1890: I'm in Hextech Brawl in America

Chapter 25 Single-Action Rapid Fire

Fang Jianqiu carefully walked into the stable, holding the heavy revolver in his right hand.

The stable was dimly lit, with only a few dim yellow lanterns hanging on the pillars, swaying gently in the wind.

The air was filled with the smells of hay, horse manure, and leather. Apart from the annoying buzzing of mosquitoes and the occasional snorting of horses, there was nothing unusual.

Fang Jianqiu moved quietly and quickly scanned the area.

He noticed that the gate to one of the horse stables was wide open, and the hay on the ground was kicked up in disarray.

Clearly, the guy who rode away on horseback just now took his horse from here.

Fang Jianqiu then looked at the other horse pens.

The tall horse Hans rode the day before yesterday—a pure white Arabian horse—has disappeared.

"Heh, you've got a good eye for things."

Fang Jianqiu smacked his lips.

That white horse is a real gem; if we could just take it and sell it, we could easily make a hundred dollars or so.

It's likely that the security guard who escaped took it by chance.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

After a moment's thought, Fang Jianqiu stopped worrying about it.

He began to carefully examine the few remaining horses in the stable.

Most of these horses were ordinary draft horses, some of which were pawing restlessly with wary eyes.

Finally, Fang Jianqiu chose a chestnut-colored Quarter Horse.

This guy looked very quiet, slowly chewing hay in the trough with his head down, seemingly not paying much attention to the noise around him.

This type of horse has good endurance and explosive power, making it suitable for the current situation.

Fang Jianqiu knew how to ride a horse before he transmigrated. Although he wasn't an expert, he was by no means a novice.

In an era when transportation relied primarily on walking, this skill was crucial.

He opened the gate to the stable, untied the reins, and led out the chestnut horse.

The horse snorted, seemingly uneasy, and tried to back away.

Fang Jianqiu reached into the trough, grabbed a handful of oats, and brought them to the horse's mouth, while gently patting its neck with his other hand.

"Hey buddy, don't be nervous. Eat something good, and then come with me out of this godforsaken place."

The horse sniffed the aroma of oats, stuck out its tongue and put it in its mouth, its unease seemingly dissipating considerably.

Fang Jianqiu took the opportunity to put a saddle on it and tighten the girth.

He then grabbed the front of the saddle and nimbly mounted the horse.

With a gentle squeeze of his legs against the horse's belly, the chestnut horse obediently began to walk.

Fang Jianqiu rode his horse and rushed out through the opened back gate.

The night wind howled across my face, carrying a hint of coolness.

Fang Jianqiu adjusted his posture on horseback as the horse rose and fell, and that familiar feeling of riding gradually returned to his body.

"drive!"

He gave a low shout and shook the reins.

The chestnut horse immediately understood the intention, its four hooves flying, and its speed increasing.

Fang Jianqiu quickly determined the direction.

The moonlight was average tonight, and the distant mountain ranges were indistinct. He spent some time locating the camp where Xiaolin was, and then spurred his horse to gallop.

The sound of horses' hooves was particularly loud on the quiet night road.

"Who goes there? Stop!"

After riding for a while, a shout suddenly came from the roadside not far away.

A foreigner was standing in the middle of the road carrying a kerosene lamp; he was probably a foreman in charge of perimeter security.

Although he shouted to stop, his posture was very casual; he didn't even pick up the rifle, but just lazily slung it over his shoulder.

Fang Jianqiu narrowed his eyes.

"I'll use you to test my gun."

He didn't stop, but just tugged on the reins slightly to slow the horse down a bit.

With a swift movement of his right hand, the modified heavy revolver instantly appeared in his grasp.

The gun is raised, and there's no need to aim deliberately.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot ripped through the night sky; the sound was much more muffled than that of a regular Colt, like a muffled thunderclap.

The flames spewing from the muzzle were a foot long, illuminating the horse's head for a fleeting moment.

The foreman didn't even have time to change his expression.

The immense kinetic energy propelled the brass bullet to slam into his chest.

It was as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer; the foreman was knocked back several meters.

He fell heavily to the ground, a hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest, and he died on the spot without even letting out a scream.

Another two hundred experience points have been gained.

"Phew, that was really awesome."

Fang Jianqiu blew away the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle and felt the aftershocks in his palm. The power of this gun certainly did not disappoint him.

"but......"

He frowned.

"The main force of these foreigners should be quelling the rebellion in the north, so why is there one lone here? Has the rebellion in the north already been suppressed?"

