"Good marksmanship!" Dutch praised loudly, and at the same time, he took two revolvers and directly punched the eyes of the man who was rushing out of the front door into black holes.
When other people in the house heard the gunshots, they all took action and rushed out of the front and back doors of the cabin.
Micah also started to output at this time. His two double-action revolvers were very suitable for playing the role of fire suppression in small-scale gun battles. After one round of output, although he did not kill several enemies, he still suppressed several opponents. I couldn't hold my head up.
Arthur jumped over the bullpen and began naming his enemies one by one with his beloved gun.
Arthur's gun is the most common cowboy revolver. It is not as ornately decorated as Dutch's two Schofield revolvers. In terms of rate of fire, as a single-action revolver, it is not as fast as Micah's double-action revolver. , unpretentious, just like his master.
However, the attributes and decoration of the gun are not the most important. What is important is whether the person using the gun can exert its full power. Arthur's marksmanship is just like him, simple and simple, but efficient and deadly. Not long after, every enemy who dared not raise their head and could not fire under the suppressed fire took a bullet, and every one of them had seven orifices and one extra orifice in their heads.
"Someone got away, Arthur," Micah called. "Did you see him?"
"Run? Where to run?" Arthur murmured, ducking around to the back of the house. On the snow in the distance, a embarrassed figure fled. Arthur raised his hand casually and fired without even taking careful aim.
The sound of gunshots and screams reached my ears, and the man fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
At this time, Dutch shouted: "There is someone shooting out of the attic window!"
As he said, there was another person hiding secretly in the attic of the house, firing cold shots from time to time to interfere with the actions of the three of them, which was not unscrupulous.
But after Da Qi finished speaking, when the man raised his head again and prepared to shoot, a gunshot rang out, and the man's skull was penetrated by the hot bullet, almost blowing off half of his spiritual cap.
"Grandpa, I've been targeting you for a long time, you grandson." Brandy murmured a curse in a low voice while withdrawing a bullet casing from the gun chamber.
The shootout didn't last long. Although the numerical gap between the two sides can be described as a huge disparity, such a three-legged cat character, not to mention Dutch and the other three, even Brandi, who has only been holding a gun for less than a year, does not look down upon.
"It looks like everyone is cleared." Micah said, holstering his gun.
Dutch also stood up from behind the bunker, noticed the green scarf worn by the corpse on the ground, and said with some confusion: "Why are the damn O'Drisco gang here? Why?"
Micah replied: "I don't know, maybe we are thinking the same thing."
Dutch stepped up the steps in front of the front door of the house and said: "Micah, go and bring the horse to the front of the house. Arthur, and I will go and search the house. Mr. Munny, you..."
Brandi responded: "Let me go find if there are any survivors in this family."
Dutch nodded and said, "That's fine."
So, Micah went to get the horse, Dutch and Arthur walked into the main house and started searching, while Brandi took two steps aimlessly and began to fumble around the body lying on the ground.
One thing to note here is that although Brandi is a time traveler who is familiar with the plot of the game, as mentioned before, his memory of his previous life has been worn away a lot, and he can no longer remember certain plot details in the game clearly, such as In this section, he couldn't remember where Sadie was hidden. Therefore, from a pragmatic perspective, since Micah would find Sadie, then instead of spending time searching aimlessly, it would be better to Take this opportunity to verify some of your long-held suspicions and at the same time enrich your pockets.
After a search, Brandi packed up all the ammunition and guns that could be found, and put the cowboy revolver in the best condition into his bag. Although no supplies such as drinks and food were found on these people, But I found more than ten dollars, which was an unexpected surprise.
Brandy, who was very satisfied with her harvest, picked up the package and prepared to go to the barn to take a look. He vaguely remembered that there was a horse left by the Odrisk gang. The horse he was riding now belonged to the Van der Linde gang and had to be returned when it was used up. What he lacked now was a reliable horse.
Although it was a bit difficult to open the barn door due to the heavy snow, Brandi managed to open it with some effort. As soon as the door opened, he saw a russet-colored Tennessee walking horse leisurely in the corral. Eating fodder.
Just as Brandy was delighted that she remembered correctly and walked into the barn, suddenly, a man who had been waiting on the second floor of the barn fell from the sky and threw Brandy to the ground.
"Hey, I remembered, there is a mouse here." Brandy thought with some annoyance.
