mijobooks Chapter 31 The Boy Who Cried Wolf
Chapter 31 The Boy Who Cried Wolf
Fang Jianqiu arrived at the entrance of Beigu Valley once again.
He did not choose to ambush the still-bleeding wooden watchtower.
Although the view there was expansive, the space was too cramped.
Once the firefight begins, with a dozen guns firing simultaneously, he won't even have anywhere to hide.
Fang Jianqiu led his horse around the valley entrance, his gaze finally settling on a pile of rocks on the left side of the road.
This pile of rubble was about fifty meters from the main road, within his sure-fire range.
The most wonderful thing is that behind the pile of rocks is a dense thicket of bushes, and beyond that is a continuous black pine forest.
It's difficult for horses to charge into this terrain.
If things go wrong, Fang Jianqiu only needs to duck back, like a fish entering the sea, and the cavalry's advantage will instantly turn into a disadvantage for the rifle team.
Fang Jianqiu took a short stroll into the depths of the woods, then returned to the pile of rocks.
He found a comfortable position to lie down, propped the two Winchester rifles on the rock, and hid the candy doll that Xiaolin had just left him in his arms.
Everything is ready.
......
Meanwhile, at the South Valley Pass.
Rifleman White is indeed quite famous; his face alone is his passport.
Upon seeing White's distinctive bearded face, the overseer at the South Valley entrance immediately opened the heavy wooden door without even asking a question.
"Hey, Captain White! What brings you here?"
The foreman who opened the door offered him a cigarette with a fawning smile.
White didn't take the cigarette; he simply sat on his horse, surveying the surroundings from his elevated position.
"Enough with the nonsense. What's the situation inside? Is that fat Hans still alive?"
The foreman paused for a moment, then scratched his head:
"Well... we don't know either. We didn't move all night. But we heard gunshots earlier, it was quite a commotion."
"Hmph, I knew it would be like this. A bunch of good-for-nothings who just want to eat and wait to die." White spat impatiently.
He turned around and shouted to the team members behind him:
"Let's go! Straight to Hans's estate! Let's see if he's still alive! If he's dead, we'll have to negotiate a price with his heirs!"
"clear!"
A dozen burly men behind him echoed in unison.
Everyone took off their rifles from their backs, held them in their hands, and placed their fingers on the trigger guards.
That lazy atmosphere vanished, replaced by a chilling aura.
"drive!"
The cavalry started moving again, their hooves thundering.
They hadn't gone far when they passed the dirt road they had come from.
Several corpses lay scattered on the road; they were the overseers that Fang Jianqiu had taken care of.
White raised his hand to signal, and the horse team slowed down slightly.
"alert!"
The cavalrymen immediately scattered, warily looking around.
White rode his horse over to a corpse and glanced down at it.
"Wow, that was a really hard shot."
Those supervisors were basically all wildly imaginative; the blood that flowed out hadn't even completely coagulated yet.
"It seems this riot is quite different."
The burly man next to him grinned, showing no fear whatsoever; instead, he became even more excited.
"I thought it was going to be another bunch of pigs that only know how to chop sugarcane! That would be more fun! What's the point of killing those crying piglets?"
"Exactly! This time we're definitely going to have a good time!"
The others joined in the commotion, each one eager to get started, as if what awaited them was not danger, but a carnival.
"Hehe, don't get too excited."
White sneered:
"Hold your gun steady, don't let this go wrong. If this rabbit can bite, it means it has some teeth. Alright, hurry up, don't keep our employer waiting! If we're too late, the body might be cold by then!"
White took the lead, no longer paying attention to the corpses, and with a flick of the reins, charged towards Hans Manor without stopping.
They were clearly not new to this plantation; they knew the shortcuts and easy paths like the back of their hand.
Before long, the brightly lit white building came into view.
"Phew, we've finally arrived."
The burly man looked at the house and sighed:
"Every time I see Hans's manor, I can't help but want to rip him off. How much would it have cost to build that?"
At first, the riflemen were chatting and laughing, joking with each other about Hans, that fat guy.
But as they got closer to the manor, their expressions gradually changed.
A smell wafted through the air.
That was the smell of blood.
It's very rich and fresh.
These guys, each with several lives on their hands, are incredibly sensitive to this smell.
Without White even giving an order, everyone immediately slowed their horses down, and their previous joking expressions vanished instantly.
