Chapter 294 People outside the two worlds [4000 chapters]
Under the stars and moon, a horse moves forward on an empty mountain.
The two-day journey is just an inconspicuous moment in the vast Gobi desert, but it becomes extremely difficult for travelers who are eager to return. However, no matter how far the journey is, it will eventually have an end.
Looking at the gradually lush trees and moist air, Sorayama Yiye perked up and wiped his beard and hair that were stained gray by the wind and sand and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Will he be regarded as such by his Indian friends when he goes back? robber?
The Samurai Kosode sewn by Zonai himself was replaced by Tuco after his first successful cooperation. Now he is dressed the same as those Texas cowboys: wearing a wide-brimmed felt hat and a brown plaid shirt. The deerskin vest, the assembleable magic gun slung around the waist, the leather trousers that tightly wrapped the buttocks, and the mid-calf leather boots with steel spurs on the heels...
If the long knife on the back were replaced by a rifle, even if that guy Higu stood in front of him, he might not be able to recognize him.
You can change your attire at will, but what if you wrap your whole body in flour and turn it white? After all, this world does not belong to you, and you are not willing to integrate into this world.
This time, I will give all the captured guns and horses to the Cheyenne tribe, and help them hunt a few more large prey, so I can leave here completely and complete the plan to collect funds.
"Forget it, there's no need to hurry, let's organize it first." Sorayama Kazuyo thought.
Rivers in the Gobi are not common, but because they are close to the activity range of the Cheyenne tribe, there is still a stream branching off from the mountains in Kongshan Yiye's memory nearby. He shakes the reins and walks in the direction of the memory, and at the same time I closed my eyes and felt it carefully, and heard the slight sound of running water.
The streams in the Gobi can be said to be as precious as gold. Even a well-trained horse can't help but trot and want to take a drink, but Sorayama Kazuyo feels an indescribable annoyance lingering in his chest.
"Huh? This feeling?" Ichiyo Kuyama held the stream in his hand. The closer he got to his mouth, the stronger the ominous premonition became. He opened his fingers and let the stream flow down. He slowly straightened his body and raised his perception to the extreme. But no matter his keenest hearing or the end of his sight, he didn't find anything threatening him, not even the slightest premonition appeared.
For warriors who have cultivated to the level of Sorayama Ichiyo, they will always more or less awaken the instinct for danger. Unless they face opponents of the same level, unless the warrior himself is seriously injured, there are almost no warriors at this level. Those who are attacked to death, even if it is a long-range weapon, as long as the operator is a human, it will always have its own will attached to it, which can be sensed in advance.
No matter how inexplicable it is, Kazuyo Sorayama will not ignore this warning.
His face was solemn, his attention returned to the clear stream, and he drank a handful of water from the stream again. His hands were as steady as a water cup, without any shaking. Under the moonlight, his thin, gray face was reflected in the calm water surface. Slowly, slowly approaching, the nose tips of the two worlds seem to be just a hair apart...
"Pa!" The face in the water became shattered as the water droplets scattered. Ichiyo Kuyama clenched his hands with a subtle tremor - it was the smell of blood!
Looking upstream along the creek, the outline of the mountains looked extremely gloomy and depressing in the night.
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"Report to Major, the Indians sleep like stupid pigs, and the several defense locations are full of drunkards. I am sure that I can defeat this group of red feudal lords with a single charge." A young officer with freckles on his face said excitedly.
He whispered: "Major, your plan is really, really beautiful." Apparently this officer's vocabulary was not enough to support his reverence.
Officer Freckles had reason to be happy, because as an insider and participant in the entire plan, he knew that the most important figure in the plan, Algren, who was responsible for negotiating and making friends with the Indians, was completely kept in the dark.
In other words, my status in the heart of my immediate boss is higher than that of the Army star.
Algren's gloomy eyes lingered on this man's face, as if he sensed the hostility of his comrades. The officer smiled and walked over, and said with an obvious sarcasm in his tone: "Look, our great writer Ou
Is Mr. Glenn thinking about a new chapter again? This is not the salon of the wives of wealthy businessmen in Houston. No one appreciates melancholy poets, and no one secretly hands you a fragrant handkerchief."