The sneak attack succeeded with one blow and was about to sit astride Brandi, but was thrown aside violently. The sneak attacker climbed up from the ground in embarrassment and cursed: "It was you bastards who killed my cousin!"
Brandi stood up calmly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, didn't say a word, and just gave a provocative look.
"I'm going to break your neck!" No bloody man could bear being provoked like this. The attacker roared angrily and pounced on Brandi, taking his hands directly to Brandi's throat.
But the next moment, he felt a heavy blow to his chest, and he fell back to the position where he had just climbed up. The pain in his chest was secondary, and the feeling of shortness of breath was the most unbearable.
"There's one thing I haven't understood yet," Brandi said as he retracted his right foot, either asking the attacker or talking to himself, "Don't you guys kick people when you fight? "
The sneak attacker didn't quite understand what Brandi meant. He just felt that the other party was insulting him again. His chest became more and more stuffy, and the anger in his heart became more intense. After getting up again, he roared again, made a fist with his left hand and rounded it. Gotta say hello to Brandi's face.
"The shorter one hits the taller one with an uppercut..." Brandi was speechless. He raised his right hand casually and accurately caught the fist of the little sneak attacker in front of him, who was a head shorter than him. His left hand reached out like lightning, and slapped his opponent's cheeks with two big mouths, which made his eyes burn. Risk the stars. Brandy casually moved his right hand, causing the opponent's body to lose balance immediately, and then another heavy kick to the ribs. The man was kicked two or three meters away, and he was on the ground covering the kicked place under the ribs, curled up like Shrimp.
He was panting, and just as he was about to try to turn over and stand up, the crisp sound of the revolver's hammer being cocked suddenly came to his ears, and his body instantly stiffened, like a sculpture.
Brandi knelt down, put the muzzle of the gun against his head, and said, "Give you a minute to tell me when you came here, what you did to the owner of the house, what is the purpose of your coming here, and... I can’t say it within minutes, my head is moving.”
"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" At this time, this member of the O'Drisco gang no longer had the fierceness and anger before, only the fear of pain and death.
"It's time to talk nonsense." Brandi's tone raised a level.
"I, I, we came here three days ago, three days ago."
"Where is the owner of this house?"
"After we killed him, he was lying in the carriage bed outside."
"anything else?"
"Any more? No more."
"there is none left?"
"There really aren't any more," the Austrian gang member panicked, "I, I, I, I swear on my head."
Brandy nodded and asked again: "You are the O'Drisco gang, right? What is your purpose in running into these wild mountains?"
The Austrian gang members hesitated, subconsciously not wanting to tell the truth. Although Colm O'Driscoe didn't care what the recruited members had done in the past, whether they had the ability to stand alone, or even the lives of the members, he didn't care. The boss is never merciless in dealing with betrayers. He himself has personally seen his boss deal with betrayers. Those people were shot by Colm himself, and their bodies were hung on trees or cliffs to be exposed in the sun, allowing eagles to peck at them and wild beasts to bite them. He didn't want to end up like this.
When he was hesitating, Brandi personally made a hole in his knee and helped him make the most suitable choice at the moment. After a gunshot, he screamed and confessed: "Ahhh! I said, I said, I said, I said!"
Brandy smiled slightly. This method is indeed the most effective in dealing with such people.
"We're going to rob the train and blow up the tracks."
"Oh? Tell me in detail?"
"Hero, please spare me. I'm just a little guy. I really don't know the details."
"Oh, then I'm still giving you a hard time," Brandy said thoughtfully, "Okay, last question, where is your boss, Colm O'Driscoe, hiding now?"
"He is with others, in...in the old mining camp in the southwest, near the lake," the Oban gangster's voice trembled due to severe pain, "Hero, I really don't know anything anymore, please Please let me go."
"Brother Munny," Dutch's voice came from outside the door, "What happened? We heard gunshots."
"Oh, it's nothing." Brandi responded while firing another shot in the face of the man in front of him. Even if this man's biological parents came over, they would not recognize this man with mangled features. their child.
Brandy turned around and greeted Dutch and Arthur who heard the sound, and said, "There is another one hiding here in the stable, trying to sneak up on me, but I have asked for some interesting news, which you should be very interested in."
"That's perfect," Dutch nodded, "Speaking of which, I think you should keep that horse, kid, and lead it outside and tie it up. With those two shots you just fired, it didn't come out of the pen right away. It's very brave to rush out."
