Jack Martin shook his hat vigorously and returned to the valley cliff. David immediately went out to meet him.
"Why are you so panicked? Jack! What did you do?"
"Teacher Victor!" Jack was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and handed the reins to Victor: "I killed a lot of bandits! So many, so many!"
Victor was quite surprised: "Are you alone?"
Jack was trembling all over. He couldn't believe that he could accomplish such a feat by himself——
"——Yes! It only takes sixteen minutes! With courage and wisdom! You can crush evil!"
Wen Bucai remained silent, took away Jack Martin's reins, then got on the horse, tried the saddle size, and stroked the horse's neck to find out the beast's temper.
Victor: "Do you have a gun?"
Jack was speechless. He only got back a gun with three bullets left.
Mr. Keogh was mumbling as the Indian took the horse and defended Jack: "That's enough. This is exactly what the prophecy showed - all the necessary items have been gathered."
"I don't understand, what on earth is this guy talking about?" Wen Bucai complained: "How about giving him a sum of money? Send this savior away? I never like to owe favors."
"Let's go." Victor ignored Wen Bucai.
Jack Martin handed the firearm to Wen Bucai and vowed -
"——You can do it! Vincent! If it were you! You can definitely do it! I only have the first shot that is more accurate..."
"Is anyone listening to me?!" Wen Bucai looked innocent, then shrugged and said, "Oh my god! We are talking to ourselves again."
He rotated the cylinder to correct this cavalry pistol, which was tuned by Stuart officers and produced by Remington Company. It was obvious that its previous owner had some astigmatism, the gun's aim was off to the left, and his shooting habits were bad to the bone.
Went.
The alcoholic maniac gently tapped and prodded the front sight of the revolver, and knocked the soft copper nail back into place.
Wen Bucai wanted to shoot and test the ballistics, but he had to waste a bullet to determine the shooting consistency.
"We only have the last three bullets left!" Jack quickly shouted to stop.
"Not doing this would be a waste of bullets." Wen Bucai patiently explained: "This is a necessary sacrifice."
Hearing these words, Victor suddenly raised his head——
——In the smoke mirror, he also saw this scene. It was the scene where Vincent aimed the gun and fired the first useless bullet.
"Bang!--"
The sound of gunfire caused the horses to run in all directions, and the team of four suddenly dispersed. Horses neighed all over the valley.
Jack Martin, who was closest to the rainforest, suddenly felt a creepy feeling - he reluctantly grabbed the reins and tried to lean towards Vincent.
From the direction of the temple ruins, there was an earth-shaking roar!
Amid the campfires in the Perfume Bottle Bandits' camp, thick smoke from the remains of firearms still floated into the sky.
More intense and dazzling fire light shot out from the scaffolding on the fourth floor of the temple!
That's an iron cannon! A six-pounder! A Napoleonic cannon from France!
It flew through the mountains and forests, flew 780 feet away, and flew into the tidal flat!
There were countless flying sand and rocks, and the rock fragments cut off a layer of flesh on Victor's shoulder!
At the same time, the big leader had just put down his telescope, occupied the high ground view, and was sure that Jack Martin was not injured. He was ready to continue firing and firing——
——He is already alone with no helpers. The stupid slaves don't know how to use such a powerful weapon.
He used the power of his soul to separate the gun barrel from the gun mount, clean out the remaining gunpowder residue, and fill it up again.
Turning the gun slightly, the next target of the big boss is David Victor.
"Damn Austrian bitch..."
"I give you the most precious gift! I give you the power of arrows!"
"But you treat me like this! Victor! You betrayed my heart!"
The cannonball flew through the jungle, shattering tree trunks, and landed next to Victor's little brown pony at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!
Victor didn't react at all. The Big Boss was reloading the gunpowder so fast! With [Death Knell] coming to help, he didn't need to open the barrel. He just had to open the barrel to fill the gunpowder, then close it hastily, and he could click it immediately.
One shot.
The fragments exploded by the shelling shattered the horse's head. Victor felt like he had been hit by a siege hammer. He fell upside down into the river beach and soaked in the warm stream. He could not feel the pain for a while, until
A severed arm slowly flowed away with the river.
He couldn't hear any sounds, as if his brain had stopped working and the pain had disappeared.
There were many pieces of meat floating into the distance along with the severed arm, and he couldn't tell whether it belonged to the horse or his own.
"Victor! Victor! Victor!!"
Wen Bucai picked him up, and he finally realized the pain. The Oriental man grabbed his hair and forcibly lifted him into the air.
