Brandi also met John Marston, who had been living in everyone's words until now. As Arthur said, he was scratched and bitten by wolves all over his body, with almost no good flesh left. The scratches on his face were from him.

His face was covered with coagulated blood.

While breathing heavily, John raised his head and looked at Arthur: "I never thought I would say this, but...it's nice to meet you, Arthur Morgan."

Arthur climbed down the rock wall, squatted down, looked John up and down, and said, "You don't look too good." After that, he lifted John on his shoulders.

"That's what I thought," John replied. "I'm freezing to death."

"Okay, buddy," Javier picked up John, "we'll take you home right now."

Brandi stepped forward and pulled Arthur up and asked, "Is this John Marston?"

"Who is he?" John asked.

"Brandy Munny, he's a good young man," Arthur briefly introduced John while carrying him on his shoulders again, "We'll talk about it in detail when we get back."

Javier looked at the road ahead and said, "We can't go the original way. Let's try this way."

Several people chose another gentler road to go down the mountain. At this time, Arthur began to get angry at John again: "Look at how unlucky you are."

"But...it's not." John didn't have the energy to argue with Arthur.

"Look, I told Dutch that you shouldn't be let out." Arthur said in a tone that he had already known would happen.

"Of course you would say that." John said weakly. Maybe it was because the bumps affected John's injuries, and he couldn't help but scream.

"Are you okay?" Javier asked with concern.

"It should be fine..." John said.

"Come on, I hope this road can go out." Javier greeted everyone.

At this time, no one noticed that on the top of the mountain not far away, several pairs of green eyes with shining fierce light locked on them.

"Ouch -" the long wolf howl echoed in the mountain col. Everyone heard this sound, and their hearts tightened. Javier first determined the location of the wolf howl, stretched out his hand and pointed: "Look over there."

Following the direction of Javier's finger, Brandi saw three adult gray wolves standing on the cliff, and their ferocity could be felt from a distance.

"Great." Arthur said rhetorically, but the revolver was already in his free hand.

"I'll lure them away, and you go find the horses. Go quickly! I'll help you lure them away." Arthur handed John to Javier and said.

Brandy and Javier didn't hesitate, this was the best choice at the moment.

The three wolves also came quietly at this time, one facing Arthur head-on, and the other two circling back, one to the left and the other to the right, surrounding Arthur in the center.

"That's right, you bastards." Arthur murmured a curse and suddenly aimed at the wolf in front of him and shot. Four bullets came out of the gun almost at the same time, shooting the wolf's head in front of him to a bloody pulp.

Just as Arthur was about to turn around, another wolf jumped up and jumped on his back. Arthur grabbed the wolf's neck with both hands, threw the wolf out with an over his shoulder, and used the momentum of bending down to lift the double barrels on his back.

The shotgun was removed and one shot almost shattered the wolf's head.

But just when Arthur was about to turn his gun, the third wolf came around to his side, bowed and threw Arthur to the ground. Arthur wanted to tear Arthur into pieces with his bloody mouth.

Out of desperation, he got wise and swung the double-barreled shotgun horizontally, jamming it and almost biting his mouth, and finally escaped death.

But this can only stop him for a while. Arthur is still in a state of exhaustion due to lack of rest, but he does not have the strength to fight the wolf. Once he cannot hold on, he will have no choice but to let it slaughter him.

At this time, dull gunfire sounded.

There was a huge bloody hole on the wolf's waist. It fell to the side and twitched on the snow.

"Damn it," Arthur immediately stood up, shot the still twitching wolf in the head, and spat at the wolf corpse.

He turned to look at Brandy, who was still holding the short spray, and said, "Thanks, Brandy, you saved me twice today."

Brandy rubbed her arm, which was sore from the recoil of the short spray, and said, "It's not a big deal. I was worried about whether you were affected by the shotgun. This thing is really powerful."

Arthur smiled boldly: "Haha, don't worry, kid, I'm not Marston."

"Arthur, if I hadn't been able to beat you now, I would have..." John's defense was a bit broken.

"When did you become my opponent?" Arthur never gave John face in this regard.

"Okay, let's go quickly, at least we have to get out of here before more bastards come." Javier helped John onto the horse and said.

Although the weather is still bad, at least John was found, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. Although his condition is really not good, as long as he takes good care of himself, he will still be a powerful force for the gang.

John said weakly: "I feel a little uncomfortable."

"You're going to be fine," Javier comforted, "It's like... being bitten by a dog."

John seemed doubtful about whether he could survive: "I know a guy who was bitten by a dog and died within an hour."

"You won't die," Javier was still comforting, but his tone became more uncertain, "Not yet."

Suddenly, the howl of a hungry wolf came from above the right side of the three people.

"Up there! The wolf is coming again!" Javier shouted.

