At this time Henry had his own Winchester rifle on his back, with Bryan's rifle placed horizontally in the bow-shaped area at the front of his saddle. He quickly turned his horse around and headed toward the town entrance.
The others looked at each other in dismay—nearly a hundred armed cavalrymen!
Generally, bandits had several times the fighting capability of ordinary people because they were accustomed to a life of licking blood from knife edges, and their combat skills were also more refined.
Now with Sheriff Bryan dead and Federal Marshal Duncan not in town, no one else had enough prestige to organize the people's resistance against the bandits.
If everyone fought separately, the people's combat effectiveness would be even lower.
Moreover, the enemy had already attacked right to their doorstep!
A mood of despair grew and spread among the crowd.
William said in a deep voice: "Gentlemen, this is our home, we have no way to retreat, don't let that boy fight alone!"
Ronald and the others snapped out of their shock and mounted the bandits' horses, rushing toward the town entrance.
At this time, over forty adult male residents gripping rifles emerged from their homes, also running toward the town entrance, forming a long line.
When Henry reached the town entrance, he found the bandit gang kicking up rolling clouds of dust, with the mounted bandit vanguard about to enter the 500-yard shooting range.
He quickly dismounted, immediately grabbed the "One of One Thousand" Winchester rifle, patted his horse to make it run away, then as skillfully as if he had practiced ten thousand times, placed the walnut stock against his right shoulder, raised both hands level, and quickly began shooting.
"Bang bang bang"
With rhythmic manipulation of the lever connected to the trigger, Henry felt like he was achieving the shooting effect of a semi-automatic rifle from before his transmigration.
Every shot hit its mark, and with each gunshot a bandit fell from his horse.
Henry discovered that after upgrading his physical constitution once, he was much better at observing in all directions, able to keenly perceive the sequence and positions of the frantically charging enemies, as well as the enemies' intentions to raise their guns and shoot.
This allowed him to calmly prioritize killing enemies who tried to shoot first.
Someone had once tested that a skilled person could empty the 15 bullets from a Winchester 1873 rifle in just eleven seconds.
But Henry felt he might not even need ten seconds.
He quickly emptied the 15 bullets from his rifle, downing 15 bandits, with the sounds of horses neighing and human bodies rolling on the muddy ground forming a symphony.
Placing the rifle on the ground, he quickly raised his own rifle and began shooting, just as those mounted bandits ran into the 400-yard effective range.
Again, every shot found its mark.
The rifle's rhythmic dense thundering was like death's horn—each gunshot was inevitably accompanied by a mounted bandit falling heavily to the ground.
Huh?
The first miss appeared—the bandit leader actually seemed to have foreseen it and jerked his head aside, dodging the bullet meant to blow his head off!
Henry immediately switched to aiming at this bandit's thigh.
"Bang!"
A clean shot left him with nowhere to dodge, opening a gaping bloody hole in his thigh with blood and flesh fragments flying.
The bandit chief cried out in pain, pulled the reins with his right hand, trying to quickly turn his horse around and escape.
The sharpshooter opposite was a devil, simply too accurate!
But the second shot followed immediately, drilling into his waist as he half-turned, blasting open a large hole!
The mounted bandit finally couldn't hold on, his vision went black, his body lost balance, and he fell heavily headfirst to the ground.
Henry continued shooting the other bandits who were closest or shooting first.
Bullets occasionally flew past him at high speed.
But the mounted bandits' accuracy while galloping at high speed was questionable, and the distance was really too far—even the closest were about 300 meters away.
For the vast majority of them, shooting accuracy at this distance basically relied on luck.
And Henry had the Liberation Bead bulletproof protection—a full 6 white Liberation Bead shells could resist 6 rifle shots!
Having something to rely on allowed him to aim more peacefully.
Another 10 seconds passed, and this rifle's bullets were also exhausted, shooting down 13 mounted bandits.
Basically all the mounted bandits charging at the front had fallen to the ground, their fate unknown.
Henry immediately began loading bullets into his rifle.
The bandit vanguard was now over 200 meters from Henry. Seeing that Henry had finally gone silent, they were overjoyed and raised their guns to shoot at Henry.
They had originally all been in despair, feeling like the opponent was like unchanging volcanic rock, firmly blocking their torrential assault.
If it hadn't been difficult to turn around, they would have scattered and fled the moment their leader Jack was killed.
Moreover, the constantly falling mounted bandits and panicked running horses in front greatly reduced the charging speed of the bandits behind.
Bullets whizzed past Henry at high speed, and he was prepared to be hit.
Two white Liberation Bead shells silently shattered!
At a distance within two hundred meters, the bandits' accuracy greatly improved.
At this time, other officers and militia had also reached the town entrance, hiding behind wooden houses and trying to shoot at the mounted bandits, but were stunned by the horses and bandits lying all over the ground!
The sentry in the high tower had long since dropped his jaw.
Henry had only loaded 4 bullets when he switched to a new full Winchester 1873 rifle from his space and began shooting.
"Bang bang bang"
The soul-chasing demonic sound continued!
Under everyone's incredulous gazes, the scene of one shot, one bandit repeated itself.
Ten seconds passed, and all 15 mounted bandits who had charged to the front within 100 meters had fallen.
The closer to the town entrance, the narrower the road became, causing the bandits behind to panic and their assault speed to drop again.
Stimulated by Henry's godlike performance, the officers and militia all revealed themselves and opened fire on the mounted bandits.
Under the collective shooting of forty to fifty guns, over ten of the frontmost mounted bandits fell one after another.
The remaining twenty-plus mounted bandits 200 meters away pulled hard on their reins, trying to make their horses stop charging and turn around to escape as quickly as possible.
After loading 4 bullets, Henry switched to another new Winchester rifle and began shooting.
Under the soul-pursuing gunshots, 15 more of the bandits who had just turned around fell to the ground.
When the gunfire stopped, only 8 mounted bandits had escaped beyond 400 yards, fleeing desperately.
Henry slung his rifle behind his back and walked quickly toward the fallen bandits. Passing Pete, he tossed the empty "One of One Thousand" rifle to him, leaving behind the words "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 with both hands.
Passing the bandits lying on the ground, regardless of whether they still had breath, Henry gave each one a shot.
After firing the 12 bullets from both pistols, he drew his Colt single-action pistol and continued finishing them off.
Reaching the bandit who had made him miss for the first time, Henry put the last bullet in his neck, blood instantly spraying three feet high!
The bandit's head was almost completely severed at the neck.
Henry bent down and opened the bulging money pouch at this suspected bandit chief's waist.
Fortunately, the bullet that had drilled into his waist had just grazed past the money pouch without destroying the contents inside.