Above the snowfield, a mighty horse team was galloping forward. The horses' hooves stepped across the stream, splashing layers of water. The water spray solidified into ice flowers in an instant, and broke into pieces in the stream and on the rocks.
"It's the southwest direction, right, Arthur?" Dutch, who was rushing at the front, asked Arthur, who was walking alongside him.
"Yes," Arthur responded, "He said walking southwest along the main road, they would camp somewhere by the lake."
"Okay," Dutch said confidently, "Let's find these bastards before they find us, and then grab the vote they planned."
The main road in the snowfield, trampled by the feet of men and horses, once again intersected with the stream. After crossing the stream for the second time, within a few steps, Dutch, who was at the front of the team, discovered the clue.
"It's the mark he left," Dutch confirmed the answer with just one glance. He was too familiar with Colm O'Driscoe, "It's the horse team, there are many of them."
Messy horse hoof prints continued along the main road.
Dutch said with great certainty: "I'm almost certain that it's just us and them here, and they...must be over here."
Arthur looked at Dutch's profile with some worry and asked, "Dutch, are you okay?"
"Of course," Dutch replied, "Look, I know you don't take my ideas seriously lately, but I have the right idea."
"Okay..." At this point, Arthur couldn't say any more words of advice, "You know I support you."
"With Colm O'Driscoe, I realized early on that we had to take the initiative," Dutch said righteously. "If we waited for him to take action, the people we loved would die."
Arthur also said with certainty: "The bloody feud between you and him, no matter the outcome, needs to be settled."
Behind Arthur, Bill sneered viciously and said, "Yes." Obviously, he also had a very bad impression of the O'Drisco gang - who among the Van der Linde gang didn't have this?
"I can forgive some things, and I can forget some things," Dutch said with sadness and anger in his tone, "but what he did to Annabelle, I can neither forgive nor forget."
"But you killed his brother, Dutch..." Arthur reminded.
"Yes, I killed him," Dutch said without hesitation, "and I hope these two bastards can reunite soon. This is the end they deserve."
"You're right, boss." Micah was watching the excitement and cheering from the side.
The team followed the messy horse hoof prints and turned right, climbing all the way up a mountain peak. Not far away, smoke was rising.
"Did you see the smoke?" Dutch instructed everyone, "Let's go up from here now and take a look at the situation. They said the camp is located near the lake, so we must be there soon."
The team climbed up the mountainside, and everyone stopped their horses and prepared to go.
"Okay, brothers, this is it," Dutch looked high-spirited, "Are you all fucking ready?"
"Ready!" Everyone gave Dutch a high-spirited reply.
"Very good," Dutch praised everyone's enthusiasm and immediately began to assign tasks. "Now, Morgan and I, let's go forward and see if we can figure out the layout of the camp; Williamson, Bell, you guys Hide just outside the camp; Samos, Iscola, Munny, you guys stay here. Let’s go!”
There are many differences between the Van der Linde gang and ordinary gangs. One of them is that they understand the meaning of orders and prohibitions better than ordinary bandits. As soon as Dutch's order was given, everyone immediately got into position and started executing it. It was more reliable than the army.
After a while, only Brandy, Javier and Lenny were left.
Brandi took off his carbine from the saddle, checked the bullets, and said: "You are so efficient."
"This is mainly due to Dutch," Javier was also checking his firearms. "He is a very good leader. Without him, our team would not be able to survive until now."
"That's right," Lenny agreed, "Dutch's plans never go wrong, so we all trust and respect him and are willing to do anything for him."
After hearing what the two said, Brandy nodded to show her understanding, but she couldn't help complaining in her heart: "Yeah, it's never been wrong. Isn't it because of Dutch's plan that you ended up in this situation?"
At this time, Dutch and Arthur returned here. Dutch ordered: "You are going to intercept them above, Munny, you follow us, let the newcomers see the real battle of our Van der Linde gang today."
"It's an honor." Brandi loaded the gun with a click and said.
Javier and Lenny gave the three of them a reassuring gesture, indicating that they could trust them with their backs.
Arthur took down the repeating rifle that Dutch had given him before from his horse, and followed Dutch with Brandy.
"It seems that it is easiest to go down the same path as Bill and Micah," Dutch said to Arthur as he followed the traces made by Bill and Micah, " Like you said, revenge is a luxury we cannot afford."
Arthur looked a little surprised: "Ha, I thought you might not agree with me."
"Arthur, Arthur, don't you believe me at all?" Dutch said in shock, "What we need now are supplies, equipment, and a way out. Everything else, including Colm, will Not in a hurry."
"Okay." Arthur agreed.
Dutch actually saw the current situation very clearly: "We have enough bastards to deal with. The police, bounty hunters, and Detective Pinkerton, they all want to tear us alive, and now, if we don't give it to the police, If Ermu is even a little bit more powerful, our foothold here will be in question."
"At least we have recruited new people. From this point of view, the gang is still thriving." Arthur made a rather cold joke.
"You're right, Arthur," Dutch said, "I'm sure Brandi will be as good a sharpshooter as you and Marston."
"I'm still far away." Brandi said modestly, habitually.
"Excessive modesty is just showing off, kid." Arthur laughed.
"Keep your voice down," Dutch whispered, "You want to alert them all, right?"
While talking, the three of them had already walked down the mountain along the rugged mountain road and descended to a gentler hillside.
