Late at night in Valentine, everything was quiet. Except for a few stray lights, all the lights were turned off. This was very unusual for a prosperous livestock town, but for a town that would soon be destroyed by gunfire and
For a town engulfed in smoke, the current state is not surprising.
Valentine, Smithfield Tavern.
In the dim room on the second floor, a figure suddenly sat up from the bed.
With a "click" sound, the bed light in the room was turned on. Brandy wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, her mind still a little confused.
After pouring himself a cup of strong black coffee and drinking it without hesitation, Brandi finally woke up a lot, but he still couldn't control himself from thinking about the dream he had just had.
He dreamed of a wolf.
It was a giant wolf that was almost as big as a half-grown bison. It was completely black and its eyes were gleaming green. It was cold and ruthless but also had a bit of natural wildness, which made people shudder.
Brandy rubbed her temples and thought: "There have been too many people killed recently? Why do you still have such a dream?"
He stood up from the bed, stretched his muscles, and thought: "Is it possible that there is a hidden setting of the so-called honor value in this reality? Then if I say hello to fishing, will the honor value still increase like in the game?
"
Although what Brandi is thinking about now is considered a serious matter, there is actually no point in thinking about it too much, because in the real world it is impossible to press the alt key to see the time and place honor value, so in the end Brandi can only think about it.
This dream is some kind of warning in the dark, and I have to encourage myself to do more good things in the future.
A cup of strong coffee dispelled Brandi's sleepiness. Even if he lay in bed, he would just stare until the sky turned white. So, he put on his clothes, took several of his portable guns, and left.
own house.
The Smithfield Tavern has now become a temporary residence, where some members of the Van der Linde gang, the police of Valentine Town, and some residents who have not left the town - of course, all men - live together.
, there were a group of old men smelling of alcohol lying on the wooden floor of the tavern, which made Brandi unable to move for a while.
He carefully stepped over the feet, arms and even heads of these men who were lying on the ground. The thunderous snores came one after another, which made his ears begin to hurt. The smell of sweat and alcohol coming from these rough men also made him feel uncomfortable.
It made him feel a little dizzy, and Brandy felt as if he had walked for a century on a road that usually took less than a minute to walk.
Finally, Brandy, who felt as if she had gone through nine or eighty-one hardships, walked to the door of the store, reached out and pushed open the door that was almost cut off from the fresh air.
Coincidentally, when Brandi opened the small door of the tavern, a rider on a gray and snow-spotted Appaloosa came with a light on his hand, it was Charles.
Ever since Brandy and Arthur pulled back a full load of high explosives last night, because they were not sure whether the enemy would attack in advance, the police and vigilantes from the Van der Linde Gang and Valentine began to patrol and investigate in shifts, and today
Later in the night it happened to be Charles' turn to play the role of scout.
"There are some new discoveries," Charles said, illuminating Brandi's face with a lamp. "I saw a suspicious camp near Fort Hill. I didn't dare to get close, so I came back first. Where is Dutch? I have to
Report the situation to him."
"Dutch should be enjoying the soft bed in the hotel right now," Brandi thought for a moment and said, "But I think you don't need to disturb Dutch's dream for such a small thing. You can go to the bistro.
Get Lenny and bring a few more Molotov cocktails there, I'll be there shortly."
"What do you want to do?" Charles asked with some confusion.
"Of course it's to give our enemies a little surprise." Brandi said confidently.
"Then you can translate for me what a surprise is." Charles asked.
"Oh, you call Lanny later, and I will translate for you two. Go quickly." Brandi urged.
In a few moments, three horses quickly crossed the railway track and galloped towards the place where Charles said.
"So, the two of you woke me up in the middle of the night in order to tire out and consume the enemy's tactics," said Lenny, who was riding on the back of a light-colored Palomino American horse. "But have you ever considered it?
, while we are tired of the enemy, we who are engaged in this work will also be tired?"