"Please call me sir, Second Lieutenant Jim." Algren responded coldly. Upon hearing this, the huge Sergeant Gant immediately pushed the freckled Second Lieutenant aside. He knew his partner's current state and was very afraid of it.
In a moment, he would throw out a heavy punch and smash the second lieutenant's cheek.
Although he was happy to see this scene, it would be very bad if it happened in front of his immediate boss, especially at a critical moment when he was performing a military mission.
He glanced at Major Bagley secretly, and saw that there was no expression on the other man's face. Then he took a breath, walked to Algren and reminded him in a low voice: "Captain, sooner or later, I will kill the bastard Freckles Jim."
, but not at a time like this."
Algren nodded, indicating that he was still calm, then pushed away the triumphant Jim, walked to Bagley and stood at attention: "Major, as an upright soldier, I do not agree with your plan!"
More than a hundred soldiers hidden in the forest all looked at the faces of these two, who could be said to be the highest officers of the company, with some confusion and indifference, but most of them were ridiculed.
Bagley suddenly turned his head and looked at young Algren fiercely.
This major is like the most standard officer of this era, with a straight uniform, meticulously combed brown hair, and two beautiful beards under his huge aquiline nose, paired with a slightly raised goatee, making him look...
More like a politician on Capitol Hill, if it weren't for those inverted triangular eyes that ruined the harmony, he could definitely be called a civilized gentleman.
"I don't need you to teach me how to fight, Captain!" Major Bagley growled in a low voice: "Listen, put away your useless pity. What we are facing is not a man, but a beast. You
Will you face them in a duel with guns while hunting wild beasts?"
A burst of deep laughter came, and the soldiers looked at this rare aspect with great interest. If they were not performing an ambush mission, they would even be unable to help but put their fingers in their mouths and blow a loud cowboy whistle.
Algren frowned and responded without fear: "They are people, not beasts, sir." Without waiting for Bagley to reprimand him, he then said: "They have the same language and culture as us, and they can make
Tools even create music. Even if we can't live in peace with them, we still need the president to sign a declaration of war and the state government to authorize military action before we can launch military operations. Otherwise, what is the difference between us and the bandits in the west? No, not even as good as those bandits, we behave like this
He is a despicable executioner!"
Major Bagley was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed violently in a low voice. However, the onlookers stepped back in unison. Bagley and the others had seen Bagley in this state more than once. The most important thing was that there were people there every time.
Lose your life - whether it's your enemy or one of your own.
"Can I think you are insulting me, my dear Captain Algren, recipient of the Continental Army Badge, hero of the 7th Cavalry Brigade, famous military writer, window into young women?" Major Bagley slowly took out his pistol and spoke slowly.
Said, "I remembered a story circulated in our family. My great-grandfather once served in Algeria. By the way, at that time he was just a small viscount among the many nobles in France." Bagley said without leaving a trace.
He puffed out his chest and adjusted his tone, as if he would not be able to face Algren otherwise.
"But the same thing is that he was leading a team of less than 200 people at the time, and a junior officer also contradicted him face to face in the battle to exterminate the black ghost tribe. Do you know what he did at that time?"
Bagley shook his head, seeming to be sighing and looking forward to it: "He did not order the guards to take the officer down and shoot him. Instead, he took off his deerskin gloves and threw them at the opponent's feet. He said, 'I will decide the time and place.
Now, right here, the weapon is yours to decide.’ Then, in front of two hundred referees, the opponent’s head was blown open fairly and justly.”
Bagley continued to nod affirmatively and said: "Although our distant European relatives often behave like pussies, in terms of duel etiquette, they are indeed worth learning. Captain, time and place..."
Algren looked at Bagley's face that was still chattering, and suddenly wanted to see an extra bullet hole in it, even if the consequence was to be shot after being court-martialed - which was almost certain.