If that's the case, then things are not going well.

Fang Jianqiu put the revolver back into his waistband, and with this question in mind, tightened his grip on the horse's flanks once more.

"drive!"

The chestnut horse, in pain, accelerated again, its four hooves leaving the ground, sweeping across the road like a gust of wind.

Having a horse means speed.

What used to be a half-hour walk now takes very little time.

Kobayashi's camp was already in sight.

Using the height of the horse, Fang Jianqiu could see the situation at the camp gate from afar.

Several campfires were burning, and three foreigners were pacing back and forth at the entrance with guns in their hands. From inside the camp, a commotion and a woman's cries could be faintly heard.

Fang Jianqiu reined in the horse, letting it slowly approach.

The sound of the three foreigners talking could be heard on the wind.

"These pigs, they're really good at running. That one almost disappeared into the sugarcane field. But do they really think they can hide? Our dogs have a keen sense of smell."

"What are Jack and the others doing? Why are they taking so long to find two mosquitoes? I'm being bitten to death by mosquitoes outside."

"Fuck! He's probably itching for a good time again! That guy can't resist women, he's probably having a great time right now."

Several foreigners let out a lewd laugh.

"It seems the riots have indeed been suppressed; these people still have the leisure to talk nonsense."

Fang Jianqiu's heart sank.

Just then, one of the foreigners noticed the commotion on the road not far away.

In the darkness, although there was moonlight, they were too far away to see more than a blurry silhouette of someone on horseback.

"Hey, who's that over there? Is he delivering a message?"

The foreigner threw down his cigarette butt and shouted loudly.

The other two foremen also became alert, raising their guns and gathering in the middle of the dirt road to try and see who was coming.

Fang Jianqiu didn't answer immediately, but instead urged his horse closer. When they were only about twenty meters apart, he suddenly shouted in fluent English:

"The boss sent me! It's urgent!"

After saying that, he nimbly dismounted.

In that instant, he smoothly drew the heavy revolver from his waist with his right hand and casually hung the horse reins he was holding with his left hand on a dead tree branch.

Upon hearing the standard English and the word "boss," the three foreigners immediately lowered their guard considerably.

Furthermore, seeing that the man dismount voluntarily, it was clear that this gesture was not aggressive.

"What? So it was sent by that fat bastard Hans..."

One of the foreigners complained, lowered the muzzle of his gun, and looked impatient.

However, he hadn't finished speaking.

"Bang bang bang!"

Fang Jianqiu suddenly adopted a standard single-action rapid-fire posture.

His left hand slammed the hammer down with lightning speed, while his right hand steadily controlled the gun.

"Slap, slap, slap!"

Three gunshots rang out almost without pause.

The first bullet pierced right between the eyebrows of the foreigner who was speaking.

His head exploded like a rotten watermelon, and he fell straight backward.

The other two had no time to react; the gunshot was too fast and too sudden.

The second shot followed immediately.

The foreman, who was about to raise his gun, was shot in the shoulder and neck. The force of the impact knocked him off balance, and he spun halfway around before landing.

The third shot.

The last overseer had barely let out a scream when he was shot in the face. His face instantly caved in, and his body went limp to the ground.

This round of firing was ridiculously fast.

This single-action rapid-fire technique is so bad that if an average person tried to do it, the bullets would be flying off course at any distance. After all, controlling the muzzle climb during extremely rapid firing is practically impossible.

Only Fang Jianqiu, with the guaranteed hit attribute of the [More Versatile Scope], could be both fast and accurate, hitting headshots every time at a distance of about twenty meters.

"My hands are a little numb from the vibration."

Fang Jianqiu shook his right hand.

If it weren't for the significant physical enhancement brought by "Show Your Sword," an ordinary person trying to use this heavy revolver with its massive propellant charge for rapid fire would probably have their wrist broken on the first shot, and the gun would have flown out of their hand long ago.

Fang Jianqiu lowered his head expressionlessly, his fingers deftly prying open the cylinder and emptying the smoking cartridge case.

"Jingle bells."

The spent cartridge case hit the ground with a crisp sound.

He took out a few new bullets from his belt and inserted them one by one.

But their steps did not stop.

As he loaded his ammunition, he strode towards the camp gate.

......

Inside the camp.

"Shit! What's going on outside? Jack! Stop touching it, go check it out!"

Startled by the sudden gunshot, one of the foreigners immediately turned and shouted loudly into the inner room.