"I'm okay," said Charles, "because I was on duty at midnight, so I slept well in the morning."
"I woke up in the middle of the night and drank a large cup of strong coffee. I guess I won't be very sleepy until tomorrow night." Brandi said nonchalantly.
"Ha, so I'm the only one who got tricked, right?" Lenny complained angrily, "Speaking of which, Brandy, why do you have to let me and Charles go with you instead of bringing more people?"
"Our gang has always used less to fight more. What's more, according to Charles' description, there are probably less than twenty people in this pioneer camp. Even if you stretch your hips a little, the three of us are enough to take over there." Bu Bu.
Randy explained.
"What do you mean I stretched my crotch? Where did I stretch my crotch?" Lenny argued a little unconvinced.
"Oh, admit it, Lenny. Not to mention that Hosea originally trained you as his successor. Just looking at your combat ability, you really are not ranked high in the gang." Bran
Dee said without mercy.
Lenny retorted: "That's because you've never seen a real guy with a crotch. There was an Irishman in our gang who was about the same age as you and me. He has nothing but a good mouth."
"Oh? Where is he now?" Brandy asked.
"He was caught," Charles said. "When we were in Blackwater Town, that kid was too reckless. I often felt that it was a mistake to let that kid participate in combat missions, but every time there was an action, he was always the most active.
Well, no matter what, after the matter here is completely over, we must find a way to save him."
"That's right," Lenny agreed, "we never give up on any of our companions."
“It’s such a touching team spirit, I almost cried,” Brandi joked, “But let’s go back to the previous topic, Lenny, didn’t you ask me why I only called you and Charles?
?In addition to the reason I mentioned before, there is another reason."
"Oh? Tell me." Lenny said.
"Because you two can become invisible at night."
After a brief silence, Lenny said angrily: "How did you, a person with a body temperature of 96 degrees Fahrenheit, tell such a cold joke?"
"The people who tell me such cold jokes and still live well are basically people from our gang, but those people have also received one or two punches from me more or less," Charles said expressionlessly, "In short,
You should be more careful in the future and be cautious in your words and deeds, Brandy."
"Okay, okay, I remember." Brandy said this, but she was actually holding back her laughter until her ribs almost exploded.
At the foot of Bastion Mountain, there is a simple campsite.
The camp was not big at all, with just a dozen tents and a few campfires. Except for those on guard duty, some of the people in the camp had already fallen asleep, but most of them were still drinking, playing the piano, singing, and swearing.
This seems to be a fixed program of planned large-scale gun battles in the Wild West. There will be a carnival before and after the war. It is quite Viking style, but it is also a pure wild flavor of the West.
Brandi put down the binoculars in his hand and said: "There are six people on patrol, and the rest should be inside the camp."
"That's easy," Charles said, having already taken off his bow and arrows from his back, "I'll go and kill the six people who are in the way first."
"Hey, don't worry," Brandi stretched out her hand to hold down Charles' eager hand, and said, "If you kill those guys quietly, wouldn't it be able to tire out the enemy?"
"You mean, the louder the noise, the better?" Lanny asked.
Brandi nodded and said: "Yes, I guess there must be more than this camp nearby, so the bigger the noise we make, the better, and the faster we move, the better. You two come here, let's do this..."
At the exit of the camp facing the direction of Valentine, there are two people responsible for night patrol.
Judging from their attire, it is not obvious that they belong to the same group, because one of them is wearing a green scarf, looking like a sloppy cowboy, and the other is wearing a strange white robe, which looks like pajamas and robes.
It is true that they originally belonged to different forces, but now they have united for some reason, or to be precise, a certain person.
"When will your main force arrive?" the slovenly cowboy belonging to the O'Drisco Gang asked. Although the two of them were still not familiar with each other, they could still have a normal conversation.
"Tomorrow morning, Lord Allen will lead our most elite brothers and sisters to this place." The man in white robes who belongs to the "Seventh Generation" sect replied expressionlessly.
