Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Everyone who noticed the change in the direction of the train station began to look for cover like crazy. Even Dutch, who liked to charge into battle, hid behind the cover early at this time.
There was an earth-shattering sound on the armored train.
A black spherical projectile fell from the sky and landed squarely on the tall barn at Valentine Ranch.
With a bang, half the house was turned into a pile of rubble.
In the town of Valentine, a short, lean middle-aged man let out a tearing, painful and weird cry, jumped out of the bunker like crazy, and rushed towards the pasture desperately.
"Hey! Come back! Are you crazy?" Lenny, who was hiding behind a bunker not far from the man, shouted, but it was in vain.
The middle-aged man hadn't run a few steps when a sniper on the armored train noticed his movement and immediately raised his gun to shoot.
A terrible wound immediately appeared on the middle-aged man's chest. He shook his body, no longer had the strength to run, and collapsed.
Immediately afterwards, another cannon exploded.
The Valentine Hotel immediately changed from a two-story building to a bungalow. This time, no one dared to run out, because the middle-aged man from before was a lesson learned from the past.
"Bah! Bah!" Lenny, whose face was covered with sawdust, dust, gunpowder residue, etc., spat a few times before he managed to clean his mouth. He asked the people around him doubtfully: "That one just now Why is the old guy so crazy?"
"You mean him?" the ordinary townspeople holding guns beside him said as they shook off all kinds of debris from their bodies. "He is the owner of that ranch. He spent all his life's efforts on those houses. and livestock, so I’m not surprised he had this reaction.”
At this time, on the armored train.
"What are you doing? Keep bombing and level this damn town to the ground!" the leading member of the O'Drisco Gang urged.
"This old antique can only fire two shells at a time, otherwise the barrel will overheat," the gunner said with a grimace as he hurriedly poured the cold water he had prepared on the barrel to cool down the gun.
"Oh, I knew it would be unreliable for the boss to come up with this old thing," the leading O'Drisco member sighed, then took off the sniper rifle from his back and began to instruct other O'Driscos on the train. Members of the Section Gang said, "Machine gunner, you two stand by and protect Old Antique and the gunner. If you see anyone rushing in this direction, shoot them. Others, follow me!"
More than a dozen Austrian gang members immediately jumped off the train, each looked for a suitable shooting point, and began to shoot everyone in the town indiscriminately.
In Valentine Town, seeing the sound of the artillery fire gradually extinguishing, everyone thought it was over. Therefore, the battle interrupted by the artillery fire continued. The two parties who had just escaped from the artillery fire behind a bunker immediately used their most primitive methods to They struggled together in various ways, and these people were no different from living targets in the eyes of the snipers who were already in position.
The sound of gunfire sounded almost hallucinatory due to the distance, but the people who fell because of the gunfire were real.
At first, only the ordinary residents of Valentine and the police fell. This made the cultists think that the artillery fire just now was not intended to target them. Later, the cultists wearing white and yellow robes were also sniped one after another. The hands penetrated the head, chest and abdomen, and they realized that those they thought were the so-called supports were actually the murderers who really wanted to destroy them.
But they had no choice. Their leaders were also in a bitter fight at this time and had no time to issue new instructions. Therefore, they could only continue to fight and continue to fight, even though the situation now has changed greatly.
"Colm has such a big appetite. Not only does he want to kill Brandy and eat this town, he wants to round up everyone here." Dutch raised the revolver in his hand and fired two shots at the snipers. gun, but since the snipers were out of range of the revolvers, it was in vain.
"Arthur!" Dutch suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong?!" Arthur turned his head, dodged a bullet, and with his right hand holding the revolver, he knocked unconscious a cultist who was charging towards him with a machete. He quickly dodged and hid in the Qi asked after hiding in the bunker.
"Have you noticed?" Dutch was forced back to the bunker by the bullets just as he was about to show his head. He said, "The artillery they brought over seems to be an old antique that has to stop for a long time after firing two rounds. However, If we wait until the other side is ready, this town may not be able to be saved."
"So," Arthur asked, "what's your plan?"
"Now, I want you to get rid of that train no matter what you do, do you understand?" Dutch shouted.
"What? Is this your plan?" Arthur shouted in half surprise and half annoyance. "Now, there are nearly twenty snipers aiming at all of our heads, and two machine guns are always ready. Fa, now you ask me to pick up that train by myself?!"
"Okay, okay," Dutch was a little anxious at this time, "I admit, I really don't have any good way to deal with the current situation, but now that Hosea is not here, I can only rely on you. You are our You are the most capable and wise person in battle, I believe you can do it."
