Rather than being extremely conceited in making plans, Dutch was more willing to listen to Arthur's advice during the battle. So Dutch immediately shouted an order: "Everyone! Come with me and charge!"
After giving the order, everyone mobilized. Even Javier and Lenny, who were staying on the hillside, joined the battle group. After they discovered that the situation had changed on the cliff, they immediately joined the battle against the O'Drisco gang.
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Dutch took the lead. Dressed in a jet black mink coat, he stood out in the white. However, despite being in such a dangerous situation, he shuttled like a black dragon in the hail of bullets fired by at least thirty people on the opposite side. Everyone
They all shot at him at least twice, but no one hit a piece of his clothes.
Dutch fired both guns, and the two gunshots exploded almost at the same time, pushing the two bullets through the eyebrows of the two Austrian gang members who were rushing towards him. Then he turned around and knocked down two more people who were trying to escape from the attack with two gunshots.
The enemy who circled back on the left shouted: "There must be more people in the forest, let's go!"
The team of the Van der Linde gang is like a sharp knife, with Dutch as the blade, cutting the team of the O'Drisco gang in half. Seven versus thirty, it seems that one can tell at a glance which side will win by just looking at the numbers, but in fact
It is always more magical realism than calculation and analysis. The current situation is that the numerically weaker Van der Linde Gang is fighting in an extremely lifeless manner, and even has a stalemate with the numerically superior O'Drisco Gang.
situation.
Brandy did not rush as fiercely as others, but took steps step by step. At this time, an Austrian gang member rushed toward him and fired three shots at him, one of which grazed the brim of his hat.
Flying behind him, the other two shots were shot to unknown dimensions by him.
"You are the master of human body tracing, right?" Brandy couldn't control the corners of his mouth. He didn't rush and shot the other person in the abdomen. The man screamed and covered his body.
The body fell to the ground and soon became lifeless.
"Reality is better than games in this regard." Brandy couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
In games, the setting of health bars is very common, even in games such as Red Dead Redemption that strive for realism and immersion, it exists, but it is not clearly displayed.
But the reality is different. The human body and will are too fragile, and the harm of firearms to humans is too powerful. In the game, if a shot hits the target's abdomen, the target's body may only shake for a moment, and then continue in the same way as before.
Frequent counterattacks, if it does not actually cause damage, the shot will be as if it was not fired; and if the same situation is translated into reality, the person who was shot will lose combat effectiveness in an instant and will suffer severe pain in a very short period of time.
Destroy the will and ability to move, and then bleed to death.
The existence of this difference means that in real battles, the requirements for shooting accuracy are not as high as in games.
Brandy's mind was still immersed in his own random thoughts, but he completely forgot that being distracted in such a fast-paced battle was an absolute taboo. He was only distracted for a second or two, and was knocked down by someone from an angle.
He fell down from behind. The man was riding on Brandy, holding the repeating rifle against his head, trying to capture Brandy just like that.
Brandi suddenly realized what he was doing. He held the barrel of the gun with both hands and pulled it to the side. The barrel of the gun pierced the snow, and even the gunshots that burst out from it became extremely dull. Brandy didn't hesitate, and then he hit him with a knee.
Give this man a beating with flying eggs.
The opponent's crotch was in pain, and the force used to suppress Brandi was naturally weak. Brandi took the opportunity to turn over, knocking the enemy to the ground, and stood up.
As soon as the Ao gang member wanted to stand up, he received a heavy kick in the abdomen. Brandi scolded and kicked him: "You bastard has no martial ethics, come on, lie! Come on! Sneak attack! I
Is this a good thing for a newcomer who just joined a gang? This is not good!"
After kicking him enough, Brandy picked up the carbine he had dropped. The gunshot rang out again, and the man's facial features were shattered by the bullets. He probably couldn't even recognize his own mother.
Brandy put down the gun, exhaled a breath, looked up, and found that the battle was over.
"Those cowards have escaped," Dutch declared his victory loudly, "Good job, boys. Go back to camp, get what we need and then evacuate!"
After everyone swept through the corpses newly dropped by the enemy, they returned to the camp one after another and gathered in the open space in the center of the camp.
Dutch whistled and called his mount "Earl". He ordered: "Well done, brothers. Now, let us turn this place upside down."
He climbed on the horse's back and instructed everyone: "Bill, you go search the carriage; Micah, you go search the house over there; Arthur, you go search the house on the left. Okay, brothers, move quickly.
, find those detonators, explosives, and other things, go!"