"As expected of a religious group, they are really fastidious," the slovenly cowboy praised, and then sighed, "Oh, it's such a pity that town, such a good place, it's a pity that it will be gone tomorrow."
"Anyone who dares to disobey the sacred order will be burned by the fire of judgment to wash away his sins." The man in white robe looked pious and holy.
The sloppy cowboy said impatiently: "Ah, yes, yes, what kind of trial, what kind of sin, whatever you want to say, don't expect me to understand anyway."
"Speaking of which, our allies," the man in the white robe looked at the slovenly cowboy with emotionless eyes and said, "We have never seen your large army from the beginning to the end. Do you really plan to judge this town with us?
?Or do you just want to use our power?"
"Of course I want to cooperate with you. Our boss should have made it very clear to your boss," the sloppy cowboy said with a smirk on his lips. "You can rest assured, my friend, our large army will definitely not be here tomorrow."
Miss this wonderful performance, and our arrangement will definitely become the highlight of this performance."
The man in white robe looked a little confused, but at least he understood what the sloppy cowboy meant, so he turned his head and stopped talking.
At this time, a gunshot that seemed to come from the sky cut through the silence of the night. A bullet containing terrifying kinetic energy penetrated the head of the man in white robe. The human blood bursting out of his skull covered the white man two or three meters behind him.
The tent was stained with a bright red color, and he took a step back unconsciously because of the shot, and finally fell to the ground softly.
The sloppy cowboy was frightened for a moment, and then immediately shouted in a rough voice: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Get your weapons!"
The camp, which was originally full of laughter and laughter, fell into a deathly silence at first because of this shout, and then began to boil like boiling oil in a pot.
Strange figures in white or yellow robes shouted words or sentences that others could not understand, while grabbing the guns at hand and running towards their fallen comrades, while the slovenly cowboys who accounted for only a small number in the camp took out their guns.
He took out his pistol and looked around at the surrounding situation.
But no matter whether it was the cultists who were shot like chickens or the gangsters who were as cunning as wild wolves, they found nothing unusual. Because it was dark, no one could even capture the direction of the projectile.
However, they soon knew what they were going to face.
Just as they were looking for the shooter, a rough and high-pitched war cry suddenly came from behind. Although they could not identify the specific ethnic group, they were sure that it was the war cry of the Indians.
They turned their heads in unison and saw two flames approaching them quickly behind them.
"Haha, come and warm yourself up, you bastards!" A young black man riding a fast horse shouted while throwing the Molotov cocktail in his hand high.
The Molotov cocktail filled with strong liquor drew a graceful arc in the air like a meteor, smashed onto the land full of gravel and weeds, and immediately burst into flames.
The crowd immediately panicked, and the rapidly spreading flames awakened their most primitive fear of living creatures. In panic, they began to run around the camp, trying to find something to extinguish the fire, but the only thing in the camp was alcohol that would make the fire more difficult to control.
It was a liquid, and immediately after, another Molotov cocktail was thrown at the crowd and several companions who were immediately turned into pyromen by the flames brought this panic to a new climax.
The flames are getting stronger and stronger, with the potential to start a prairie fire, but the person who started it all has already gone away.
"It's so cool, Brandy," Lenny shouted excitedly, "Did you see it? Oh, I don't think you saw it, but you really should have seen the looks on those guys' faces!"
"It's a shame I didn't see it, Lenny," Brandi said with a smile, "but I think we'll definitely have a chance to see the same expression tonight."
"That's right," said Charles, "since one has been discovered, there must be a second and a third."
"So, before they come to visit us tomorrow, we have to do our best to be landlords," Brandi shouted, "speed up! Guys! Let's give the guests from afar a welcome gift!"
As a result, the forests, grasslands, and even lonely houses around Valentine were one after another flooded by fire. Looking down from the sky, they looked like bright stars. This chapter has been completed!