"Sir, we have information!" The soldier pushed Ichiyo Sora into the small telegraph room.
The house made of birch logs and spruce planks was small in area, with a large oak table taking up one-fifth of it, and the remaining space was quickly filled by the crowd of people.
Bagley put down the document he was signing and glanced dissatisfied at the crowd, even more unable to hide his disgust at Kazuyo, who smelled of dust and sweat all over his body.
"Sir, this tramp said he knew the traces of the murderer." The soldier quickly explained, "But... he asked for a reward of 2,000 US dollars. The hillbillies in the South are always greedy and shameless."
"Do you need me to teach you how to do it, Mr. Sergeant?" Bagley rubbed the straight line of his pants with his palms, as if resisting the urge to slap his palms on the other person's face, and roared: "You idiot like a pig, you
Do you think you are a gentleman having a ball with girls? Pry open his mouth and bring him back to see me!"
"Yes, sir!" The soldier wiped the colonel's saliva from his face, then stared fiercely at the embarrassing homeless man in front of him, stretched out his hand to pull the man's jacket back collar, and at the same time kicked hard with his hard military boots.
Ichiba Sora's legs are bent, and his movements are extremely skillful.
Unlike the expectation of dragging the homeless man out of the room like a dead dog, no matter how hard he tried, the homeless man was as motionless as a piece of pig iron.
"Bagley? Did you order the massacre of the Cheyenne Indian tribe?" Kazuyo Sorayama ignored the soldier who was gnashing his teeth, raised his head slightly, stared into the other man's eyes and spoke slowly.
"Haha..." Bagley smiled instead of being angry, but there was no smile at all on his face, "Sergeant, you don't need to bring him back to see me, and you don't need to go back to the military judge to get him a day of confinement."
At this moment, both parties actually regarded each other as dead people, and there was nothing to worry about when talking. The difference was that Bagley didn't want to talk to the homeless man in front of him at all.
Kazuyo Sorayama shook his head, as if talking to himself: "They hunt, work, and be kind to others, and they are not rich. Why kill them all? Why not leave them a way to survive?"
Bagley seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He laughed so hard that he could hardly stand upright. He suddenly straightened up and took out the gun from his waist. He pressed the barrel of the gun against Kazuyo Sorayama's chest, and a series of words came out from his mouth.
Out of his mouth came the words: "The merciful Lord must know that His devout followers need smiles the most at this moment, so he temporarily freed you from your job as a circus clown and came here to make me happy?"
Kazuyo Sorayama looked at the other person quietly, with neither anger nor hatred in his eyes. To be precise, there was no emotion shown. Even his unique murderous intention that could freeze the bone marrow was not even a trace.
"Okay, okay, I will never live up to God's preference. Although you are about to die, the equally kind Major Bagley decided to satisfy your question. Why did you want to kill all those red clans? Because, I
, like that I have a gun! And I like hunting with a gun the most, just like now..."
Bagley pulled the trigger. He no longer wanted to get any information from the homeless man in front of him. What he needed most now was how to calm down the increasingly uncontrollable anger in his heart. What he didn't want to admit was that facing him,
This machine-like vagabond actually had an uncontrollable fear in his heart...
"Bang!" Fire exploded from Kazuyo Sorayama's chest, but it was the soldier who had been trying to pull Kazuyo Sorayama to the ground. The sergeant's body flew backwards, knocking down another comrade, and fell from the ground.
The blood from the broken heart dyed half of the room into a blood mist.
The remaining shadow of a leaf in the empty mountain slowly dissipated.
Bagley and his three guards were shocked. They drew their pistols as quickly as possible, pulled the bolt, and spread out, looking carefully at every corner of the room. They had just made tactical moves when a line of blood appeared on the necks of the three guards.
Suddenly, the head began to slide downwards silently.
Seeing this extremely terrifying scene, Bagley almost lost his grip on the pistol and screamed: "Ah! Come out, you devil! I...I know, you are the murderer! You are here to take the place of those red men"
The devil of the feudal vengeance!”
"Go to your God." A hoarse voice sounded beside Bagley: "Pray to him face to face and don't meet me again in the next life."
Unfortunately, I don’t know if Bagley, whose head flew into the sky, heard the next sentence...
When the town police chief heard a burst of gunfire and carefully walked into the telegraph room with several of his men, there were only eleven heads and twelve headless corpses left. The one belonging to Bagley was missing.
The maroon blood stains dripping from a line of sentences on the brown wooden wall - the Indians are waiting to reunite with you.
"God bless..." The sergeant's legs weakened, and he leaned against the door frame and sat down in a puddle of blood. What he wanted to do most at this moment was not to catch the murderer, but to immediately take off his six-pointed police badge and resign and go home. He swore that if
It’s not because my legs don’t have enough strength that I must immediately turn around and leave the hell in front of me, I must!
.........
Under the cover of night, Ichiyo in the empty mountain sat on the rock with his captain in his arms, motionless. Anyone who saw this scene would probably think that the lonely figure was more like a stone. Bagley's head was casually removed
Throwing it aside, ants occasionally came in and out of his nostrils, making the major's white-gray pupils paler than the moon.
After killing Bagley, Kazuyo Sorayama suddenly felt that most of the hatred in his heart had dissipated, and he seemed to have no desire to hunt down the remaining soldiers one by one.
He didn't have any hesitation or uneasiness when the no-kill ring was broken by his own hands. Now that he thought about it quietly, the fog that lingered around his state of mind seemed to have faded a little.
"Is it true that as Higu said, I am following the path of killing? But why do I always feel that this is not what I want, and it is not the most suitable path for me." Kazuyo Sorayama thought silently.
Although I have always done things without scruples and regardless of the secular world, if I count the several worlds I have experienced, whether it is protection, rescue, counterattack or revenge, there are always reasons why I have to kill people. You can also pat your chest and say: I am empty mountain.
Ye never killed innocent people indiscriminately.
Especially after the bloodbath in Edo and the destruction of Ii, Kazuha Sorayama actually hated killing. But in the face of the current situation, would he have to persuade a beast like Bagley to do good to those who saved his life?
Do the Indians give an account?
Kazuyo Sorayama shook his head and decided not to think about these issues anymore.
There was bread that had been baked for a long time and a thick piece of corned beef beside the campfire. If Lieutenant Freckles and a few soldiers hadn't carried enough rations, he would have even considered killing horses for a living. Things that could be used as food in the desolate Western Gobi
It was very limited, and he didn't have the energy to be distracted by hunting. Moreover, the sound of gunshots would be heard far away, and he was not sure whether it would attract the soldiers of the 7th Cavalry Brigade who were patrolling everywhere.
After killing Bagley, he did not stay in the town and wait for an opportunity. At this time, he was located at the angle between the town and the Cheyenne tribe, and it would take at least two hours to travel by horseback to avoid being discovered while recovering his strength.
As an extremely skilled swordsman, Sorayama Kazuyo never believed in the saying that "the most dangerous place is the safest place". He believed that this was just a compromise used by weak people to deceive themselves when they were in desperate situations. Every success
What investors rely on is not that this method is effective, but that they are lucky enough.
A strong man who truly believes in his own abilities will break through the enemy's obstructions along the way, just like during the "one man against one country" period, he would not choose to hide in Edo Castle, but would go far away into the mountains of Kai.
If he stayed in the town by chance, Ichiyo Sorayama, who had not slept for nearly two days and had not eaten anything, would probably be discovered and besieged due to exhaustion, so he decided to replenish his strength first and enter the town again late at night.
No matter what, he will carry out his revenge to the end!