hand, and he fell off the horse like a puppet with its strings cut.
Before the smoke from the gun had even cleared, Tom's finger had already slammed down the lever with lightning speed! The scalding hot cartridge case bounced crisply in the mud, and a new, deadly lead bullet instantly pierced the chamber!
Without stopping!
Tom drew his Colt from his waist with lightning speed with his left hand. Without even looking, relying on the millisecond-precise trajectory prediction in his "vision," he raised his hand and fired a shot at a guy with a shotgun who was trying to flank from the left rear!
boom!
Colt's roar was even shorter and more explosive! The bullet pierced the man's temple with pinpoint accuracy!
His body swayed, the shotgun blasted a useless cloud of iron shot into the sky, and he tumbled to the ground.
Colt finishes the job!
Dual pistols!
Winchester is the scepter of judgment at mid-to-long range, while Colt is the venomous fang of close combat!
On the back of the galloping mule, Tom transforms into a sophisticated, ruthless, and efficient killing machine!
"Surround him! Don't let him create distance!" a burly man with a hideous scar on his face, clearly the leader, roared furiously.
More bullets came raining down like a deluge, creating a crossfire.
boom!
With a sudden, sharp turn, Tom's body on the mule's back was like a boneless ghost. He slid sideways with a deft movement, and a string of scorching bullets whistled past his ribs, tearing through the air!
Winchester roars again!
An enemy, charging straight at you on horseback and attempting to get close and slash, suddenly had blood burst out from his chest, right in front of his heart!
His charge came to an abrupt halt, and he collapsed with an expression of disbelief.
Just as Tom was drawing most of the fire from the southeast, dancing a death dance amidst a hail of bullets, James's tent in the heart of the camp was suddenly flung open!
James Dutton, a veteran who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, walked with a steady gait and had eyes as sharp as an eagle.
There was no sign of sleepiness on his face.
Margaret gripped Colt tightly, her knuckles white, but her eyes remained unusually resolute as she stood guard at the tent entrance.
James's sharp gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield in an instant.
The chaotic situation instantly became clear in his mind: the main force of the enemy pressing in from the fan shape was being held back by Tom; several dark figures were trying to sneak towards the panicked immigrant tents and cattle; and two more people were sneaking closer from the west!
The veteran's instincts told him: the battlefield must be divided! The enemy's attempt must be thwarted!
He burst forth like a moving city wall, swiftly and silently taking cover in a sturdy covered wagon.
boom!
A steady, deep gunshot rang out, completely different from the rapid, popping sounds coming from Tom's side!
A man who was crouching and rushing toward the immigrant tent, trying to create panic and chaos, suddenly had his neck explode, his body went limp and he fell to the ground with the dagger in his hand.
boom!
The lever returned to its original position and fell steadily.
Another enemy, attempting to approach the cattle from the flank and prepare to throw a torch, had a burst of blood mist erupt from his temple. The torch fell from his hand, igniting the dry grass beneath his feet, which was quickly extinguished by his own falling body.
James's presence instantly halted the enemy's infiltration of the camp's core and vulnerable points.
The precise and deadly shot forced at least four or five enemies to turn their guns around in an attempt to suppress the sniper fire from the side and rear.
He and Tom, one still and one active, one far and one near, one steady and one swift, formed a silent, deadly tacit understanding on the chaotic battlefield, creating a web of intertwined deaths!
Captain Shay's hoarse roar, like the howl of a wounded brown bear, echoed in the center of the camp.
The old captain was armed to the teeth, his Springfield rifle spitting fire as he sent an enemy who was trying to climb onto the roof of the wagon and set up a firing position tumbling down in a sorry state.