Chapter 299 I won't let him down [Thanks 3000 I did it too]
The tavern business became extremely sluggish due to the dispersal of the cavalry company. At noon, even the residents who were supposed to come for a drink were nowhere to be seen. Only the businessmen staying on the second floor were stealing between the tables away from the bar.
Whisper.
After all, all morning long, with the cooperation of the town police chief, the soldiers had been searching and questioning house to house. Under such circumstances, no one was in the mood to go out to drink and have fun.
"The damn murderer should go to hell as soon as possible." The tavern owner wiped the cup that seemed to never be dry with a towel over and over again, and kept uttering vicious curses in his mouth. The target was of course the bastard who affected his business and fortune.
With a "squeak" sound, the half-person-high hundred-leaf door was pushed open, and the tavern owner was refreshed and stepped forward with a smile.
The person who came was dressed in shabby and dirty clothes, with the brim of his hat pulled down very low, revealing only a messy beard stained by loess. He was holding a long stick wrapped in cloth. If it weren't for the pistol at his waist, the tavern owner would be slightly agitated.
It is not impossible to be afraid of being directly ridiculed by bad words.
The boss sneered and drooped his fat face. Poor guys dressed like this were everywhere in the West. They were either cowboys from some ranch or homeless people who came here with big dreams of getting rich. They thought they were good at shooting and had two lives at their disposal.
Can get ahead.
Often, the end result is either to be killed by the real gangsters and thrown into the wilderness, or to become a customer of the gallows on a wooden pole outside the town. The tavern owner is always too lazy to waste energy on such customers who have no consumption potential. He yawned and asked casually:
"What to drink, whiskey?"
The down-and-out guest nodded, casually holding the wine glass, staring at the yellow-brown wine and sitting there motionless. The tavern gradually returned to its original silence. As one team after another of cavalry left, the whole town was even a little too quiet.
.
"I don't know when the murderer will be caught. Alas, it's a pity. Lieutenant Jim is a good customer who spends a lot of money." The boss muttered in a low voice. He glanced casually and found that the customer who was originally sitting at the bar was already there.
It disappeared, leaving a five-dollar bill lying next to the half-glass of whiskey.
"He looks like a poor man, but he is very generous with his money. Didn't his attitude seem a little cold just now..." The tavern owner patted his head in annoyance, feeling very upset that he was about to lose a potential big customer.
Of course, this guest is Kazuha Kuyama. He has no intention of leaving the town easily since he arrived here!
If Major Bagley's response can be considered to be quite rigorous and timely, then Sorayama Kazuyo's plan is audacious. However, it seems that this is the only way to go before him.
The town is completely built in the vast western Gobi. There are basically no bunkers nearby for hiding and ambushes. In this open terrain, Kazuyo Sorayama does not think he can deal with the organized soldiers. He wants to avenge the Cheyenne tribe.
It is impossible to kill more than a hundred well-trained cavalry by lying in wait and killing them one by one.
The Winchester in the hands of the 7th Cavalry Brigade and the Colt in its waist are not the iron cannons equipped by the shogunate. The soldiers who never leave their hands with guns all day long and have just experienced the Civil War are not as elite as the ashigaru of the shogunate.
Unparalleled.
In fact, he felt that it was easy for him to deal with three soldiers at the same time, and he could barely kill five people with his body and gun skills. Once the number of the team reached 10, he had no other choice but to escape on horseback as soon as possible.
Method.
So Kazuyo Sorayama was not prepared to fight in the wild.
It is impossible to succeed in a sneak attack like last time if you stay behind in the tribe. I think the other party will definitely send a large group of troops to the Cheyenne tribe to investigate. Although there is a jungle there to conceal your whereabouts and slowly deal with them, the depth is too small, and it is only a few hills.
Once surrounded, there is only one way to die.
In this way, there is only one way before him: take the initiative and wait for opportunities to kill people. Even if Sorayama Kazuha knows nothing about military strategy, he still knows that if such a big thing happens, the other party will definitely send a large number of people out to conduct reconnaissance, and they will definitely not
You will think that someone is hiding next to you.
With Kazuyo Sorayama's perception and skill, he easily evaded the search and slipped into the tavern. From the tavern owner's mutterings and the whispered conversations of the guests, Kazuyo Sorayama knew that his biggest target this time was also the chief culprit of the massacre of the Indians.
The culprit, Major Bagley, did not leave, but stayed in the telegraph room at the other end of the town, with no more than 10 guards around him.
Different from drawing guns and shooting at each other in the wilderness, in this small environment, Ichiyo Sorayama was sure to kill Bagley in the shortest possible time.
That's right, he came here to take Bagley's life this time!
In Kazuyo Sorayama's heart, Bagley's death was not enough to repay the 273 lives of the Cheyenne tribe, but the influence of the supreme commander on the combat effectiveness of the entire team was no different at all times and in foreign countries. If Bagley had died immediately, perhaps
He still has a chance to kill all the remaining soldiers before he is beaten to death by bullets, and Kazuyo Sorayama is not going to let any one of them go!
