Chapter 348 First Movement Poems of Awakening (25): Repeated horizontal jumps
(2-in-1)
"Ah, my legs!"
Fan Ning was holding the guitar with one hand and Luna with the other. As soon as he jumped out of the car, he felt the sole of his foot slipping and a shrill howl erupted.
A hired man was shivering as he ducked under the carriage, his shoes stepping firmly on his knees.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" This kind of gun battle between a caravan and gangsters has no rules at all. The guards took advantage of the bunker to avoid the sharp edge, and then drew their guns and fired. The surroundings were surrounded by dust stirred up by the bullets, and further away
Chuma Senegu's voice was still shouting, "People from the caravan family lie down on the car. Lie down on the car and don't get off!"
The smell of dust and gunpowder lingered on the tip of his nose. Amidst the clatter of broken glass, Fan Ning, who was holding the little girl's arm, stared at two gangsters with mustaches on the roadside.
The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at the two of us.
"Mr. Scheele, be careful!" Luna was so frightened that she covered her face with her hands, and hurriedly tried hard with her other hand, trying to drag or push Fan Ning down.
The gunfight was already chaotic. When the gangster with a mustache saw someone getting out of the car, he fired several shots without saying a word.
But then he turned slightly to the side of the gun and stared blankly at the muzzle that was smoking.
He was sure that his aim was accurate and the distance was not far away. Why did it seem like nothing happened to the other two?
In fact, after those bullets approached Fan Ning four or five meters away, they were pushed hard in the opposite direction by an invisible force. Their speed slowed down and they fell into the gravel on the road in a flat trajectory.
While stunned, the mustachioed gangster saw a brown-black smoking tube-shaped object on the ground out of the corner of his eye.
"Fuck! Where did you throw the grenade?" The man was shocked and fell to the ground.
"Go forward, are you blind?" The young man next to him was loading a magazine. After hearing his words, he followed his gaze and lowered his head.
The next moment, his face turned pale with fright, he let out a howl of terror, and he threw away his gun and the handle, but he had no time to react anymore——
"Boom!" The air flow exploded, and fire and smoke rose.
This kind of hand grenade compared to modern times before the 19th century was not as powerful as modern times. It was also a smuggled weapon of the gangs in the southern continent. The quality varied, but the distance between these two people was too close.
After the black smoke dissipated, the facial features of the gangster who threw the gun could no longer be seen. His flesh and blood were cut to pieces by the dense shrapnel, and there were two large holes in his neck and chest. He fell to the ground and died on the spot.
The man who had been forced to lie down before was now dragging his blackened broken legs and bloody lower body while crawling away with heart-rending howls.
Fan Ning slowly passed by the two people with his guitar in his arms, ignoring the man who was not dead yet.
During this period, gunshots still rang in our ears, and the two horses in the carriage were hit by stray bullets and fell to the ground wailing.
"Sit here and rest." After walking twenty meters away, Fan Ning pointed to a tree stump in the grass outside the gravel road.
"Ah! Here?"
Luna's heart was beating wildly. She was walking in such a swagger just now, and her intuition told her that at least someone was aiming here and shooting several times, but she didn't know why she didn't get hit.
She thought that the two of them had escaped by luck, but at this moment she felt that the distance was still too short. She wanted to pull Mr. Scherer away from him, but he just sat down. She was a little worried about the situation of her family.
At this moment, I could only clench my fists and look ahead.
"Don't worry, we're almost done." Fan Ning hugged the piano and lowered his head, playing the strings of cadenzas as if nothing had happened, just like sitting in front of the piano and pressing the keys at will.
He probably knew why Masenegu didn't say a word of nonsense this time, and just shot the person who negotiated the price with one shot.
The strength of the gangsters and robbers this time was not strong. They did not have as many guns and manpower as last time. They did not carry military crossbows. Maybe their slogans such as "Famous in the World" were not loud enough.
Although Fan Ning thought that this "guide" Masenegu was a joke before, Fan Ning now discovered that he was definitely not a peacemaker who would make his employer bleed at every turn.
He ensures the overall safety of the protected person, compares the strength, and sees the person's performance.
After all, he is a middle-level knowledgeable person. This kind of chaos in the Southern Continent is no longer "elegant" compared to Tioline, but this person is definitely not slow in making money, buying land, and buying nobles.
The social status among the upper class is definitely not low.
Fan Ning's judgment was correct. In fact, the gunfight seemed to be noisy, but it became silent after two or three minutes.
The "Jhin" that Masai Negu studied gave him flexible movement and bullet-avoidance sensitivity. His marksmanship was extremely accurate. He killed two people on the opposite side in a single exchange of fire. After that, he continued to throw extraordinary missiles that seemed to have the characteristics of tracking and turning.