For him, who was responsible for the entire peaceful exchanges with the Indians, this military operation destroyed not only the lives of those poor people, but also his own personality and honor! For an upright soldier, even far
More important than life.
Being deceived, ridiculed, jealous, not trusted by his superiors, not understood by his comrades, and the cruel ending of the Indians can be clearly predicted... everything is telling him: die here, or kill the person who caused all this.
People are the best choice.
Even in the deepest part of his heart, he vaguely felt that if the sound of gunshots could wake up the Indians to take precautions, the outcome would be more satisfying to him.
Algren took off his military cap, buckled off his epaulettes, took off his sword, and put his fingers on the handle of the gun: "Colonel Bagley, I agree..."
When he continued to speak, Sergeant Gant threw him to the ground.
"Major, Captain, he is drunk. You know, we don't understand the plan of this operation, so we drank too much brandy with the girls in the town last night, and we are not completely sober yet." Gant looked at him with a naive smile.
Holding Bagley, he covered Algren's mouth at the same time, and his huge body covered the opponent's body and pressed him tightly.
The gun in Bagley's hand was not inserted into the holster. He changed from the gentleman's emphasis when talking to Algren and rudely cursed: "Gant, you son of a pig! You know how to disturb a gentleman's duel?"
What are the consequences? Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on in your shit-filled brain, get out of here!”
Gant's face changed drastically, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and said with a smile: "Sir, you are our greatest military leader, don't you want to attack the Indians secretly? Although they are far away, the sound of gunfire may make them alert.
By then our brothers will inevitably suffer more casualties."
Bagley stroked his beard and seemed a little regretful, but considering that there was no room for failure in this battle, he put away his pistol, pointed at the two men and said: "Guards, disarm them and keep an eye on them. From now on, they have already
They are criminals who have violated military discipline and will be placed in solitary confinement after the battle."
Looking at Algren who wanted to bite him alive, the major showed a hearty smile: "It doesn't matter if these two people don't want to share the credit. Soldiers, there is no need to hand over any seizures in this battle. I will still
Apply to the government and the Chamber of Commerce to increase combat bonuses, so that the girls in Horseshoe Town will reward you well on my behalf."
The morale of the soldiers reached its peak at the moment when the soldiers were encouraged. Legal robbery was the most enjoyable these days! As for the life and death of those Indians? The officer was right, they were just beasts with human appearance.
After all, it is said that the great founding father, President Washington, also had superb skills in scalping Indians, and President Lincoln also collected a pair of boots made of Indian skin. That is to say, someone as loving as Algren would be bored enough to want to be their equal.
trade.
Major Bagley rode his horse, looked at Algren condescendingly and said: "Boy, I am the supreme leader of this team. Even if many big shots in the army admire you, I will definitely kick you out of the Seventh Cavalry.
Brigade. Oh, by the way, I should actually apply for a medal for you, the scalps of your friends from the Red Domain are very important, hahahahaha!"
Algren gritted his teeth tightly, the big tendons in his neck stretched like steel bars, and the collar buckle suddenly broke. This force shook the bear-like strong Sergeant Gant away.
But before he could finish the word starting with F in his mouth, the muzzle of a Winchester rifle was pressed against his head. The freckled second lieutenant riding on the horse said with a smile: "Captain, you know I'm always happy to
Put a bullet into your head, the good news is, if you go forward, not only will I not be shot but I will be promoted. You see, the world is so wonderful."
Gant rushed forward again, hugged his friend tightly, forced him onto the horse, and begged in a low voice: "Captain, it's not worth it for those red lords. When I come back from this mission, I will invite the most powerful people in the entire west."
The gunman shot Freckles, that bastard."
Algren struggled to move away, panting heavily, and finally helplessly closed his eyes to seal himself, as if he didn't want to see anyone in the world anymore... But a low roar from Major Bagley came to his ears,
Proving that his ostrich behavior is just wishful thinking——
"Go out and kill all those red-skinned four-legged beasts, leaving no one behind!"