Chapter 229
Not long after the four of them returned to the small town police station, a call came in just after 5:30 in the morning.
No surprise, the call came from someone from Canyon Ranch.
And Barney called Li Changheng's wooden villa in the small town and the airport outside the town, and then he said to Stone in relief.
"The BOSS is at the airport outside the town, you and Daofeng went to guard him."
"Understood", Stone nodded, changed into police uniforms with Dao Feng, and went out to drive to the airport.
Ten minutes later, when the other three police officers from the town arrived at the police station, a dozen town residents with guns and cowboy hats also came outside the police station.
I didn't want to confront the Mexicans head-on, and I didn't want to see the trenches where there were more casualties, so I could only go out and say to everyone, "I have notified the state police, border patrol and FB1, and they will take care of it."
"This is impossible," someone shouted in the crowd, "If we don't fight back, the group of Mexican flour sellers will think that we are all cowards and come here as we want.
Once buyers from other places know that we often have reading and selling transactions here, they may not be willing to send cars to buy crops and beef cattle.
If things don't sell, life will be harder for us people.
Sheriff, you have to take us and teach those Mexicans a lesson. "
This statement immediately got everyone's approval.
Everyone knows that the town relies entirely on agriculture and animal husbandry to survive, and if the purchasers don't want to come, they have to send it out themselves.
But in this way, the cost increases, the farmers and ranchers earn less money, and the number of people hired also decreases.
If everyone has no money, the business of those merchants in the town will also be affected.
Moreover, readers often come and go here, and they will definitely provoke some gray gangs and gangsters to come over.
The security problem will also worsen, and then there will be a vicious circle, and finally the unemployed people will have to leave the town.
The smaller the population, the lower the tax revenue. The small town police station cannot maintain 5 policemen, and the law and order continue to deteriorate.
Then Sono Town, like many border towns, was abandoned by the surrounding farmers and ranchers, sending their business and crops to other towns for sale.
Therefore, as long as the residents of the town and the merchants whose customers are cowboys are not stupid, they will definitely help the cowboys in trouble.
Besides, the cowboys themselves were small-town kids.
Not to mention working hard for others, but it's okay to hold a gun to build momentum.
And these people are not stupid. They have stayed in border towns for decades, and they know that flour sellers are more afraid of law enforcement agencies in the United States.
Now that they have been smashed by the cowboys, in the minds of the town residents, this group of people must have been driving away at this time.
At this time, the more people go, on the one hand, it shows that everyone is united.
On the other hand, it can also create a situation where the whole town will be mobilized to scare those who sell flour, as well as gray gangs, gangsters and the like from coming back in the future.
Driven by profit, and it is only 69 years at this time, people who have not experienced the era of information explosion, no matter Asians or Europeans and Americans, actually still retain more or less simplicity and local consciousness.
Not to mention that Sono Town was originally a border town. One or two hundred years ago, guns were used to guard against wild animals, robbers and Mexicans.
The only targets with guns at this time were the old Mo who had smuggled over here, as well as the flour merchants.
Even if some people have other ideas and some are timid, at least a superficial unity must be maintained.
Trenches and Barney glanced at each other, and in the end they could only persuade everyone not to take risks, but they did not stop the town drama name following the police car in action.
Fortunately, the two of them knew that the Mexicans were in that section of the canyon, a few kilometers away, and they parked their car at the bottom of a hillside.
Climb up the hillside and start observing with binoculars.
Trenches and Barney were careful and cautious, but the cowboys who assembled and rode horses were not so lucky.
More than 30 cowboys from six surrounding farms and pastures were two or three kilometers away from the canyon when they were frightened by the sound of automatic rifles and quickly got off their horses and lay on the ground.
If it weren't for this group of Mexican readers, under Juan's order, try not to kill people if they can.
In this ambush alone, five FNL assault rifles, which were the favorite of mercenaries in the 1960s and 1970s, can kill or maim at least 5 cowboys.
When the cowboys realized that only 5 horses were hit and no one was injured, they started to fight back instead of fleeing because it was God's blessing.
But the fact that makes people very helpless is that when there are only a few M16s taken from the ranchers to fight the enemy at a distance of 3 or 4 hundred meters, the part-time job is to burn the fire stick.
The FNL, which uses the 7.62×51 mm standard bullet, is not only powerful, but also has higher long-distance accuracy than the second-generation assault rifle like the M16.
If it pretends to be a scope, the FNL is a bursting precision rifle with a sniper taste.
The 5 Mexicans who were ambushing on the hillside did not hit anyone, but they used horses as targets.
Often one or two shots can make a horse lie on the ground waiting to die.
If it weren't for the fact that many of the cowboys used Garland or M700 hunting rifles and had the ability to fight back, the thirty or so of them would have surrendered or fled with their backs to the guns.
There was a burst of gunfire, and when more than 30 cowboys were scattered and started to encircle, there were fierce gunshots from two bunkers in the distance.
FK.
The cowboys who often hunted knew that the enemy had already dispersed when they heard the sound, and a group of several people occupied a favorable terrain, waiting for their group to die.
Moreover, this time it was no longer without any casualties, at least five or six people were shot one after another.
Those who went directly to see God were relieved. Those who were hit in the hands, feet, and stomachs faced severe pain and blood loss while they could not die.
"Ray, what should we do?"
"Sheriff, please hurry and save them."
Residents of small towns who stayed with the trenches saw their relatives or friends surrounded by people, crushed under rocks or pits, and could only hope that the five police officers in the trenches would come to rescue them.
At least for some people who have the courage to rush to help, they also hope that the police in the trenches can take the lead.
Trenches and Barney suddenly had their heads dilated.
If he was in the jungle or in a town, he would have enough confidence and the ability to kill a dozen by means of sneak attacks, black guns, and ambush.
But in this plain area, no matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to shoot at a dozen precision rifles.
That is no different from courting death.
After thinking about it, in the end, I only thought of using a vehicle as a cover, and let the person out of the encirclement first.
With some town residents who volunteered to help, as soon as they ran down the hill, they heard the sound of "Zizizi" coming from the intercom of the police car.
"This is the Sono Air Patrol, here is the Sono Air Patrol, please answer if you hear it, please answer if you hear it."
Teng Hao knew it was Li Changheng's voice as soon as he heard it.
But this time he was not worried about Li Changheng's safety. After all, the probability of hitting a fighter jet in the sky with a rifle is not high, let alone destroying it.
"Air Patrol, Air Patrol, this is Sheriff Ray Owens, over."
"Need help, Sheriff?"
Li Changheng, who was driving the P51, said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "The fighter plane has already carried a full capacity of 1880 rounds of live ammunition, requesting authorization to attack."