The darts slit the throats of two people, and the guards also broke one person's legs.
Fan Ning had originally eliminated two people, but now all long-range threats were eliminated. Then, a group of gangsters holding shields and machetes who came up during the opportunity were directly stabbed to death by Massenegu holding a long sword.
Three.
After leaving behind a dozen human corpses and a similar number of horse corpses, the gangsters began to retreat in despair. Some fled in the bushes, while others took advantage of the chaos and ran away and mounted their horses.
So Fan Ning stretched out his hand to stop the strings and calmly signaled to Luna that she could go back.
The guards were counting the casualties, and the eldest son Troy also jumped off the carriage and began to coordinate.
Two hired workers were killed by grenades thrown by another gangster, two unlucky guards and the driver were hit by stray bullets, two guards had their backs slashed, and the rest were just some bumps and bruises while dodging in a panic.
Bruised person.
"It wasn't like this before. The 'guides' at the end of the last century were not so difficult to get along with."
After entering the orderly processing stage, Masenegu walked to Fan Ning and spoke.
His eyes were full of meaning. Just a certain distance away, his attention was mainly on the gun battle, but he was somewhat aware of the situation on Scheler's side.
Although he didn't know why the two of them walked so carelessly without being hit by a bullet, and he didn't know why the grenade inexplicably killed the gangster himself, he had already known that the troubadour was also a wise person.
The mysterious words that pop up in people's conversations actually imply this.
These low-level intellectuals who understand art may have some light of first knowledge similar to spiritual characteristics, the kind that can make ignorant people with weak inspiration lose their minds.
"How was it before?" Fan Ning watched the people in front of him bandaging the wounded without turning around.
"At that time, when gangs were plundering me, I couldn't care less about all the twists and turns. I would go up and chop them for a while. Normally, when gangs came up in large numbers, I and my guards would stab them to death one by one."
If you are an extremely powerful gang, or if you accidentally meet a low-level person, it is not too late to stop and negotiate. Everyone knows the principle of trying not to show blood. Caravans and gangs both seek wealth, not life, but no one's money is blown by the strong wind.
"." Masenegu wiped his blood-stained sword.
"Aren't you the same now?" Fan Ning glanced at him, "Or theoretically, you should be stronger than before."
"It is said that swords have no eyes, but bullets do." Massenego patted the dust off his body, "So I often say that this industrial age is really unfriendly to us knights. Look at the current gangster robberies.
What kind of custom is this?..." He pointed at the corpse on the ground sadly with his revolver, "...when he comes up, he will first point a row of black holes with gun muzzles directly at people. Even though everyone is equipped with firearms, no one is afraid of anyone in a fight.
, but if my employer keeps having casualties, how can I get commissions?"
"And to be honest, my body is still as brittle as paper. When faced with too strong a firepower threat, everyone will feel scared in their hearts. Moreover, who knows if there is a knowledgeable person in the opposite team? Now even the mysterious side
In the battle between them, the variables are getting bigger and bigger."
Speaking of this, he shrugged helplessly: "This business is really hard to do. I regret that I didn't study piano well before, otherwise I might be able to marry the daughter of a marquis by now."
"..."
Fan Ning originally thought that his complaint had some merit, and was about to nod in agreement, but he almost got a slap in the face at his words.
Massenego strode to a corpse with its throat slit, groped in its pockets, and at the same time waved to several Chrétien family guards beside him to disperse and help.
"I lost the first battle. I am a poor man." After half a minute, he helplessly spread out his hand, which only showed a few gold coins with a face value of 1 pound. "Mr. Scheler, judging from past experience, I bet that I will not be able to get back my money today.
"
"Good luck." Fan Ning watched them looking for loot calmly.
Compared to making money from art in Tioline, these amounts are just a drop in the bucket.
But maybe there are similarities in feelings, such as the scene when Turner Art Hall first opened and closed every night, and I and my companions counted the box office revenue with expectant faces.
A total of 8 horses died in the caravan. After replacing the horses from the spare horses, the 6 horses left behind by the gang were brought into the team.
Then, they seized a total of 140 pounds of gold coins from 12 corpses, as well as rings, earrings, nose rings, bracelets and other jewelry valued at about 300 pounds. Massenegu believed that this was a moderately lucky grade, because jewelry is not as good as cash.
, there is always a discount when selling, after all, the last loss has not been earned back.
But then, when the knight used his expertise to tame a fierce horse that was not cooperative enough to return to the team, he accidentally found a lot of gold coins in the saddle bag!
The total denomination is 500 pounds!
"Now I really believe how easy it is for a troubadour to bring good luck to the journey." Marseille was once again impressed by Scheler, and he generously and fairly gave Troy 300 pounds for the casualties.