A piece of rotten flesh slowly slid down from half of his torso, and he was almost turned into a human salad by flying sandstone shards.
"Well..."
There were sobs coming from his throat, and Victor could not speak. It seemed that the decisive battle had already begun, but the brothers were not aware of the potential danger for a long time.
Wen Bucai hugged Victor's body and ran towards the canyon! He just wanted to avoid the artillery fire from the high point of the temple deep in the rainforest. This kind of weapon was too terrifying! In this wild west, this kind of thing is like the weapon of the gods.
roar!
Firearms erase the gap between wizards and mortals, and cannons can also crush evil spirits!
The Remington in his hand can only shoot eighty feet at most, and there is no guarantee that it will hit the head! Even if he can find a rifle, it will never be a match for this six-pounder - he can't compete with the cannon.
Target!
There is no doubt that in this environment of being passively beaten, the big boss is stronger!
The horse rushed into the canyon, and Victor in Wen Bucai's arms kept vomiting blood, and his life seemed to be hanging by a thread!
"Victor! Is Jack coming with you?!"
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But if we look back now, we will continue to face the bombardment from the big boss!
Victor lowered his head and saw his blood flowing along the red rocks of the valley——
"——Can keep up..."
He tried his best to squeeze these words out of his throat.
"Following the blood stains...can...certainly can..."
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[Part2·Primitive Society]
Cross the rocks and climb the slope, then walk another 400 feet into the canyon's messy side roads.
Mr. Keogh and Mr. Jack caught up with their horses and whips, and exchanged positions with each other. The reliable Indian uncle threw a bottle of White Lady's solvent. Wen Bucai reached out to take it, but was hit by a ruthless rifle bullet.
Shredded!
"He's coming! He's coming so fast?!" Wen Bucai exclaimed.
Coming from a hundred and fourteen feet away, from the dangerous cliff above the river valley, the white horse carried its owner and the big boss in a frantic pursuit of these trapped beasts.
He possesses all the excellent qualities of Jack Martin, including the marksmanship and martial arts skills of a lord who is a descendant of a gun-making family, hunting skills and Patton stick skills, as well as willpower far beyond ordinary people, and excellent equestrian skills.
Crossing the river valley again and again, flying into the air again and again, he was always like a lingering shadow, raising the Schneider rifle, just like the god of death constantly waving the scythe.
"Vincent! I want you to surrender! Otherwise Victor will die!" The big boss still wants to do business, and he wants to make terms: "This despicable and shameless incarnation killed my cadre! I need help! Like before! Like
Same as before!"
"You work for me! I'll give you a reward!"
The Schneider rifle began to show its power, just like the scene in Jack's fantasy.
Accurate shooting from a hundred feet away, this live-door rifle has a rate of fire that far exceeds the times. Its successor later had a more famous name, Ying Qiqi.
Bullets kept hitting Vincent's soul power! Using high and low, in just one minute, the big boss fired sixty-four rifle bullets! Maybe in the eyes of modern people, this is nothing, but two hundred years ago,
In a lawless place, this is almost a miracle!
The drunkard beat him so hard that he lowered his head frequently, and Vincent didn't dare to fight back! If he wanted to protect Victor, he had to swallow his anger and shoot at the target above his head from this distance? He simply couldn't do it with the scrap metal in his hand!
A suffocating minute, a desperate minute.
The bullet made a sharp whistle as it passed by. Jack Martin could only watch helplessly, watching Teacher Victor getting weaker and weaker.
The moment the potion bottle was broken, Wen Bucai could still catch some sticky insect juice. He had no free hands, so he could only stuff his fingers into Victor's mouth - although it was a bit strange to say this at this time, but Victor
When I was struggling to death, I licked the liquid on my fingers, and the atmosphere became tense and ambiguous...
"Finger! Yes! Finger!" Jack Martin finally came to his senses. He pulled out the saddle's hunting knife and swung it at his right index finger!
The other half of [Deathstroke] is still blocking it! It seems that this haunting evil spirit will not allow Jack to kill himself!
The flexible yet hard pendulum and steel wire trapped Jack. The blade hit his index finger and immediately collapsed. This greedy and fearful soul almost drove Jack crazy!
"My soul power! What on earth are you doing!"
Keopup drew his bow and arrow and pointed it straight at the sky. However, through the rocks of the canyon, it was difficult for him to aim at the white horse devil who was looming and appearing at that time! The big boss was very smart, and his spearmanship and equestrian skills took full advantage of the high ground.
...