Every time Dutch chose to trust Arthur unconditionally, Arthur knew that no matter whether it was a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, he had to brave it.
"Okay, okay," Arthur gritted his teeth and left the bunker, saying, "Damn, God forbid I come back alive."
At this moment, artillery fire rang out again, and a huge hole was blown out of the roof of the stable.
Arthur turned his head and glanced, and cursed: "Damn it, I should have tied up Dutch and Brandy and left this hellish place right then."
He did not hesitate and ran towards the gun shop in the town. This gun shop has now become a temporary arms warehouse. In addition to stocking various types of firearms, there are also many unused explosives and incendiary bottles.
Fortunately, either the members of the O'Drisco Gang who came here were not familiar with the layout of this town, or the gun they brought had insufficient range, and the gun shop has not been bombed so far. Otherwise, as long as they come here, half The whole town would be wiped out.
Arthur randomly stuffed some explosives into his body, turned around and was about to leave, but saw a man in white robe shouting and rushing toward him with a machete. Arthur was thrown to the ground before he could react.
This man in white robe was obviously furious and slashed with great force, but fortunately in this case, his movements were easier to capture.
Arthur tilted his head and easily dodged the opponent's knife. While the opponent was struggling to draw the knife, he raised his hand and gave the opponent two hard punches. The man in white robe was in pain and clung to Arthur. The hands holding the clothes loosened.
Arthur was about to make the next move when the man in white robe who was still pressing on him suddenly stiffened, and with a plop, he was lying on top of Arthur. Arthur, who had just straightened up a little, was pressed to the ground again.
Arthur spent a lot of effort to turn the guy who was somehow dead to one side, and then discovered that there was an extra hand ax on the back of the man's head.
Arthur stood up and saw Brandy fighting hand to hand with another man in white robes. His face was covered in black and gray, and only a pair of bright green eyes were still bright. Although the suit on his body was in tatters and his hat had flown to nowhere. However, his dodge and attack movements are still agile and quick.
"Need help, kid?" Arthur asked.
"No need," Brandy turned his head to avoid the enemy's axe, and hit the opponent's face with an uppercut with his right hand, causing the opponent to take two steps back. He said, "On the other hand, you are not injured, right?"
"Okay," Arthur stood up, sorted out the explosives on his body, and said, "solve it quickly, you just happened to be here, I need your help."
"Looks like he's very anxious," Brandi smiled slightly. The enemy in front of him had just adjusted his posture and was about to pounce. He suddenly pulled out the revolver from his waist and shot through the man who charged with an ax like a primitive man. He turned the gun around the man in white robe, holstered it, and said, "Okay, what do you need me to do?"
Arthur looked at Brandy suspiciously and said, "You seem to be enjoying it."
"It's exciting, isn't it?" Brandi was indeed very excited at this time. He had only experienced such a big scene in the game. Now that he has experienced it in person, he only feels very excited.
Ever since he said goodbye to his steam, it was hard for him to have similar feelings again. He didn't know if this meant that his character had attributes similar to those of a war madman. Of course, he had no time to think about this now.
"The excitement that this kid shows occasionally is really scary," Arthur couldn't help but think, "but after all, it seems that he is really needed now."
"Hey! Hey!" Brandi shouted while dodging bullets, "Don't you need my help? Hurry up! Don't you feel that the sniper's bullets are grazing our scalps? "
Only then did Arthur come back to his senses and said quickly: "If the artillery over there fires two more times, especially if it hits this side, half of the town will be destroyed. I'm going to blow up the train now. You can find it." Good position to cover me.”
"What?" Although Brandy was excited now, he had not lost his mind yet. He said in astonishment, "Do you think this is a movie? Are you Return of the King?"
"What are you talking about in your sleep? What movie? Return of the King?" Arthur looked at him suspiciously.
"It's not important," Brandi said in such a hurry that he even cursed. "Do you know that there are more than a dozen snipers outside now firing cold shots, and there are two machine guns that haven't moved yet. Don't you think that? The two big guys are there for us to watch, right?"
"So what?" Arthur tried his best to look confident and said, "Now we have no other way. Believe me, we can do it."
"You can do that!" When Brandy was yelling angrily, a cannonball hit a house in front of the gun shop, scaring him and Arthur into a cold sweat. The two of them quickly moved away and hid. After arriving behind the Sheriff's Office, Brandi continued, "Do you think you have nine lives like a cat, or do you think I can fight against a dozen snipers by myself? Although those guys are not as accurate as Lenny, but Snipers are snipers, and the sniper rifles in their hands are not decorations."
