The Sheriff's desk has now been moved to the center of the office. There is a detailed map of Valentine Town spread on the table. Sheriff Malloy and Hosea are surrounding the map, one at a loss and the other at a loss.
Something to think about.
At this time, Dutch pushed open the door of the Sheriff's Office, followed closely by Brandi.
When Sheriff Malloy saw Dutch and Brandy, he felt like he had seen a savior. He walked over quickly, shook Dutch and Brandy's hands, and said, "You are finally here. It's great.
I'm really at my wits' end now, even Mr. Matthews can't think of a suitable solution."
"Don't worry, Mr. Sheriff, all problems will be solved," Dutch said pleasantly, "Now, Mr. Matthews, tell us what problems we need to face now."
"I have to say frankly that there are many problems we need to face, Mr. McIntosh," Hosea said seriously, "but one of the more important problems now is that we do not have enough time to deploy a sufficient amount of equipment."
Fortifications, if sufficient defenses are not set up, then the enemy will break through our line of fire at an extremely fast speed and enter the town. According to the current comparison of the number of enemies and ourselves, if there is no way to effectively kill before the street battle
With the enemy's effective strength, we will be in an extremely unfavorable situation, and even if all the townspeople have been mobilized and worked overtime, we will not be able to build effective defenses in a short period of time. On this issue, I and I
Mr. Sheriff can’t think of a better way at the moment.”
"Emmm, this is indeed a problem," Dutch pondered, "Is there any low-tech but practical and effective fortification?"
"It's precisely because we don't have one that we are having trouble with this issue." Chief Malloy said with a frown.
Brandy said: "Then it's better not to have any fortifications."
Hosea raised his eyebrows and asked, "Tell me what you think."
"Now that we are short on time and have heavy tasks, there is no need to add more burdens to ourselves. Instead of thinking about building those defenses, it is better to build more things that can effectively kill the enemy, such as incendiary bottles, explosives and the like." Brandi said.
"It's not that we haven't thought about this," Hosea said, "Molotov cocktails are easy to say. Mr. Sheriff has asked his men to urge the townspeople to step up their production, but there is really no way to get explosives now, and we don't have the right equipment."
It is made of materials, and the explosives made by local methods are not powerful enough at all. If the enemy is riding a fast horse, a single leap from the horse will make us return without success."
Brandy nodded thoughtfully. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. He said to the three people present: "I have a way to get explosives. You don't have to worry about this. I'll take care of it."
After finishing, he turned around and left in a hurry.
Dutch, Hosea, and Sheriff Malloy looked at each other, wondering what Brandi was going to do. However, Dutch changed his mind the quickest and said, "Since Mr. Munny said so, we believe it."
He must be able to handle this matter. By the way, when it comes to strengthening defense with weapons, I have some ideas..."
In Keene's tavern, Arthur, who had nothing to do, was enjoying the high-end private wine stored in the tavern. Suddenly, Brandy's head poked in from the gap above the tavern door and said: "Arthur, come here, I need it."
Your help."
"Hey, brat, can't you just let me calm down for a while?" Arthur said impatiently as he drank the full-bodied wine in the cup.
Brandy said angrily: "Besides teaching a bunch of rookies how to use guns without using them like fire sticks, what else did you do today? Come on, if this thing happens, we will fight in this war
You will be more confident in winning it.”
"I have a saying, the word war is really a bit inappropriate when used for what we are about to face." Arthur took a deep gulp of wine, knocked the bottle heavily on the bar, and said, "
Well, I want to see what crooked idea you have this time."
The two of them got together, each called their horses, and rode towards the Valentine train station.
"Why are you still riding a horse? Do you want to leave here?" Arthur was a little confused.
"If it can be done, that's probably the case. Just don't talk for a while and just leave everything to me," Brandy said, turning her head and looking at the white and beautiful horse under Arthur's crotch, and asked, "
I wanted to ask you before, where did you get this horse?"
As soon as he mentioned this, the corners of Arthur's lips raised unconsciously: "She, after you left, I caught her near Lake Isabella where we hunted the legendary white buffalo. Now she is very close to me.
"As he spoke, he gently stroked the white horse's neck twice, and the horse neighed softly in cooperation.
Brandy looked at the intimate interaction between Arthur and the beautiful white Arabian horse, and it would be a lie to say that she was not envious.
"When one day you are thrown off your back by her and thrown into pieces, you will know whether she is really interested in you or not." Brandi thought, half jealous, half complaining.
Valentine train station.
Ben Rosen was hurriedly packing all the belongings he had put here. At this moment, the door of the train station was suddenly opened, and he heard the sound of hurried but large footsteps, which seemed to belong to two men.
"Gentlemen, I'm really sorry. This site temporarily does not provide services related to train ticket sales and mail collection. Please at least..." Ben Rosen wanted to use professional language to persuade the visitors, but he inadvertently looked up.
