New Gods of North America

The next morning, Wayne rode his horse to visit Dr. John's clinic and Mr. Fisher's house.

Dr. John hasn't returned from his medical visit yet, but Mr. Fisher returned home from the mines last night after doing some accounting.

After checking with holy water, it was not him.

Then Wayne went to the church and briefly reported the progress of the investigation to Pastor Huck, and then he took Inesa and ran away.

The reason for running away was simple. He simply didn't want to be dragged to the funeral of "Gray Wolf" Freddy, whose body had been kept for 24 hours.

If there is a grudge between you and me, it's good enough if you don't dig up his grave.

I won't give him a funeral.

But Pastor Hake's craftsmanship is really good.

Wayne had shot "Grey Wolf" Freddy twice in the head before, and the watermelon was broken and the juice was spilling. But now the damage seemed to have healed, and his face looked rosy and shiny.

He looks better than when he was alive.

Mrs. William, who runs a coffin shop, was even more amazed at Pastor Hack's craftsmanship. Wayne guessed that she might be thinking of getting one for herself in the future.

Wayne also asked Mrs. William about the sales of coffins, and the answer was as expected: Mr. Stern's plantation had not bought any new coffins in the past two years.

Yesterday, Wayne and Inissa had already searched a large area around the cave. Now that the bodies of the slaves were neither buried near the cave nor properly buried, it would be difficult to find them.

So Wayne went to the town hall and reminded the mayor again, asking him to help arrange for the big landowners to have dinner at his home in town as soon as possible.

By then, we will catch the turtle in the jar. Even if the other party is lying, it will be easier to disprove it than to grope around blindly.

After finishing all this, Wayne hesitated for a moment and decided to first make a preliminary survey of the territories of the three major landowners, and then see which one to focus on.

…

The sound of horse hooves is clatter, clatter, and clatter again.

It was past noon when Wayne and Inissa arrived at the northern edge of Blackrock Town, near the mine owned by Mrs. Taylor.

At this time, the two were eating lunch under the shade of a tree. The food consisted of slightly hard toast and dried meat.

Inessa didn't eat much, then she took out two carrots from the saddle, fed one to the horse, and ate the other raw in her hand.

Wayne looked at her curiously. "Huh? Isn't Miss Inessa from the Kingdom of Windsor? I heard that people in the Kingdom of Windsor don't seem to like carrots very much."

My impression is that before World War II, the people of England seemed to have once been unacceptable to this thing.

"Well, they think it's something to feed livestock."

Inesa answered casually while continuing to chew, "When I was a child in the orphanage, my dream was to eat carrots every day."

Seeing a cloud of dust rising in the distance on the horizon, she took out a monocular telescope from beside the saddle, opened it, and then looked over with a half-eaten carrot in her mouth.

"Who's that over there?"

Wayne asked casually while chewing some jerky. He didn't actually expect Inissa, who had just arrived, to recognize anyone.

Unexpectedly, Inesa actually recognized the person: "It's Mr. Taylor. He was the one who had dinner at the mayor's house the night before last and drove a carriage to pick up Mrs. Taylor when the dinner was over."

What a coincidence.

Little Taylor's full name was Francis Taylor. Because he had the same name as the original owner of the mine and Mrs. Taylor's dead husband, he became "Little Taylor."

After Mr. Taylor died, Mrs. Taylor became a beautiful widow and a wealthy woman.

Little Taylor, Mr. Taylor's distant nephew, became the on-site manager of the mine owned by Mrs. Taylor.

If you want to investigate the mine, he is the right person to look for.

Then Inessa turned her head and looked at Wayne, "Mr. Taylor and his men seem to be in trouble."

What the hell?!

Wayne stood up immediately.

Inissa handed Wayne the monocular telescope and he looked over and saw little Taylor and a lady, two people and a horse, running in front.

Behind them, two men were chasing them on horseback.

He was holding a rifle in his hand and had a bullet belt slung across his body. Smoke was coming out of the muzzle from time to time and gunshots could be heard faintly. He looked murderous.

It's the posture of criminals at work.

"I'll go over and help."

Wayne put down the telescope and blew the whistle, then Chestnut Hat ran over and Wayne jumped on the horse.

Inesa had already walked to the horse by now, and upon hearing what was said she rode off with them.

Because of the terrain, the horizon of this wilderness is about three or four kilometers away. Wayne galloped on his horse while taking out his rifle on horseback, ready to open fire at the first opportunity.

Nowadays, most of the long guns you see in the West are lever-action rifles.

The advantages are fast loading speed. Just move the pull ring under the handle once to complete the replacement and loading of bullets, and the interval between continuous shooting is small. The bullet capacity is not low and the firepower is continuous. It still uses round-head pistol bullets of the same specifications, which is very versatile and people do not need to carry two types of bullets at the same time.

Although both use pistol bullets, due to reasons such as barrel length, rifling and air tightness, the effective range of the bullet fired from a pistol is about 50 yards, while using a lever rifle, the effective range can reach about 200 yards, and the power is also far apart.

Wayne and Inissa were running towards the direction where little Taylor was escaping. The two sides were walking towards each other and the distance between them was shrinking rapidly.

When both sides could roughly see each other's figures, Wayne quickly fired a shot into the sky and shouted to little Taylor, "Taylor! Come to my side!"

Little Taylor turned his head to look in Wayne's direction, hurriedly adjusted the reins, and whipped the horse so hard that his butt was almost swollen.