"I believe you." Although Arthur felt powerless to say this, he still said it.
"I don't believe in myself," Brandy shouted. "Not to mention whether I can protect you, if something goes wrong, I can't protect myself. Who the hell thought of this plan? Did you deliberately let us die? ?”
Arthur was silent. From the time he followed Dutch to today, he had almost never questioned Dutch's plan. Even if he had doubts, he would carry it out without hesitation. But today, he may not be able to experience this in his life. Several battles made him think for the first time, was Dutch's plan really correct? Is it really okay for me to blindly follow Dutch like this?
Just when the plan was at an impasse, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in their ears: "I think you must need other help."
Brandi was startled and turned around to see the cult leader who had made himself a turtle shell. He subconsciously took off the double-barreled shotgun from his shoulder.
Allen immediately raised his hand to stop him and said, "Don't get excited, bounty hunter, I'm here to help you."
"Why?" Brandy asked warily.
"Because helping you is helping ourselves," Allen said. "The situation is now clear and we should stand on a united front."
"But, sir," Arthur interjected, "how do you expect us to believe you? You see, your men are still fighting us to death."
"I will stop them," Allen's eyes were as deep as water. "The question now is, what do you need us to do?"
"There's no doubt we're going to need cover," Brandy said deadpan. "We'd appreciate it if you could distract the machine gunners and snipers while the gentleman next to me goes to blow up the train. .”
"Are you going to die?" Allen's eyes narrowed, and then he sighed and said, "That's all, if you don't do anything, you are still going to die. However, I have a condition."
"But it doesn't hurt," Brandy said.
"If we win, you have to let go of my followers, no matter how many of them survive." Allen's tone was a little more compassionate.
"No problem," Brandi nodded and said, "But you have to stay, after all, you are also one of the masterminds."
"Actually, I am just a victim in this matter," Allen said with a smile invisible to others, "However, after I made this decision, I was already prepared to withstand the punishment of prison. Prepare."
"Deal," Arthur said, took out a tube of explosives from his arms, and said, "Just cover me, and the rest is up to me."
"I will also deal with those snipers as soon as possible." Brandy took off the Carcano sniper rifle from his back, put it in his hand, and said.
"That's no problem," Allen said, strode to the center of Valentine, and shouted, "Faithful believers! Stop! Don't swing the butcher knife at those innocent people again!"
No one knows how he managed to make such a sound in such a chaotic scene. It didn't sound loud or harsh, but it was heard by every "seventh generation" believer present.
Everyone present, whether they were believers of the "Seventh Generation" or those on Valentine's side, all stopped fighting and listened quietly to the words of this weird man wearing iron armor.
"Loyal believers, please open your eyes and take a look. Who is the real threat to all of us now?" Allen continued, "Please take a look at how many compatriots and brothers there are around you. Sisters, fell to the guns of those we thought were allies?"
The cultists wearing strange robes looked at each other and looked around. They found that many brothers and sisters did not die at the hands of the people they fought desperately before, but fell to one bullet after another from the sniper rifle. Some even It was hit by a cannonball, and the body was in terrible shape.
"Don't you understand now? We have suffered terrible deception and betrayal!" Allen's voice suddenly became passionate.
In fact, these cultists who have been deeply brainwashed have long lost the ability to think independently. They only need the right person to provide a little verbal guidance, and they can immediately follow the trajectory led by that person to figure out who the person is. desired conclusion.
Therefore, when Allen said the words "deception" and "betrayal", they agreed with this statement almost instantly, and they all roared and cursed in anger.
"So, what should we do now?"
"Destroy the betrayers and obliterate the deceivers!" The cultists' response was deafening.
"So, what are you waiting for?" After Allen said that, he took off the shotgun from his back and put it in his hand, shouting, "Charge with me! Let the fire of judgment drown those who betray us!"
The cultists let out unprecedented angry shouts and followed Allen to charge forward.
The snipers had seen the fighting in the town come to an abrupt end and stopped taking any action. Now they saw that the cultists were all rushing toward them, and they couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
"Why are you still standing there? Shoot, shoot everyone!" The leading Austrian gang member took the lead in knocking down a cultist who was rushing at the front, and shouted, "The boss's order is to leave no one behind, including those wearing strange clothes. Freak!"
So, the snipers began a new round of harvesting. At the same time, the two machine gunners were also ready, and the hot tongues of fire began to devour the lives of everyone who rushed towards them.
"Brandy! Deal with the two machine gunners first!" Arthur took out the revolver from his waist and started charging in the direction of the train, saying to Brandy.
"Leave it to me!" Brandi nodded and charged towards the train from another relatively roundabout direction.