But I saw a familiar face, "Mr. Billy? Why...?"
"Of course I need your help here, Ben," Brandy said with a smile, "What? Are you ready to leave?"
"Of course, there is still a stagecoach leaving from here today. I have to leave here before there is chaos here," Ben Rosen said embarrassedly, "I have to explain first that I am not a coward, just because
My family lives near Emerald Ranch, and I am not considered a member of this town, so there is no reason to stay here. I still have a wife and children at home. If I get crazy here, they will really have nothing to do.
I’m counting on it.”
"It doesn't matter, everyone has the freedom to make the choice they think is right," Brandi said, "but I may indeed delay your time for two minutes, because we do encounter difficulties. If you can provide some
Help, then when the storm here is over, you can continue to work on this platform."
"To be honest, I actually prefer not to work here. Rather than working on the platform in a small town, I would rather be transferred to work in a big city, where the working hours are shorter and the wages are higher," Ben Rosen babbled,
While taking out the notebook that recorded all the stagecoach information from the drawer, he asked, "However, I am still willing to help a good gentleman like you. What do you want to know?"
"Help me see if there are any carriages that transport explosives or something," Brandy said. "We have an urgent need."
"Let me see..." Ben Rosen looked at his notebook and said, "Ah, I found it. You are so lucky. There really is such a convoy. They are transporting explosives used to open mountains and mines. Yesterday morning
Departing from Lodz, the destination is Annesburg.”
Ben Rosen looked up at the wall clock on the wall, pulled off a piece of paper from another blank book, and began to write down the relevant information about this team. He said: "At this time, they
They will arrive at Emerald Ranch almost soon. According to the reservation plan, they will camp and rest near Emerald Ranch for one night and set off again early tomorrow morning. If you are interested, you can get there on horseback now. It should be too late."
"Thank you," Brandi took the note full of words, thrust a ten-dollar bill into Ben Rosen's hand, and said, "Send your address to Tacitus Keele.
Ge, I will send you the subsequent reward directly."
Ben Rosen smiled and said: "No need, Mr. Billy, your ten dollars is enough as my reward. Just think of it as my contribution to the defense of this town."
Brandi put away the note and gently held the brim of his hat to show respect and farewell. He said: "Thank you for your contribution to this town, Mr. Rosen. I wish you the bright future you long for."
"
Ben Rosen smiled and watched the two people leave, and said softly: "I hope you can do the same, Mr. Billy."
On the grassland in the heart of the earth, a giant black horse and a snow-white horse galloped rapidly.
"Who is our target this time?" Arthur asked.
"Mr. Leviticus Cornwall's convoy transporting mining explosives," Brandi took out the note and glanced at it, and said, "After discussion, we decided to abandon the time-consuming and labor-intensive defenses and instead use
Some more aggressive ways to kill the enemy more effectively. In this plan, explosives play the most important role, but they are also the most difficult thing to get. Fortunately, I have a way, otherwise it would be really difficult to fight this time.
We have to hurry, at least we can reach Emerald Ranch by dark."
"Or Leviticus? Cornish?" Arthur was a little surprised, and then joked, "To be honest, I feel a little pity for this big boss. We robbed a private train some time ago. It is said that we later escorted him
My daughter's private convoy was attacked by O'Drisco, and today we are going to rob his convoy transporting explosives. Even if it is a sheep's wool, it is not so good. You say, we must either change the target, or at least wait for the sheep to grow.
The hair keeps growing."
"No way, who made this big boss's business empire so huge?" Brandy said with a smile, "What's more, this fat sheep in Cornwall has a lot of hair. What we harvested is just
It’s just a scratch on the surface. I believe that Mr. Cornwall won’t be so petty. After all, we are here for justice this time.”
"It doesn't matter anything else. I'm just afraid that when the big boss starts to pursue the case, our backs may not be able to bear it." Arthur began to worry.
Brandi explained: "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. What you said are all things for later. What we have to do now is to find a way to beat fucking O'Drisco hard in Valentine!"
"You're right!" Arthur's worries were swept away by Brandi's words.
The two horses were like two lightning bolts, one black and one white, making two unique traces on the grassland dyed fiery red by the setting sun.
As night fell, a convoy slowly passed through Emerald Ranch, crossed the nearby railway line, and stopped in a dense forest not far from the train station.
It is said to be a convoy, but in fact there is only one carriage. This is a large carriage equipped with two strong draft horses. The body is painted with dark oil paint, and the words "Cornwall Coal Mining Industry" are written in gold letters on it.
The truck body is fully loaded, and the goods inside are neatly arranged. It is also covered with a dark coarse cloth, making it difficult for people to see what is actually inside, but the red word "Danger" on the coarse cloth is intimidating.
.
