Henry, with his Winchester Rifle on his back, and Brian's Winchester Rifle placed across the pommel of his saddle, quickly turned his horse and headed towards the town entrance.
The others exchanged glances, nearly a hundred fully armed cavalrymen!
Bandits generally had several times the combat power of ordinary civilians because they were accustomed to a life of danger and were more skilled in combat.
Now that Sheriff Brian had died in the line of duty, and Deputy Marshal Duncan was not in town, no one else had the prestige to organize the civilians to resist the bandits.
If they fought individually, the civilians' combat power would be even lower.
Moreover, the enemy had already reached their doorstep!
A feeling of despair began to spread and permeate among the crowd.
William said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, this is our home, we have nowhere to retreat. Don't let that child fight alone!"
Ronald and the others snapped out of their shock, mounted the bandits' horses, and rushed towards the town entrance.
At this moment, more than forty adult male residents, rifles in hand, walked out of their homes and likewise ran towards the town entrance, forming a long line.
When Henry arrived at the town entrance, he saw the bandit gang stirring up rolling dust. The bandit vanguard was about to enter the 500-yard shooting range.
He quickly dismounted, immediately picked up the "One of a Thousand" Winchester Rifle, then slapped his horse to make it run away. Then, as if he had practiced it thousands of times, he skillfully rested the walnut stock on his right shoulder, held his hands level, and quickly began to shoot.
"Bang, bang, bang"
As he rhythmically pulled the lever connected to the trigger, Henry felt as if he was firing a semi-automatic rifle from his previous life.
Every shot hit its mark; with each gunshot, a bandit fell from his horse.
Henry found that after one increase in his Constitution, he was more adept at observing his surroundings, keenly perceiving the order and direction of the charging enemies, as well as their intention to raise their guns and shoot.
This allowed him to calmly prioritize killing enemies who first attempted to open fire.
Someone once tested that a skilled shooter could empty 15 rounds from a Winchester 1873 in just eleven seconds.
But Henry felt he might not even need ten seconds.
He quickly emptied the 15 rounds in the rifle's chamber, knocking down 15 bandits. The neighing of horses and the sounds of bodies tumbling onto the mud blended into a single cacophony.
Placing the rifle on the ground, he quickly raised his own rifle and began to shoot, just as those bandits entered the 400-yard effective range.
Again, every shot found its mark.
The rhythmic, rapid roar of the rifle was like the horn of death; every gunshot was inevitably accompanied by a bandit falling heavily to the ground.
Huh?
The first miss occurred; the bandit leader, as if clairvoyant, shook his head and dodged the bullet that would have blown his head off!
Henry immediately changed his aim to the bandit's thigh.
"Bang!"
A clean, decisive shot left him with no escape. A gaping bloody wound opened on his thigh, with blood and flesh splattering.
The bandit leader cried out in pain, pulled the reins with his right hand, and tried to quickly turn his horse to escape.
The sharpshooter on the other side was a devil, too precise!
But the second shot followed closely, entering his half-turned waist and blowing open a large hole!
The bandit finally couldn't hold on, his vision blurred, his body lost balance, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Henry continued to shoot the other bandits who were closest or who fired first.
Bullets occasionally flew past him at high speed.
However, the accuracy of the bandits' shots while galloping at high speed was questionable, and the distance was too great, with the closest being around 300 meters.
For most of them, hitting a target at this distance was basically a matter of luck.
But Henry had the bulletproof blessing of the release bead, with a full 6 white release bead shells that could withstand 6 rifle shots!
His fearlessness allowed him to aim with greater peace of mind.
Another 10 seconds passed, and the bullets in this rifle were also depleted, having shot down 13 bandits.
Basically, all the bandits charging at the very front had fallen to the ground, their fates unknown.
Henry immediately reloaded his rifle.
The bandit vanguard was now over 200 meters from Henry. Seeing that Henry had finally run out of ammunition, they were overjoyed and all raised their guns to shoot at Henry.
They had been in despair, feeling as if the opponent was an unmoving volcanic rock, firmly blocking their charging torrent.
If it weren't difficult to turn around, they would have scattered and fled the moment their leader, Jack, was killed.
Moreover, the continuously falling bandits and errant horses in front significantly reduced the charging speed of the bandits behind.
Bullets whizzed past Henry at high speed, and he was prepared to be shot.
Two white release bead shells silently shattered!
Within 200 meters, the bandits' accuracy greatly improved.
At this moment, other police officers and militiamen also arrived at the town entrance, hiding behind wooden houses and peeking out to try and shoot at the bandits, but they were stunned by the sight of horses and bandits strewn across the ground!
The sentry in the high tower had long since dropped his jaw.
Henry had only loaded 4 bullets when he swapped for a new, fully loaded Winchester 1873 from his space and began to shoot.
"Bang, bang, bang"
The devilish sound of death continued to ring out!
To everyone's disbelief, the scene of one shot, one bandit, played out again.
Ten seconds passed, and all 15 bandits who had rushed into the 100-meter range fell to the ground.
The closer they got to the town entrance, the narrower the road became, which caused the bandits behind to become flustered, and their charging speed dropped again.
Stimulated by Henry's god-like performance, the police officers and militiamen exposed themselves and opened fire on the bandits.
Under the collective fire of forty to fifty guns, a dozen of the foremost bandits fell to the ground.
The remaining twenty-odd bandits 200 meters behind pulled hard on their reins, trying to stop their horses from charging forward and turn around to escape as quickly as possible.
After loading 4 bullets, Henry swapped for another new Winchester Rifle and began to shoot.
Under the soul-chasing gunshots, another 15 bandits who had just turned around fell to the ground.
When the gunshots stopped, only a mere 8 bandits had escaped beyond 400 yards, fleeing for their lives.
Henry slung the rifle behind his back and quickly walked towards the fallen bandits. Passing by Pete, he tossed the empty "One of a Thousand" rifle to him, leaving a remark, "Hold this for me," and continued forward.
At the same time, he drew two Colt 1878 Double Action revolvers from the holsters at his waist.
As he passed the fallen bandits, regardless of whether they were still breathing, Henry fired a shot.
After emptying the 12 bullets from both pistols combined, he drew his Colt Single Action revolver and continued to deliver finishing shots.
Upon reaching the bandit who had caused his first miss, Henry fired the last bullet into his neck, and blood instantly sprayed three feet high!
The bandit's head was almost completely severed at the neck.
Henry leaned over and opened the bulging wallet at the waist of this suspected bandit leader.
Fortunately, the bullet that entered his waist had just grazed the wallet, without destroying its contents.