The two men and two horses chasing little Taylor were still relentless. At this time, the distance between them and little Taylor was about 700 yards, and was still shortening.

When they saw outsiders coming, the sound of their gunfire suddenly became more frequent.

The effective range and maximum range of a firearm are not the same concept.

Whether or not you can hit the target within the effective range depends mainly on your technique;

If the target is hit beyond the effective range, it depends mainly on luck.

After little Taylor rode past him on horseback, Wayne stopped his horse, raised his lever rifle and aimed on the spot.

The pursuers did not show any weakness and continued to gallop on their horses while firing at this side from horseback.

I can only say that our destiny has not yet arrived.

I don't even know where the impact point is.

Wayne's original body was fed with bullets since he was a child. Even Wayne himself had wasted far more bullets in the past half month than the Western average, so he had a rough idea of ​​his current shooting accuracy.

650 yards…600 yards…550 yards…

Wayne aimed at the target with one eye.

At the same time, he counted down in his mind, planning to start the test shooting from a distance of about 400 yards, which is twice the effective range of the lever rifle.

Then my real accuracy advantage is probably between 250 yards and 200 yards.

If it is less than 150 yards, then both sides will be in danger of drawing prizes.

500 yards…450 yards…420 yards…

Gradually apply force to the trigger with your fingertips.

"Bang!"

Before Wayne fired, the target in his crosshairs fell.

???

Wayne turned his head and saw Inissa holding her bolt-action rifle with gorgeous patterns on it, pulling the bolt to change the bullet, and then aiming the gun again.

Shit, how could I have forgotten this.

The disadvantages of bolt-action rifles are that they generally require the use of special pointed bullets, which are not compatible with pistol bullets; the magazine capacity is generally only five to seven rounds, which is as weak as a pistol; when shooting, you have to pull the bolt one by one, and the continuous firing speed is also very slow.

But even without mentioning the mysterious-looking special gun in Inissa's hand, even an ordinary bolt-action rifle generally has an effective range of 400 yards.

Shooting at long distances with the lever-action rifles commonly seen in the West is like using a sniper rifle to bully a small bee.

Unfortunately, this thing is not a common product in America and is not easy to get.

After the two guys over there fell down, Wayne was about to ride forward with his gun in hand. While swinging the reins, he couldn't help but glance at the guy in Inissa's hand twice.

I don't know how to follow her path.

Do you have a chance to play it yourself?

…

The two captured criminals were still fighting back at the beginning.

Wayne and Inessa maintained suppressive fire along the way. Finally, after one of them fell to the ground and the other dropped his gun in surrender, Inessa stopped her horse at a distance, holding her gun and aiming at the other party from behind to be vigilant.

Wayne continued to ride closer on horseback with a gun in hand, then searched the man, disarmed him, threw out the handcuffs, and forced the surrendering man to handcuff his own ankles.

With the lessons learned from the previous "Grey Wolf" Freddy,

This time, Wayne took out some holy water and let the other person drink a sip. He then checked the other person's mouth and the tightness of the shackles, then threw out the medical kit and asked the other person to sit on the ground and bandage himself.

Inissa's shooting skills were quite merciful, and she usually hit the opponent's shoulders, hands, feet, etc.

Bolt-action rifles have strong penetrating power. When the bullet does not hit the bone, it will only leave a hole, which is relatively easy to treat.

If the bone is hit, it will basically be broken, but there is still room for rescue.

Wayne's personality is a little different.

For example, if a real vicious criminal raised his hands and surrendered obediently as soon as he saw Wayne, then even if the other party was unforgivable and had committed a heinous crime, Wayne felt that he basically could not bring himself to execute the other party on the spot.

I would probably choose to be a sissy and take the trouble to bring the other person back, and then send him to the gallows or something like that.

But if the other party dares to fight back, Wayne will not be polite.

Not only will they choose to start a fire decisively,

You also have to aim specifically at the vital points.

Even after becoming a corpse, Wayne now has to drink a mouthful of holy water before he feels at ease.

——I’m not Batman. We ordinary people don’t want to be sent to a mental hospital.

I wish I had a bundle of explosives so I could blow all the bad guys to pieces and not leave any grudges behind.

After seeing that everything was settled in the distance, little Taylor came back alone on horseback.

After he got off the horse, he immediately raised his boots and kicked the prisoner in the face with the soles of his shoes, and then started punching and kicking him while cursing.

The parties involved in the case tend to become emotional when facing the criminals.

Wayne expressed his understanding.

After little Taylor got tired of fighting, Wayne handed him his water bag and let him rest for a while. If he wanted to continue fighting later, Wayne would not stop him.

However, after Little Taylor beat the other person up, he seemed to have calmed down and left the other person there to continue bandaging him.

Then he put his arm around Wayne's shoulders affectionately, as if he were his half-brother:

"Wayne, it's a good thing you showed up in time today, otherwise I would be in trouble. When I was electing the sheriff, I voted for you, and it turned out to be the right choice."

"Bullshit," Wayne gave him a displeased look, "You are not a formally registered resident of Black Rock Town, so you have no right to vote at all."

“Hahahahahaha.”

The smile on Taylor's face remained unchanged. "That's not important. What's important is, Wayne, you have won my friendship once again. I owe you another favor."

"Two."

Wayne raised two fingers and smiled:

"Dear Mr. Taylor, you don't want Miss Greenspan's father to know that you are secretly dating her, right?"