Brandi dodged sniper fire and machine gun fire and ran all the way behind the ruins of the ranch barn.
This barn had been shot before, and only half of the building was still intact, but it was still a good location.
Brandy climbed into the barn, which was now in a mess, but fortunately the other half of the house still had intact windows facing the railway, and that was enough.
Brandy found a suitable window as quickly as possible, set up the gun, and the crosshair's field of view just framed a machine gunner who was shooting wildly at the cultists in the center.
"Although this is indeed a bit cruel, and it doesn't seem to be authentic enough for those cultists, but, having said that, it is really good to have someone to help attract the firepower of the machine gunners."
For Brandi, a player who is used to playing cards, he has always faced the bullets from the machine gun alone in the game. He has never encountered a situation where he aimed at the machine gunner but the machine gunner did not aim at him. Woolen cloth? Therefore, he even leisurely identified the target, and then killed it with one shot.
A machine gunner fell, and the firepower to suppress the cultists was instantly reduced by half. Allen used his armor to withstand the firepower of another machine gun, and praised loudly: "Good marksmanship! There is another one! Faithful!" Believers! Keep charging! Don’t give the traitors a chance to breathe!”
The cultists, who were originally suppressed by two machine guns and more than a dozen sniper rifles, immediately burst out with unimaginable fighting will. Not only did they charge mindlessly, they even started to fight back against the snipers, even though they had already Many people died, even though their marksmanship was worse than these half-hearted snipers, and even though many of them had fallen on the charging road, they still had no hesitation, because they only had one idea in their hearts, which was to kill the people in front of them. These traitors were eaten alive.
"I never thought that one day, I would actually have respect for a cult leader," Brandi thought to himself as he adjusted the gun position. "No matter what, the next shot will take out the other machine gunner."
The loss of the machine gunner naturally attracted the attention of the O'Drisco gang. The leading O'Drisco gang member obviously had two skills. He almost immediately determined where the shot that took away a machine gunner came from. Come.
He did not give any instructions to the others, because the cultists who rushed over also needed them to deal with it. He just removed the bullets from the gun chamber and locked the half of the barn in the center with the scope.
Because of the angle, Brandi was unable to lock on to another machine gunner on the first floor. Fortunately, the ladder leading to the second floor and the platform of the second floor window were still intact, so he climbed to the second floor as quickly as possible. Lou stood on the platform and framed the last machine gunner in the scope.
The gun fired, and in the field of vision, the machine gunner fell to the ground.
Brandi smiled slightly, and just about to put down the gun, he found that the Carcano sniper rifle that he had made so comfortable slipped out of his hand uncontrollably.
He felt as if half of his body had lost consciousness. He lowered his head subconsciously and saw that half of his body was stained red with blood.
He immediately understood what happened, but his body began to fall backward uncontrollably, and his consciousness began to become uncontrollably trance-like, and the world in front of him gradually turned into darkness.
On the railway, the gunner finally adjusted the artillery to a ready-to-fire state. Just as he was about to fire, a bright red piece of high explosive flew into the barrel without any bias.
The earth-shattering explosion even tore off half of the roof of the nearby train station, and people who were closer to the place were even blown several meters away by the terrifying shock wave.
Valentine and Dutch saw the explosion of fire, and immediately stood up from behind the bunker, shouting: "The artillery has been taken away! Everyone rush! Drive the damn O'Drisco out of here completely!"
At this time, the people burst out with unprecedented passion. They raised their weapons, shouted, and rushed towards the members of the O'Drisco Gang who were still resisting.
Arthur got up from the ground. Even though he had experienced many battles, he was dizzy from the explosion. It took him a while to recover.
Dutch recognized Arthur, whose upper body had almost turned into black, and immediately ran over and said, "Arthur, great job, you really did it!"
"It's not my fault alone," Arthur said while holding Dutch's shoulders, breathing heavily, "if it hadn't been for the temporary betrayal of these cultists and Brandy's two men who killed the machine gunner, Gun, it’s almost impossible to accomplish this.”
"Anyway, you did it, we won, that's the most important thing," Dutch happily punched Arthur on the chest and said, "By the way, speaking of Brandi, how can I Didn't you see him? Logically speaking, he should be faster than me?"
Hearing this, Arthur immediately felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
Seeing Arthur's expression change, Dutch immediately realized something was wrong and asked hurriedly: "Where was the last time you saw him?"
Arthur said nothing, but pointed in the direction of the barn.
The two men immediately rushed towards the half-remaining barn. The people charging horizontally blocked their steps, but they did not stop and instead ran faster and faster.