"Javier, control the horse, Brandi, and work with me to deal with those beasts."

As Arthur spoke, the double-barreled shotgun was raised. One shot disfigured the fastest wolf, and another shot took away the life of the wolf behind.

Although Arthur's shooting skills were very accurate, the double-barreled shotgun only had a capacity of two rounds, so Arthur had to change the bullets. At this moment, the remaining three wolves had caught up with the team, behind the three horses.

The man next to him grinned.

"Shoot Brandy!" Javier shouted to Brandy while yelling to keep the wolf away.

"It's shaking too much, I can't aim accurately!" Brandy held up the short spray, but didn't dare to shoot at all. Now the wolf and Javier's horse were too close, and he was on such a fast and bumpy horse.

There was no way to aim, and maybe one shot would kill both Javier and John.

"Listen to me, kid," Arthur shouted while speeding up the reloading speed. "Keep an eye on your target, concentrate, don't shake the hand holding the gun, stay calm, don't be anxious, when you do

After reaching this point, close your eyes, take a deep breath and then open your eyes again, do you understand?"

Brandy heard Arthur's words. He vaguely realized something, so he followed Arthur's instructions and kept a close eye on the wolf that was constantly harassing Javier and John, paying close attention to it.

every action.

Gradually, he felt as if the whole world had stopped, and only the wolf was still moving. Brandi felt something in his heart, so he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the whole world seemed to be enveloped in scarlet blood. In this blood, not only the movements of the wolf, but also Javier, John, Arthur, and even the snow falling around him began to slow down.

Only then did Brandy truly realize that he had entered a wonderful realm for a shooter, but he knew that he had no time to rejoice about it, and now there was only one thing worthy of attention in his eyes.

The gunshot rang out, and the grinning wolf looked like it would keep grinning forever, because its protruding snout was smashed to pieces by shotguns, and its body fell heavily to the ground. It could no longer hunt wantonly on the snowy field.

.

"Good job!" Arthur also changed the bullets at this time, and while praising loudly, he raised the gun again. After two almost continuous gunshots, the last two remaining wolves were also eliminated.

"Have you found the other wolves Arthur?" Javier looked around warily.

"No," Arthur replied, putting the gun back on his horse.

"Oh my God." John sighed with lingering fear.

Arthur quipped: "Are you still alive, Marston?"

"It's okay." John replied.

"Ah, I feel... not very good." Brandy pressed his temples a little tiredly. The strange state he just entered seemed to consume a lot of his energy. Now he only feels dizzy, as if he will be dead in the next second.

To fall headlong under the horse.

"Don't you have some salted venison? Eat a piece first," Arthur instructed.

Brandi took out a piece of salted venison from his pocket, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it. He really felt a little refreshed. At this time, Arthur threw a bottle of liquid into his arms and said, "Remember to always have it with you in the future."

This kind of snake oil, the eye of death, that is, the state you just entered will greatly consume your energy in a short period of time, and drinking this can help you regain your energy. In addition, chewing tobacco is also a good choice.

But chewing tobacco will have side effects while replenishing your mental strength. If you use too much chewing tobacco at one time, it will affect your aiming, thereby reducing your accuracy, and this state will take a long time to recover, so, snake oil

It’s still the top priority.”

Javier and John looked over, and they both knew the answer to what happened. In addition to being happy for Brandy, Javier's eyes looked over with envy, and maybe jealousy, while John sighed with emotion.

Said: "You remind me of the time when Dutch taught us two marksmanship, Arthur."

"Yes, it was so wonderful back then." Arthur was still recalling the past in the first sentence, but began to damage John in the next sentence, "At least you were much better then than the unlucky person you are now."

John was not in the mood to argue with Arthur - he had never won anyway, so he just said: "Thank you for coming to save me this time."

"It's nothing," Javier responded, "But so are you, John. That shot in Blackwater Town, and now it's been done like this by the wolf? You've been really unlucky recently."

"Arthur always said... I'm lucky." John said somewhat self-deprecatingly.

"To be honest, none of us are lucky right now," Javier said, "well, except maybe Brandy, who just learned the Death Eye."

"Don't you all know how to do it?" Brandi finally regained some energy after drinking snake oil, and he asked with some doubts.

"No, no, no," Javier shook his head and said, "Although there are not many people in our gang who can jump ahead at a hundred steps, but the only ones who can really do this are Arthur and John, and oh, by the way, Dutch.

The two of them are Dutch's favorite students."

Having said this, Javier was slightly annoyed: "To be honest, Dach actually taught each of us how to shoot, but the ability of the eye of death, in Dach's words, requires the potential of a first-class sharpshooter to learn.

, unfortunately, except for Arthur and John, and you, the rest of us are unlucky."

Brandy nodded, thoughtfully.
To be continued...