In this head-on battle with the 7th Cavalry Brigade, he had no room for maneuver. He only had the words "survival in death". If he didn't have the courage and mobility to risk his life, he would have no choice but to use the so-called "the most dangerous place is the safest".
"Place" can only become a place to die.
Following the shadow of the house, Ichiba moved to the outside of the telegraph room and looked carefully.
This is a small wooden house surrounded by a wooden fence. There are three cavalry patrolling the nearby streets. There are three fixed sentries inside and outside the fence. In addition, there are three steady and powerful breathing sounds inside the house. From this point of view, in a space of less than one hundred square meters,
, there were actually 12 soldiers, including Bagley.
A wrinkle appeared on Kazuyo Sorayama's cold face. If he couldn't kill Bagley right away, it would be difficult for him to find such a good opportunity next time, but there was still a way from where he was to the fence of the telegraph room.
An open area of nearly 50 meters would only be used as a target if you rush towards it. No matter how good your body skills are, you can't withstand such a large number of firearms.
The best way is of course to create chaos in the town, such as setting fire to the house and attracting some cavalry to go for reconnaissance, but Kazuyo Sorayama instinctively does not want to implicate others. After all, the ordinary people living in the town are innocent.
In this case, there was only one last option left. Sorayama Kazuyo held the long light behind his back tightly and walked straight towards the telegraph room along the road.
With his attire and the pistol on his waist, it was obvious that he was not a small town resident. The two cavalrymen immediately raised their rifles and shouted: "Hey, boy, if you move forward, I will shoot you in the head!"
Sorayama Kazuha stopped in place, and two cavalrymen rushed to Sorayama Kazuha in the blink of an eye. One of them stood on the horse and pressed the muzzle of his gun against the brim of Sorayama Kazuha's cowboy hat, and cursed loudly: "Put your hands up, hold your head, and kneel down.
Come on, don’t let me see you make any other moves, trust me, if you son of a bitch weren’t a fool, you would know that pulling the trigger is faster than taking out a gun from your waist!”
Kazuyo Sorayama lowered his head, slowly raised his hands, and squatted slightly with his legs. He looked very obedient. The two cavalrymen looked at each other, with strong disdain in their brown pupils, and they made up their minds.
Let's "entertain" this bastard who made them nervous for a long time.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? We have announced since the morning that the town telegraph office has been temporarily requisitioned by our 7th Cavalry Brigade. Are you blind or deaf?" Another cavalryman pointed his gun at Kazuyo Sorayama's back.
Back, a mouthful of thick phlegm spat onto Sora Ichiye's thigh.
"I want to see your commander." Sorayama Kazuyo's hoarse and deep voice continued without any fluctuation, continuing the lines he had already prepared: "I was wandering outside the town last night and happened to see a group of bandits killing your soldiers.
I know which direction they went, but if you want me to tell you, I need a reward of $2,000."
"What?!" The two cavalrymen were shocked, and then they showed a look of joy that could not be concealed, but they threatened fiercely: "If you don't want to be hung on the gallows soon, tell me everything you know right away.
!”
Kazuyo Sorayama shook his head: "You don't understand the rules of the west. If you don't pay me or your commander personally signs it, I won't say a word even if I'm beaten to death. And I can guarantee that you will never listen to us again in the future."
Get any accurate information from the best-informed professionals."
A few days ago, Tuco's nagging all day long annoyed Sorayama Kazuyo, but he didn't expect that he would be able to use his Western slang at this most critical moment. However, he thought of talking to the poor ex-
A plan to make a fortune among "comrades"... Kazuyo Sorayama could only say sorry silently. He didn't think he would have the chance to be a bounty hunter in the future. If he hadn't died in the hands of these soldiers, he would probably be the only one in the future.
The largest “bounty” in the United States.
"Cunning and greedy Southerner!" the soldier yelled angrily, "You have never smelled the smell of a 100-yuan note in your life. We are soldiers, not businessmen. We will not let you blackmail us, even if we don't use your information.
Sooner or later we will hang the murderers of our comrades."
"It's up to you." Kazuyo Sorayama shrugged, turned around and left. But no matter how hard he tried to pretend to be a rogue, he couldn't imitate one hundredth of the essence of Tuko. But the focus of the two cavalrymen was
Obviously not here.
They all rode their horses to stop Souyama Kazuyo. They bent down and pulled out the pistol from Kushan Kazuyo's waist. They pointed the gun at him and shouted: "I'll give you a chance to see our commander, but I'm warning you.
No one has ever successfully blackmailed the great 7th Cavalry Brigade of the American Army, and our commander is not as good-tempered as the two of us. Listen, if you dare to speak with this attitude again, I guarantee that there will be no skin on your body today.
inches to be safe and sound.”
"Major Bagley..." Kazuyo Sorayama lowered his head deeply and whispered: "I have been famous for a long time. Don't worry, I won't let him down, but... I hope he won't let me down either...