Arthur, Micah, and Bill spread out to search for the Austrian gang's explosives and plans. Dutch came to Lenny, Javier, and Brandi. He asked: "Did you do anything while you were up there?
Did you find those cowards running towards you?"
"No, Dutch," Javier replied, "those losers never thought there was a way to escape here."
"So what if you think of it?" Lenny said with a smile, "The ending is the same anyway."
"Lanny, I've always said that you have a great sense of humor." Dutch also smiled. He turned to look at Brandy and found that his face looked a little bad. He asked with concern, "Brandy, what are you doing?"
Are you okay?"
Brandy waved her hands to indicate that there was no big problem, while massaging her temples, she said: "It's okay, it's just my first time to participate in a battle of this scale, and I'm a little unaccustomed to this kind of rhythm and intensity."
Dutch nodded, took out a bottle of brandy from his bag and handed it to Brandy, saying: "Believe me, kid, there will be many battles of this intensity in the future. Maybe one day you will face one alone.
There's an army - but I hope you won't get into trouble like this in the future." After that, he laughed heartily.
Brandy didn't pay attention to Dutch's joke, which was not funny. She unscrewed the cork and took a sip of wine. She did feel much better.
"However, kid, I still have to give you two pieces of advice," Dutch's tone became a little more serious, "With your current ability, if you rely too much on your talent in battle, you will have to fight a few times like this.
, your spirit and body will collapse, so in the future, you should shoot more targets under normal circumstances. When using abilities, if your vision appears to shake involuntarily and flash back to black, you must immediately stop using abilities and replenish yourself.
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After saying this, he made a pistol shape with his right hand, pointed at his temple, and said: "By the way, although you don't need to be too harsh on yourself in real combat, high-precision shooting can help you improve your mental cohesion.
, it will also help extend the use time of your abilities.”
"Thanks, boss," Brandi nodded sincerely. He knew these were good words, "I'll take note of them."
At this time, the three people who went to search also came back. Dutch asked: "Have you got everything?"
"Yes, boss," Micah replied, handing a large roll of paper to Dutch, "I found this on one of the guys."
"Well done, great," Dutch took the paper and opened it to browse. The more he read, the more comfortable he felt. "Well, it's really interesting... This has something to do with the train they want to rob. A man named Leviticus
Mr. S. Cornwall..."
He stuffed this information into his saddle bag and said: "Get on the horse, let's go!"
After helping Bill place all the explosives they found, everyone rode away from the camp, which was now abandoned again.
"Okay, let's get out of here quickly," Dutch praised his brothers loudly, "I'm proud of you! For all of you, no one fell down."
"Good job! Guys!" Bill also shouted loudly, but his words were more lively.
Dutch then delivered his own speech: "Although you are hungry, poor, and wandering around, you have done a great job. They can attack us with all their strength, but we will always cheer up and face the challenge calmly. This is who we are, desperadoes.
, boys.”
At this point, his tone became a little nostalgic: "Now we are waiting for John, Mike, Charles and Sean to ride with us... I know they will all come back."
Apart from anything else, Dutch's leadership, eloquence and charisma are impeccable. Every word he says is like a shot in the arm, giving his partners the courage to move forward into the future.
Although Arthur was opposed to this operation at first, now that everything is going smoothly, he is in a much better mood: "Although Colm was not caught, it will make him feel worse than being shot."
"Especially since we robbed this train again," Dutch added.
Arthur laughed: "Yes, let's see when the time comes."
"Oh, we must go and grab it." Dutch emphasized.
"You know," Arthur expressed concern, "he's going to come after us."
"Oh, of course he will, just like everyone else," Dutch said confidently, "but we have to be one step ahead of them and make sure we can find out where they are before we are exposed. We were beaten in Blackwater Town.
I was caught off guard, but it won't happen again."
The team crossed the ridge, passed through the forest, and returned to the way they came.
From a distance, Dutch saw a man on horseback running away like a bereaved dog at the fork in the road ahead.
Dutch asked Arthur: "Hey, did you see that guy? Isn't he the one who was with Colm in the camp before?"
Arthur also took a look and affirmed: "It's him."
"Leave him to me." Behind the two of them, Brandi caught up.
"Can you use a noose, boy?" Arthur looked at him suspiciously.
"I used to rope cattle in the pasture," Brandi said.
Arthur nodded and handed his noose to Brandi. Dutch said: "Okay, let's go back. Bring him back alive, he may be useful."
"No problem, boss." Brandi took the rope, patted the horse and accelerated away from the team, running towards the rider who was panicking.