After repairing the medical, pension and caravan facilities, as well as making up for some of the previous losses, he immediately packed another 100 pounds and handed the small bag to Fan Ning.
"I'm not a caravan guard." Fan Ning looked at him in surprise.
Half of the loot with a total price of 840 pounds was quickly divided... Although this guy was thinking about getting money to buy knights in order to achieve his "ultimate goal of knighthood", and he shot and killed people when he disagreed, but why did he always
Does it give people a very "martial arts" feeling?
"If those two people had not accidentally blown themselves up, our casualties and losses might have increased a lot." Masenego's smile always had a meaning of "I have seen through everything".
Fan Ning took it, took out the bag of 200 pounds of gold coins in his pocket, and threw it directly towards Luna next to him.
"Mr. Scheler, what are you talking about?" She took it hurriedly.
"It's too heavy. I'm too lazy to pick it up. Please help me put it away."
Luna opened it and took a quick look. The golden light shone like a dream.
Although I meant to keep it for you, I always felt that something was wrong. I was the one who made the invitation. Why did my small treasury triple in size?
Everyone around looked at this scene in surprise and admiration.
This Mr. Scheler is really in a state of elegance and transcendence...
The hired workers and coachmen briefly repaired some of the damage to the convoy, and then dug two pits on the spot to bury the dead. The weather was hot and it took a lot of effort. As for the gangsters who came to seek death, no one would care about the bodies after they were dragged to the side of the grass.
Already, there are tens of thousands of leaves, berries and animal remains rotting every day in the rainforests and islands of the South.
Fei used the lute to play simple and solemn decomposed chords, and then more than a dozen people in the team hummed a short melody with uneven singing voices. The speed was not fast, with the fourth ascending as the development of each section.
The motive has a heavy and even rhythm, and a more solemn and simple interval structure.
Fan Ning is very interested in folk music materials, and he grasped the musical image of this melody in an instant.
It should be a common piece of mourning in the Southern Continent.
After the interlude of the shootout with gangsters, the caravan set off on the road again.
It was still the warm sunshine and the exotic scenery, but the bodies of 14 people were left beside the gravel road just now.
In the next two days, Fan Ning encountered several waves of gangsters one after another. Fan Ning gradually discovered that regardless of whether Marseille Negu's previous "smart eye to identify talents" operation was a great wisdom or a fool or a retarded one, at least he was the "guide".
Come on, the style is really unique.
When it is judged that there are too many firearms manpower on the other side and the employer's safety risk is uncontrollable, he will act as a peacemaker and be fully responsible for negotiating the "tolls". First, each other will report their homes, then negotiate the ratio, and finally inspect the goods and set the price. Every link is delicate.
game.
When encountering a weaker opponent with relatively controllable risks, you can just shoot them in the face, and then a drama of black and white takes place.
It can be said that the character repeatedly jumps between plundering and being robbed.
Fanning didn't know how much money he received for accepting the Chretien family's commission, but the sum of the positive and negative income statistics from several waves of encounters showed that Massenegou earned at least an extra six to seven hundred pounds.
As a result, the caravan has regained its health. After taking out the medical and pension expenses, although there is still some loss, it is really not too much. For this kind of long-distance business, any employer has the consciousness to spend some money to buy peace.
But on the third and fourth day of the journey, we no longer encountered any gangs.
There are few people outside the city-state. The former Port of Bakriso was already a small settlement on the outer edge of the Misin city-state. These too-deep coastlines and rainforests are not suitable for plundering teams pursuing light mobility to stay for a long time.
There is no lag, and the probability of finding the target is not high. They will only scan around the city-state as much as possible.
"Boom!!!"
"Crash, la, la, la-"
The carriage stopped in the rain forest. The sky was dark, thunder was roaring, and there was white mist everywhere.
The weather in midsummer is unpredictable. On the afternoon of the fourth day, there were several rounds of heavy rain. The coachmen were obviously very experienced in dealing with such situations. Although the weather changed at any time, they could always do a good job before the downpour came completely.
Some moisture-proof measures for dry cargo and accompanying guests.
The torrential rain made the leather covering on the roof of the car rattle. Fan Ning could see wet grass flowers and trees swaying under the attack of wind and rain through a crack in the carriage door. The mist became more and more mist afterward.
It's big and it's all white.
Today his strength has basically recovered.
The storm lasted for half an hour and then suddenly dissipated. The drivers jumped out and began to remove the leather curtain.
Fan Ning had just put his hand on the curtain bolt to get some air when he heard someone shouting from below:
"How did we get out of the rainforest?"
Hearing this, he quickly opened the door curtain, and then his pupils shrank slightly.
The setting sun shines on the sea, and in front of you is a white sandy beach peninsula surrounded by the sea on three sides.