Arthur looked at Dutch, who was walking at the front, and whispered to him: "Maybe I should be at the front. They will definitely shoot at you desperately."
"They haven't hit me yet." Dutch snorted disdainfully.
"Yes," Arthur did not deny this, but he still did not give up his idea, "but our luck has not been so good recently..."
"Shh..." Dutch interrupted Arthur, "Let's go down first and talk."
Brandi quietly approached Arthur and said, "We'll just try to cover Dutch when the time comes."
Arthur nodded in approval.
The three of them followed the traces through the woods surrounding the abandoned mining camp, walked through the corridors under the abandoned shacks, and took up positions near Micah and Bill, who had long been ambushing nearby.
Brandi looked out at the situation outside the bunker. The members of the O'Drisco gang did not notice at all that there were five more big men in their camp. Those who should be drinking were still drinking, those who were taking naps were taking naps, and those responsible for patrols were messing around. Turn around, but just can't notice a few of them.
"What do we do now, Dutch?" Arthur whispered. "You can let me do it if you want."
Dutch has always been supportive of Arthur's enthusiasm for charging into battle: "It doesn't matter what you do. Do you want to rush in front? Then go ahead."
Arthur nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go first." Then he aimed at the nearest target. The gunfire rang out, and a bright red flower of blood bloomed.
This shot was like a signal, and the next moment, the entire camp was severely drowned by gunfire one after another.
"Guys from the O'Drisco Gang! You're dead, you sons of bitches!" Dutch yelled angrily, and the two Schofield revolvers began to output wildly. The noise was more lively than a repeating rifle. .
Compared to Dutch, the others were much calmer, especially Brandi. Although influenced by the game, he was also full of disgust for the O'Drisco Gang, but it was only to the extent that he had no psychological guilt at all for killing these people, and it was far from reaching the level of blood feud like Dutch. Because of this, he can aim more accurately and shoot more calmly.
"Next, time, slow down."
The world has become scarlet again, and has become slow again. The running of enemies, the blooming and withering of gunfire, and even the trajectory of bullets can be traced. Brandi tilted his head slightly and found that Arthur next to him was the only one who was not affected. His rate of fire was still terrifying and his marksmanship was still accurate.
"It's the same type of stand-in." Brandy made a joke in her mind that only she could understand, and shot away the members of the O'Drisco Gang who were standing on the abandoned water tower.
Arthur, who originally wanted to get rid of the Austrian gangster, was slightly surprised, then smiled with relief, turned the gun, and shot away an Austrian gangster who was hiding in the hut and shooting.
After clearing out some people, the five people spread out and began to harvest the lives of the enemies one by one. There are more than a dozen members of the Austrian gang staying in this camp, all of them are ruthless robbers who kill without blinking an eye, but now they are occupied by five people and six guns - Dutch only uses his two Schofield revolvers - - Beat like a lost dog.
This is what Dutch calls a Van der Linde gang-style battle—always fewer versus more, always invincible. Although less than half of the members of the Van der Linde gang are truly considered combatants, these few people are capable of gaining the upper hand against enemies that are several times or even dozens of times their size, and even in the worst case, they can escape intact . The secret to being able to do this is actually very simple, that is, the Van der Linde Gang never collects waste.
This battle did not last long. When there was no longer a member of the O'Drisco gang who could breathe in the camp, many people on the Van der Linde gang did not even consume all the bullets in a magazine. These guys are just a bunch of trash who have only learned how to pull the trigger and then walk around with their own fire sticks.
No more retaliatory gunfire was heard. Bill put down the flat-top gun and said, "I think we're all settled now."
"Search these corpses and don't leave behind anything that can be taken away!" Dutch ordered. Under the current environment where gangs are short of money and food, there is naturally no problem with their conscience if they take some things from dead people to supplement their family income - after all, where do a group of desperadoes have any conscience?
"Is there anyone you know among them, boss?" Brandy asked as he fumbled for some bullets from a corpse.
"Of course not. Colm never cares about his men, he only cares about the number of people. As long as he can ride a horse and shoot, he can join." Dutch said with great disdain. This was the second reason he hated Colm O'Driscole.
Just as they were searching vigorously, suddenly, the messy and intensive sound of horse hooves came from outside the camp, accompanied by scattered gunshots.
"Be careful, guys! There are a lot of people coming from the forest!" Dutch reminded loudly.
Several gun-wielding riders were the first to spring out of the forest. On the Van der Linde gang, five people shot almost simultaneously. These riders were separated from their horses in an instant, and some even fell to the ground and never stood up again.
Brandi activated the Eyes of Death again, and the world slowed down for him again. Then, with another precise shot, another Ogang rider who was not afraid of death was put in the head with a bullet.
After the shot, Brandy immediately hid his body behind the bunker. The side effects of the Death Eye came, and he felt so dizzy that he could hardly control his desire to throw himself to the ground.
After drinking a bottle of snake oil he had just found, Brandi shouted loudly: "Boss, there are too many of them, what should I do?"
"Arthur, what do you think?" Dutch didn't answer Brandy directly, but threw the question to Arthur, "Should we hold on here or rush out and fight them?"
Arthur sneered. In addition to being fierce, this smile was also more confident.
He suddenly fired three shots at an extremely fast speed, and these three shots penetrated four heads without any bias. Arthur answered Dutch and Brandy's questions while changing bullets for his repeating rifle:
"If you ask me, we will fight these sons of bitches!"