The man was very alert, and after a while he found Brandy's tail falling behind him. He immediately slapped his horse and accelerated, trying to escape, but he didn't know whether it was because he was too scared or the horse was not obedient enough, so he could not pick up the speed.
At this time, Brandi was less than two horses away from him.
Brandy leisurely hummed the tune of "Horse Rod". Of course, he did not forget to pass the word "man" empty. When he was only one horse away from the opponent, the rope in his hand accurately
It caught the target's neck.
"Hey, brother, I advise you not to struggle," Brandi said as he jumped off the horse. "Our boss wants to be alive. I'm afraid I might strangle you to death accidentally."
"Oh, God, please, don't do this." The man didn't have the backbone that a desperado should have at all, wailing on the ground like a pig about to be slaughtered.
"I'm very sorry," Brandi said sorry, but her hand was not gentle, and she tied the man up like a rice dumpling in just two strokes, "I just completed my task."
"It's useless even if you catch me, really," a member of the Austrian gang cried out, "and brother, even if you want to complete the task, you don't have to tie me up with the strength of an ox, right? It will hurt!"
Brandy picked him up and put him on the horse, and said, "Sorry, I have only tied cattle before. I don't know how hard I should use to tie people. I will pay attention next time."
"Next time? Do you still want a next time?"
"It's not that I want to have it, it's that you want to have it."
"I don't want to have it, I don't want to have it!"
"Whether you want to have a child or not, it's up to your father to have a child~ drive!"
It was getting late, and the two of them were galloping on the vast snowfield.
"Brother, please let me go, I'm begging you." On the horseback, the member of the Austrian gang who was tied up begged.
“Save your energy, we’ll talk to our boss later about whether to let you go or not,” Brandi said, “What’s your name?”
"I have no idea!"
"Oh~ So you don't know your name."
"No, I wouldn't know if I didn't scream."
"Then what's your name?"
"me……"
"Don't remember? Let me guess," Brandi showed a sly smile, "Your name is Kieran, right?"
Now the Austrian gang member was even more scared, because Brandi was right.
"You...how do you know?"
"Just a guess." Brandy replied casually.
"Impossible! My name is not that popular in this country!" Kieran collapsed slightly.
"Then you understand it as the mysterious power of the East." Brandy continued to play tricks on her.
Kieran soon lost the mood to care about this matter, because compared with his own life, such trivial details were not worth mentioning.
"Brother, where are you taking me?"
“A place you will fall in love with.”
"Brother, I really don't know anything about them. I'm just a handyman. Please let me go. I beg you."
"You can rest assured that our brothers are all very kind."
As we headed against the direction of the river, gradually, the eaves of the houses in Coulter Village appeared in our field of vision, getting closer and closer.
"Oh, no, God." Kieran was already desperate.
"Come on, let me meet my brothers." Brandi quickly dismounted and carried Kieran on his back.
"Please don't hurt me, please." Kieran could only plead.
"Oh, don't worry, as I said, they are all very friendly."
Dutch heard the noise outside, opened the door and asked, "You found that little bastard, right?"
"Yes, I caught him." Brandi placed Kieran on the snow, pulled out his hunting knife, and cut the rope binding Kieran's ankles.
"Welcome to your new home, sir, I hope you have a pleasant stay here." There was no welcome in Dutch's tone.
"Do you need me to pry his mouth open?" Brandy grabbed Kieran and asked.
"No," Dutch shook his head, "When he speaks now, he must be lying..." Then he shouted into the room: "Uncle, Bill, lock up this maggot and starve him for a few days.
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Dutch turned his attention to Kieran again: "Friend, as the saying goes, kill what you kill, save what you save, and raise what you raise. We will know what kind of person you are."
Suddenly, he shouted hysterically: "It's unbelievable! There is actually someone from the O'Drisco gang living in my camp."
"No, I'm not from O'Drisco, sir, I hate that guy!" Kieran tried his best to defend himself.
"Whatever you say, little brother," Dutch really wasn't in the mood to pay attention to him at the moment, "Well done, Brandy, for your first battle with the Van der Linde gang, you performed very well."
"I'm just glad I didn't cause you any trouble, boss." Brandi smiled modestly.
"Okay kid, I have to study whether that train is easy to grab," Dutch said with a smile, "As for you, it's time to relax."
"Thank you, boss." Brandy nodded and greeted Dutch. Suddenly he remembered something, turned around and shouted in the direction where uncle and Bill had carried Kieran away: "Uncle, Bill, remember to take the kid's hand
Loosen the rope, or his hand will become useless if it is tied for a while longer!" This chapter has been completed!