The sparse and messy gunfire did not scare Brandon away, but instead showed a contemptuous smile on his face.

He could hear the fear of these gold diggers from the sound of gunfire. It was the same when he went to the battlefield to fight the Mexicans for the first time. He trembled with fear when he heard the sound of gunfire.

Brandon has extensive experience in plundering gold from gold diggers. Those gold mining companies and teams that appear to be well-organized are actually weak and often break up in the face of their plunder.

He believed that the same was true for the gold diggers he faced today. The only difference between them and other gold mining teams was that they had more people.

Of course, they also have more gold, so much that such a rational person is willing to risk it.

Thinking of gold, Brandon became more and more excited and fired two shots at the house more than 200 yards away. He directed his men to advance forward in an orderly manner.

At this moment, familiar pictures flashed through Deng Yan's mind. The thugs in light blue jackets and blue military trousers in front of him also transformed into lobster soldiers in red. The Grenadier March.

It seemed to echo in his ears.

As a neat volley of guns rang out from the opposite side, the two Chinese guards beside him were shot and fell. Just like his brothers fell beside him ten years ago.

"Kill his mother-in-law!"

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

At a distance of more than two hundred yards, let alone the pistols of this era, even shooting with a modern pistol is a waste of ammunition.

After finishing his bullets, Deng Yan habitually pulled out a scimitar and rushed out of the wall to fight the gangsters.

"Second uncle! Come back!"

Liang Yao realized that Deng Yan was strange, stretched out his hand to pull Deng Yan back, and slapped Deng Yan hard twice. At this moment, Liang Yao felt as if his left arm was bitten by something.

Only then did Deng Yan come to his senses. This was not the battlefield ten years ago, and what had happened just now was just his illusion.

"Put it closer and then hit! Put it closer and hit again!"

Liang Yao put Deng Yan aside and roared loudly.

Everyone understands this truth, but not everyone has the courage to get close to the enemy and strike.

Liang Yao's Chinese bodyguards had no combat experience, and Deng Yan was out of shape just now. In order to show off in front of Liang Yao, these Chinese bodyguards exposed most of their bodies and bravely fought back against the gangsters.

Unfortunately, their newborn calves' spirit of not being afraid of tigers could not reverse their disadvantage. Immediately, four or five guards were shot and fell down, and two of them were hit in the vital organs and died on the spot.

The opponent's weapons and equipment are better than theirs. Liang Yao heard that the garrison at the California Military Fortress last year installed a batch of new rifles. It seems that they installed the Springfield M1842 that has been rifled and can shoot .69 caliber Mini bullets.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why these gangsters could shoot so accurately at a distance of more than two hundred yards.

The weapons on his side are all kinds of, from the old Charlieville M1795, Springfield M1812, to the monkey version of the Brown Bass and Baker carbine that the British old Qing Dynasty stocks sold to Mexico, they have everything. It is simply a universal weapons expo.

Of course, he also has the Springfield M1842, but it is the smoothbore version. This gun is still new and its performance is not outdated, but the range cannot be compared with the rifled version.

This is not because he is reluctant to spend money to buy better weapons, but because he cannot buy them. The guns equipped by Liang Yao's escort are already the best guns that can be bought in California. After all, this is the frontier of the western frontier.

The area is not the industrially developed eastern United States, where you can buy everything.

The two-kilogram Colt revolver in Liang Yao's hand had a crushing advantage over them in terms of rate of fire.

However, the distance of more than two hundred yards, with the effective range of the pistol, was not enough to reach them. He could only watch and worry.

"Damn, they have the latest rifles!"

The battle-hardened veteran Weber also realized that the situation was very unfavorable for them. After his attempt to fight back failed, he could only order his men to huddle under the brick wall to save their lives.

Bullets rained down on Liang Yao's house, and debris and wood chips flew across the buildings hit by the bullets.

"With our strength, it is impossible to repel these bandits. Liang is right. We will wait until they get close and then open fire to repel them. As long as we hold on to this compound, there is hope."

He spit out a lead bullet from his mouth calmly and calmly, stuffed the lead bullet into the barrel of the gun, and said while tamping the ammunition with a purge rod.

"Liang, fortunately your yard is well repaired... Oh, your arm, you are injured. Liang, doctor! Doctor!"

After Sven's reminder, Liang Yao realized that he was injured and subconsciously looked at his bloody arm. Under the influence of adrenaline just now, he felt almost no pain.

Dr. Robinson hurriedly came over with a medicine box to bandage Liang Yao.

"Luckily the bullet only went through your arm."

After checking Liang Yao's injuries, Robinson breathed a sigh of relief. It was only a minor injury and not fatal. Most of the armed forces in the yard were under the orders of Liang Yao. If something went wrong with Liang Yao, it would have a negative impact on their morale.

inflict a fatal blow.

The other party seemed to be very patient and well aware of each other's equipment gap. After advancing fifty or sixty yards, they stood still and continued to output firepower to Liang Yao's house.

Liang Yao, suppressed by the powerful and precise firepower, could not hold his head up, let alone fight back.

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 did not hesitate to put those deserters to death on the spot to stabilize the situation.

Military spirit.

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

Seeing that there was no movement in the house, Brandon felt that it was almost time to take over the house and snatch the gold. He drew out 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 at the same place, they were greeted by the enemy.

Amidst the hail of bullets, he continued to charge forward with his scalp in mind.

"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, did not change his expression. He 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 obtain 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 disorganized, 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.

"Loading is also very laborious."

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 firmly grasped 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 hands! This is Liang Yao's evaluation of 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 pair of thin-skinned and tender hands would probably be reimbursed on the spot.

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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's house is crumbling under the crazy impact of these thugs, and is on the verge of collapse.

In anger, 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 reckless abandon!

"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 give you the rear."

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 wouldn'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, and they were obviously targeting 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 sinister country bumpkin Brannan is the first person I've ever seen.

At that time, I felt that he was 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 Webb felt deeply worried.

These improvised gold diggers with white and yellow skin were able to withstand four rounds of professional army attacks, which exceeded his expectations. Their performance was impeccable. They were real 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, let alone the Mounties in San Francisco."

"The garrison in California will definitely be able to 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."

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Chapter completed!