Brandy groped around on the members of the Austrian gang who were killed by him and put everything he found into his big package. Arthur saw his big bag of sundries and said with a smile: "Okay, your ability to clean up the battlefield is better than anyone I have ever seen."
Brandy heard the teasing meaning in Arthur's words, and said a little embarrassedly: "I have been hanging out in this ghost place for too long, and I think everything is good. By the way, Arthur, either you can help me I picked through and saw what things could be thrown away, and to be honest, I thought it was too cumbersome to carry so many things.”
Arthur was very satisfied with the rare expression of youthful emotions by this young man who looked very mature. In his opinion, this was exactly the emotion that a young man of this age should have. As he walked into the barn and took out the frightened horse, he said: "Although the ones you brought are indeed a bit cumbersome, since you can carry them now, there is no big problem, at least the ones you brought There are ways to monetize it, but for a cowboy like me, who has been living in a homeless place and wandering around, I really can’t carry things that are too heavy, so I usually only take away the most valuable or useful things when cleaning the battlefield. , but when we go back, I can teach you how to identify those valuable items. Come, I will help you put things on the horse. You are lucky. This is a good horse, although it is not expensive. But it’s generally reliable.”
The two packed everything up and came out of the barn together. Dutch, who had been waiting outside for a long time, saw the two coming out and couldn't help but joked: "Oh, Arthur, have you two become inseparable so quickly?"
"Fuck you, Dutch," Arthur laughed, "But you have to admit, Brandi is a good boy."
Dutch nodded with deep understanding: "As I said, this kid can become a great person. By the way, little brother Munny, I think your marksmanship is pretty good. Have you ever learned to shoot before?"
"It's just the skill of thinking blindly when hunting," Brandi said, "and I can also hit relatively fixed targets. In short, it's the skill of a three-legged cat."
"That's not a problem, kid. You're still young. Now your marksmanship is at this level. When you get to Arthur's age, maybe you can become as powerful as those legendary sharpshooters." Regarding Brandy's future , Dach has always been very optimistic about it.
Suddenly, a woman's roar came from the wooden house: "Stay away from me! You psychopath!"
Dutch was shocked when he heard the sound: "woc, Micah, what the hell are you doing?"
Before Dutch and Arthur could make any move, Brandi had already rushed into the room, and the commotion in the room ended abruptly.
Dutch and Arthur looked at each other and then entered the house together. Inside the room, a woman wearing only a nightgown held a sharp knife and looked at Micah and Brandi opposite in a daze.
Brandi's revolver was already aimed at Micah, and Micah looked at Brandi with a look of resentment, but had to raise his hands above his head.
"Boy, this is the third time you've pointed a gun at me," Micah said viciously, "Do you think I'm easy to bully? Huh?"
With a "click", the hammer of the revolver was pulled down, and Micah's body couldn't help but tremble. "Move again and I'll blow your rat head off."
"Stop it!" Dutch shouted, and Arthur stepped forward to press down Brandi's gun.
"Boss, I didn't do anything." When Micah saw Dutch coming in, he immediately started to blame him. "This woman, I found her in the cellar of the house. She must be related to O'Drisco. As for That kid must also be a bastard subordinate of the Austrian Gang, the boss..."
"That's enough, Micah, stop your crazy talk, do you think she has something to do with the Austrian gang?" Dutch retorted Micah very clearly. Micah wanted to say something else, but Dutch stopped him with his eyes.
At this time, the woman holding a sharp knife suddenly noticed the tall man wearing a strange hat and asked tentatively: "Is it Brandy?"
Brandi also looked at the woman at this time and responded: "It's me, Mrs. Adler."
The woman seemed to be relieved, but also seemed to have suddenly lost all her strength, and her body suddenly fell limp.
Brandi stepped forward and held the woman's shoulders to steady her body.
"They... they came here three days ago... and then they took my husband... Jack..." the woman said, her voice choked up.
"Okay, it's okay, we are all safe now." Brandi comforted softly.
Dutch handed over a thick shawl and said: "Put it on this lady, my child. She is now in your hands. Gentlemen, let's go quickly. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time."
While Brandi put a shawl on Mrs. Adler, she helped Mrs. Adler out of the house and said, "Those people's accomplices may come again. We can't stay here. Let's go with them." Although they are not good people, at least they are different from those beasts."
Mrs. Adler did not speak, but nodded.
The five people rode away, leaving only a dark cabin with no human fireworks standing in the wind and snow.