Several experienced riders didn't even need to be reminded; they simply pulled a simple leather breastplate from their saddlebags and quickly put it on.
"Shit! The smell of blood... and we're still quite a distance away!"
One of the cavalrymen sniffed and frowned as he spoke.
"How many people would have to die to produce this strong smell?"
White's face was grim, his eyes fixed on the manor gate, which was quiet and there wasn't even a gatekeeper in sight.
"The usual rules!"
He shouted without turning his head.
"The three in the lead, spur your horses to top speed and go for a lap. The rest of you provide cover!"
Three horses immediately rushed out from the procession.
The three foreigners on horseback were all wearing thick leather breastplates, or even metal breastplates, on their upper bodies, and wide-brimmed hats on their heads.
They crouched low, almost lying on the horse's back, minimizing their exposure to bullets, and squeezed the horse's belly with their legs, pushing the horse to its maximum speed.
"Giddy up! Giddy up!"
Three horses swept toward the manor gate like a whirlwind.
The remaining men, under White's command, quickly spread out in a fan shape, raised their rifles, and aimed at every corner of the manor, especially the windows and rooftops where there might be ambushes.
The three scouts quickly rushed to the entrance of the manor.
By the light from the entrance, they could clearly see the horrific scene on the lawn behind the iron gate.
"Oh, God..."
"Fuck! This is too tragic!"
As they galloped away on horseback, they couldn't help but hurl profanities at each other.
The lawn was littered with corpses; some were headless, some had severed arms, and some had their intestines spilling out.
They quickly circled the manor, and only after confirming there were no obvious ambushes did they turn their horses around and return to the main force.
"Boss."
One of the scouts reined in his horse and came up to White:
"All those security guards are dead."
"I recognized one of them, but his death was so...so gruesome, I'm not sure."
The report was very simple, just one sentence: They're all dead.
White nodded, accepting the result expressionlessly.
Although he was mentally prepared, the fact that the entire enemy force was wiped out still surprised him.
"Let's go take a look!"
White waved his hand, leading his team slowly closer.
The entire rifle squad finally entered the manor gates.
As soon as they entered, everyone dismounted. They weren't worried about an ambush, because the reconnaissance they had just conducted had confirmed that there was no way anyone could hide in the vicinity.
The only place where people could hide was that Western-style building.
Several of them, carrying rifles, kept their eyes fixed on the windowsills and doors of the Western-style building. Any slight movement, even a cat jumping out, would be instantly riddled with bullets.
White led the rest of the men through the iron gate.
As soon as they entered the iron gate, someone recognized who the guy who looked "somewhat familiar" was.
It was Tom.
This white guy often drinks and brags with them, and his racist remarks get along well with this group.
"Fuck! How did these guys all die such horrible deaths?"
The burly man walked over to Tom's body and kicked it.
"Especially Tom... Look at him, did he get bitten by a bear?! His face is all smashed up! And his arm, it's broken in two!"
"Was he shot dead with a shotgun pointed at his head?"
Another team member looked at a corpse with a blown-out head next to him and frowned, saying:
"That huge hole... I don't recall Winchester's sissy gun having that kind of power! That would have to be at least a Bison gun or a large-caliber shotgun!"
Compared to the team members' astonishment and discussion about the security guards' deaths, White was more concerned about something else.
He pulled the scout aside and asked:
"Did you see any other bodies when you went around? I mean, the bodies of the piglets."
"That's all." The scout shook his head. "That's all."
"Fuck..."
White cursed, his brow furrowed:
"Did they wipe out all these useless people without killing a single one of them? Or did the other side take the bodies away?"
In either case, it shows that the opponent is indeed not simple.
White was finding himself in a bit of a predicament.
"Alright! Stop looking at dead people! Dead people aren't going to jump up and bite you!"
He told his men to stop paying attention to the rotten flesh.
"We're going into the building! Everyone, stay alert! If anyone slips up, I'll take their compensation money and use it to buy alcohol!"
After a series of cautious and skillful tactical maneuvers, they finally stormed into the Western-style building.
The first floor was deserted, only a mess.
They finally saw the owner of the manor on the first floor.
White looked at the fat man's gruesome death and smiled sinisterly.
"This is blatant revenge."
He looked around at the smashed wooden doors:
"This is finally getting interesting. It seems we've encountered a wolf, not a rabbit."