[Part1·Six-pounder gun]

"I'm back! I'm back! I'm back!"

Jack Martin shook his hat vigorously and returned to the valley cliff. David immediately went out to meet him.

"Why are you so panicked? Jack! What did you do?"

"Teacher Victor!" Jack was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and handed the reins to Victor: "I killed a lot of bandits! So many, so many!"

Victor was quite surprised: "Are you alone?"

Jack was trembling all over. He couldn't believe that he could accomplish such a feat by himself——

"——Yes! It only takes sixteen minutes! With courage and wisdom! You can crush evil!"

Wen Bucai remained silent, took away Jack Martin's reins, then got on the horse, tried the saddle size, and stroked the horse's neck to find out the beast's temper.

Victor: "Do you have a gun?"

Jack was speechless. He only got back a gun with three bullets left.

Mr. Keogh was mumbling as the Indian took the horse and defended Jack: "That's enough. This is exactly what the prophecy showed - all the necessary items have been gathered."

"I don't understand, what on earth is this guy talking about?" Wen Bucai complained: "How about giving him a sum of money? Send this savior away? I never like to owe favors."

"Let's go." Victor ignored Wen Bucai.

Jack Martin handed the firearm to Wen Bucai and vowed -

"——You can do it! Vincent! If it were you! You can definitely do it! I only have the first shot that is more accurate..."

"Is anyone listening to me?!" Wen Bucai looked innocent, then shrugged and said, "Oh my god! We are talking to ourselves again."

He rotated the cylinder to correct this cavalry pistol, which was tuned by Stuart officers and produced by Remington Company. It was obvious that its previous owner had some astigmatism, the gun's aim was off to the left, and his shooting habits were bad to the bone.

Went.

The alcoholic maniac gently tapped and prodded the front sight of the revolver, and knocked the soft copper nail back into place.

Wen Bucai wanted to shoot and test the ballistics, but he had to waste a bullet to determine the shooting consistency.

"We only have the last three bullets left!" Jack quickly shouted to stop.

"Not doing this would be a waste of bullets." Wen Bucai patiently explained: "This is a necessary sacrifice."

Hearing these words, Victor suddenly raised his head——

——In the smoke mirror, he also saw this scene. It was the scene where Vincent aimed the gun and fired the first useless bullet.

"Bang!--"

The sound of gunfire caused the horses to run in all directions, and the team of four suddenly dispersed. Horses neighed all over the valley.

Jack Martin, who was closest to the rainforest, suddenly felt a creepy feeling - he reluctantly grabbed the reins and tried to lean towards Vincent.

From the direction of the temple ruins, there was an earth-shaking roar!

Amid the campfires in the Perfume Bottle Bandits' camp, thick smoke from the remains of firearms still floated into the sky.

More intense and dazzling fire light shot out from the scaffolding on the fourth floor of the temple!

That's an iron cannon! A six-pounder! A Napoleonic cannon from France!

It flew through the mountains and forests, flew 780 feet away, and flew into the tidal flat!

There were countless flying sand and rocks, and the rock fragments cut off a layer of flesh on Victor's shoulder!

At the same time, the big leader had just put down his telescope, occupied the high ground view, and was sure that Jack Martin was not injured. He was ready to continue firing and firing——

——He is already alone with no helpers. The stupid slaves don't know how to use such a powerful weapon.

He used the power of his soul to separate the gun barrel from the gun mount, clean out the remaining gunpowder residue, and fill it up again.

Turning the gun slightly, the next target of the big boss is David Victor.

"Damn Austrian bitch..."

"I give you the most precious gift! I give you the power of arrows!"

"But you treat me like this! Victor! You betrayed my heart!"

The cannonball flew through the jungle, shattering tree trunks, and landed next to Victor's little brown pony at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!

Victor didn't react at all. The Big Boss was reloading the gunpowder so fast! With [Death Knell] coming to help, he didn't need to open the barrel. He just had to open the barrel to fill the gunpowder, then close it hastily, and he could click it immediately.

One shot.