In addition to the two coachmen driving the carriage, they were also escorted by eight gunmen riding horses. In fact, according to the general configuration, sending four gunmen to escort a convoy of this size is already considered a top priority. However, recently, their
The boss, Mr. Cornwall, seems to be plagued by bad luck, and those who receive wages from Mr. Cornwall are also suffering. Out of caution, at this stage, it is reasonable to have twice as many guards as usual.
Ten people camped in the forest. They each found a place to rest, eat, and chat. They worked hard for half the night. When the moon first rose, the last bit of noise in the camp disappeared. Except for the two people who were responsible for patrolling in the first half of the night,
Everyone else had already fallen asleep at this time.
Soon, the last human footsteps in the camp disappeared, because the two patrolling guards had disappeared.
Arthur forcefully pulled the dagger out of the throat of the guard whose throat he had stabbed. His face and the chest area of his clothes were covered with fresh blood spurting out.
He threw the still warm body aside casually, glanced at Brandy who was also standing up not far away, and nodded. Brandy saw him and nodded in response to him.
After signaling each other, Arthur tiptoed to the back of the carriage. He peeled off the coarse cloth covering the goods. With a little moonlight revealed from the gaps in the trees, Arthur could see clearly the neatly stacked bags.
The words "High Explosives" were written on the cylindrical object, showing a satisfied smile.
After some careful work, Arthur finally adjusted the carriage filled with high explosives to the most suitable place and was ready to set off at any time.
But his companion, Brandy, who was also the initiator of this mission, has not yet appeared.
"Did something happen?" A trace of haze flashed through Arthur's mind. Although Brandy now seems to be a very experienced gunman, Arthur knows very well that he is just a pure shooter who has only been in the industry for more than a month.
They are just newcomers. Generally speaking, it would not be surprising for such a cute newcomer to have any problems.
With all kinds of thoughts in mind, Arthur blew a long whistle at the risk of being discovered. This was the secret code he and Brandi had agreed upon in advance.
Fortunately, after a while, another short whistle sounded. Arthur heard the sound and breathed a sigh of relief.
Not long after, Brandi ran out of the camp at a trot, climbed onto the carriage in two or three times, and said, "How is it? Is the goods correct?"
"You couldn't be more upright," Arthur responded with a smile, tilted his head subconsciously, and was surprised to find that Brandi next to him was covered in blood, and he was startled, "What the hell, what's going on with you?"
"What's going on?" Brandy was a little confused at first, then he noticed Arthur's gaze and smiled, "Ah, it's okay, these are other people's blood, I'm not hurt."
"Oh, that's good," Arthur breathed a sigh of relief at first, then seemed to realize something and said even more shocked, "So, while I was busy roping the horses and turning the carriage around, you were busy killing people in the camp?
"
"Yes, I didn't spare any of them, I wiped them all on their necks," Brandi said nonchalantly, "What? Is there any problem?"
"There's a problem, there's a big problem," Arthur couldn't help shouting. Then he realized something was wrong and spent a lot of effort to lower his voice, "Brandy, tell me the truth, are you really
Did you start killing people after you joined us more than a month ago?"
"Of course," Brandi replied, "Can this be true?"
Arthur looked Brandi up and down and said: "You don't look like a newcomer who has only been in the industry for more than a month, but you were clearly a rookie more than a month ago who couldn't even use a gun.
Where did you get such a murderous streak?"
"This...I can't tell, maybe there is a bit of bloodthirsty in my nature." Brandi didn't know how to answer, and he hesitated in his words.
"Speaking of which, my eldest cousin has killed 20,000 to 30,000 people online and offline. Is it possible that because he plays so many games, in this reality that highly overlaps with games, his subconscious concept of human life is also blurred?
Already?" Brandi couldn't help but reflect on herself.
"But if you think about it carefully, if you hadn't dealt with them, I would have woken them up long ago with my harnessing and turning around," Arthur sighed and said, "Anyway, don't kill like this indiscriminately in the future.
, even if you kill someone, you must have your own principles and bottom line, and you cannot take human life lightly. For people like us, only the principles in our hearts can restrain us from turning from a human being into a blood-devouring beast."
Brandy nodded and said, "I'll remember that. Thank you, Arthur."
"You don't need to thank me, kid," Arthur stopped looking at Brandi, just turned his eyes to the deep night sky that appeared in his eyes through the gaps in the trees, and said, "It's just a little advice from someone who has experienced it."
"This is what I will do in my life, but you are still young, boy. Since you have embarked on this path, you should think of more ways to make yourself bear less sin." Arthur thought to himself.
The carriage slowly drove out of the dense forest, crossed the railroad tracks, and headed towards the livestock town built on the northwest edge of the grassland.
The moon is at the top of the sky, and the night on the grassland is still as prosperous as the day. This chapter has been completed!