"Jack! Only you can do it! Only you!" Mr. Keogh simply retracted his bow and arrow, ready to hand over a bottle of medicine at any time.
"[Kneller·Death Knell]! Listen to me! Listen to me!"
The suspension wire and the pendulum of the clock suddenly changed their positions and turned into a sharp cutting knife. It gnawed open Jack Martin's flesh and completely cut off the index finger! It also took away part of the flesh and blood from the tiger's mouth!
Almost at the same time, the big head probe's precise aiming posture was disturbed.
Under the mask was a look of shock and panic, and the finger left in the trigger box turned into a pile of minced meat!
"idiot..."
"Shameful! Damnable! Inexcusable bitch!"
"Jack Martin!"
He screamed in pain, and the severe pain caused by the broken index finger drove him crazy.
Jack Martin was shaking all over in pain. He could barely tighten his grip on the horse's belly. The life-threatening sound of Schneider's rifle finally stopped for a while!
"Victor! Victor! Victor!"
Mrs. White's products spilled from Mr. Keogh's palm onto Victor's body - the great writer's tattered body also began to heal slowly, but it was too slow! It was too slow! Compared to the panacea two hundred years later, at least
It would take more than ten minutes to heal from such horrific shelling injuries. Victor lost an arm, and his stomach and right chest and lungs had nearly a hundred wounds from fragments, and his thighs were bleeding all the time.
But they are not the only ones who possess this kind of insect juice. They are not the only ones.
Jack Martin only felt itchy on his palm, and a new brown phalange gradually spread from the broken finger injury!
It came so fast! Compared to Victor's injury, it seemed to heal in no time!
Jack Martin screamed: "He's going to shoot again! Vincent! Watch out!"
Saying this, little Jack wanted to poke his eyes and destroy his eyesight without thinking, but [Kneller·Death Knell] grabbed his arm tightly and would not let his body do anything that would endanger his life.
Maybe losing one or two fingers is nothing, but the act of blinding one's eyes always has a deep fear in the depths of Jack's soul. This is an instinct he cannot overcome - just like when encountering a strong light, people will involuntarily
Cover your eyes.
He racked his brains and couldn't think of a way! Should he continue to cut his fingers? Maybe he could succeed once or twice, but after experiencing this severe pain, [Kneller·Death Knell] also began to betray him! This bloody palm refused to say anything.
Listen, no fool has to cut off his fingers to survive!
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"Bang!--"
The bullets were originally flying towards Vincent, and the drunkard was fully prepared! He was going to deal with the next round of shooting!
But when it flew in, it split into two halves! The strange ballistic changes caught Vincent off guard!
The powerful rifle bullet fragments bypassed the black horse rider, half of them hit Keopup's thigh, and the other half shattered the head of Jack Martin's good horse!
These two warheads produced a perfect [V]-shaped ray, leaving traces of animal and human blood in the air. In almost the blink of an eye, Jack fell off his horse and almost hit a rock!
He was covered in wounds, but he felt a strange numbness coming from the wounds.
The big leader held Madam Bai's medicine bottle in his mouth, almost drinking the medicine while firing. He was about to approach the buffalo slope. In the next section of the road, Wen Bu could not reach the same shooting height! They would be approaching parallel...
Before that, this 18-year-old demon with rich fighting experience must be fully prepared.
"Kacha!——"
His left forearm suddenly dropped, suffering a fracture and hidden injury caused by the incarnation of Jack Martin. He felt extremely painful, tears fell from his mask, and the tears slid down his chin along with the sweat.
He forcibly straightened the forearm holding the gun and recalibrated the gun line. Only to find that the newly grown right index finger was broken again!
"Jack! Jack Martin! A man who is greedy for life and afraid of death! You should listen to the guidance of your soul! You must accept your fate!"
Jack was paralyzed among the rocks, with almost no good flesh on his body. His face was covered in blood, but he was still screaming.
Before the yellowed fingers had time to cover the skin, a sharp piece of rock smashed them all together!
Not only that, he also wanted to target the wrist! He wanted to cripple the right hand that shoots and kills! He wanted to cut open the tendons! Completely extinguish the gunpowder in the Schneider rifle! This gun is so powerful! It’s so scary!
[Death Knell]'s spiritual thread tightly wrapped around the index finger. It wanted to wrap around and block Jack Martin's arm, and wanted to cut into pieces the sharp rock knife, but it couldn't stop it - it wasn't that Jack's will to survive was too weak.
But the will to fight prevailed.
"I can't even protect myself! But I want to protect my friends!"