The fragments exploded by the shelling shattered the horse's head. Victor felt like he had been hit by a siege hammer. He fell upside down into the river beach and soaked in the warm stream. He could not feel the pain for a while, until

A severed arm slowly flowed away with the river.

He couldn't hear any sounds, as if his brain had stopped working and the pain had disappeared.

There were many pieces of meat floating into the distance along with the severed arm, and he couldn't tell whether it belonged to the horse or his own.

"Victor! Victor! Victor!!"

Wen Bucai picked him up, and he finally realized the pain. The Oriental man grabbed his hair and forcibly lifted him into the air.

A piece of rotten flesh slowly slid down from half of his torso, and he was almost turned into a human salad by flying sandstone shards.

"Well..."

There were sobs coming from his throat, and Victor could not speak. It seemed that the decisive battle had already begun, but the brothers were not aware of the potential danger for a long time.

Wen Bucai hugged Victor's body and ran towards the canyon! He just wanted to avoid the artillery fire from the high point of the temple deep in the rainforest. This kind of weapon was too terrifying! In this wild west, this kind of thing is like the weapon of the gods.

roar!

Firearms erase the gap between wizards and mortals, and cannons can also crush evil spirits!

The Remington in his hand can only shoot eighty feet at most, and there is no guarantee that it will hit the head! Even if he can find a rifle, it will never be a match for this six-pounder - he can't compete with the cannon.

Target!

There is no doubt that in this environment of being passively beaten, the big boss is stronger!

The horse rushed into the canyon, and Victor in Wen Bucai's arms kept vomiting blood, and his life seemed to be hanging by a thread!

"Victor! Is Jack coming with you?!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The Easterners can’t figure out the situation at all. The insect juice powder that turns decay into magic is still on Keopup. If Jack can follow

,Then Keogh can also follow...

But if we look back now, we will continue to face the bombardment from the big boss!

Victor lowered his head and saw his blood flowing along the red rocks of the valley——

"——Can keep up..."

He tried his best to squeeze these words out of his throat.

"Following the blood stains...can...certainly can..."

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[Part2·Primitive Society]

Cross the rocks and climb the slope, then walk another 400 feet into the canyon's messy side roads.

Mr. Keogh and Mr. Jack caught up with their horses and whips, and exchanged positions with each other. The reliable Indian uncle threw a bottle of White Lady's solvent. Wen Bucai reached out to take it, but was hit by a ruthless rifle bullet.

Shredded!

"He's coming! He's coming so fast?!" Wen Bucai exclaimed.

Coming from a hundred and fourteen feet away, from the dangerous cliff above the river valley, the white horse carried its owner and the big boss in a frantic pursuit of these trapped beasts.

He possesses all the excellent qualities of Jack Martin, including the marksmanship and martial arts skills of a lord who is a descendant of a gun-making family, hunting skills and Patton stick skills, as well as willpower far beyond ordinary people, and excellent equestrian skills.

Crossing the river valley again and again, flying into the air again and again, he was always like a lingering shadow, raising the Schneider rifle, just like the god of death constantly waving the scythe.

"Vincent! I want you to surrender! Otherwise Victor will die!" The big boss still wants to do business, and he wants to make terms: "This despicable and shameless incarnation killed my cadre! I need help! Like before! Like

Same as before!"

"You work for me! I'll give you a reward!"

The Schneider rifle began to show its power, just like the scene in Jack's fantasy.

Accurate shooting from a hundred feet away, this live-door rifle has a rate of fire that far exceeds the times. Its successor later had a more famous name, Ying Qiqi.

Bullets kept hitting Vincent's soul power! Using high and low, in just one minute, the big boss fired sixty-four rifle bullets! Maybe in the eyes of modern people, this is nothing, but two hundred years ago,

In a lawless place, this is almost a miracle!

The drunkard beat him so hard that he lowered his head frequently, and Vincent didn't dare to fight back! If he wanted to protect Victor, he had to swallow his anger and shoot at the target above his head from this distance? He simply couldn't do it with the scrap metal in his hand!

A suffocating minute, a desperate minute.

The bullet made a sharp whistle as it passed by. Jack Martin could only watch helplessly, watching Teacher Victor getting weaker and weaker.
To be continued...