Red Dead Redemption Dawn

Four hours ago.

"John, have you found them?" Frank asked when he saw the horse behind John.

John, who returned to the exit of Twin Peaks Valley, saw the two Franks who were waiting here.

"I found two and executed one." John responded.

"What should I do?" Lawrence asked aside.

"Let's figure out a way to see if we can ask something out of his mouth. Frank, do you know any faster interrogation methods?" John asked Frank on a horse.

"I have a friend in prison, he told me a very cruel punishment, which is to open a hole in the abdomen, then pour gunpowder powder in it, and then set it on fire, the gunpowder will burn his internal organs in his body and make him The pain is unbearable, and the pain will last all day. The victim usually can't bear the pain and begging someone to give him a shot. I feel cruel when I hear it." Frank said blankly.

"Sounds good, friend, do you want to try it? I know you're awake." John pulled the rope that tied him.

"I'm just resting with him, we just want to come here to rob a pedestrian or two. I'm sorry, sorry, we didn't intend to rob you." The guy said with a desolate expression.

John and Frank glanced at each other, and then John dismounted directly, then dragged him down, and then leaned against the side of the road.

"What are you doing? No! No!"

Unbuttoned his clothes, then took out a few bullets, cut off the warhead with a dagger, put it aside, and then put the dagger against his belly button and asked Frank back.

"Is this the location?"

"That's right, that's it. Make an opening for him."

"No! No! I said! I said everything!" The guy felt that the dagger was still starting to cut through the skin of his abdomen, so he said with a terrified expression.

John dropped the dagger and grabbed him by the collar.

"I have a punishment ten times crueler than this, and I promise that you will still be alive in the end, living in pain."

John asked him softly, "Do you want to experience it?"

"No, I don't want to." The guy shook his head in fear.

"Very good, what's your name?"

"Lane."

"Listen, Ryan, I don't want to kill you, and I don't want to torture you in the way I know. I don't take pleasure in killing people, but if you lie, I'll let you know, I will, understand?"

"Understood." Looking at John's expressionless face, Ryan nodded quickly. The cut on his abdomen told Ryan that this guy could really do anything.

"Very well, tell everything from the beginning." John let go of him and said condescendingly.

"We are from the Mickey Gang, our boss got the news that you will pass through Devil Ridge so he wants to eat you..." Ryan began to tell the whole plan honestly.

After listening to the whole plan, John asked him to narrate it again. Although he didn't understand why, he still did it.

After confirming that this guy probably didn't lie, John and Frank looked at each other.

A few people stepped aside.

"What are your plans?" John asked.

"What about you? Do you have any suggestions?" Frank asked rhetorically.

"Since they are divided into two teams, we think we can eat them." John said after thinking for a while.

"Will it be too dangerous?" Lawrence said worriedly, even if there were more than 30 gunmen scattered, there would be a dozen teams.

"Do you have a choice?" John asked back.

"Tell me about your plan."

"How many shooters do you have?" John continued to ask.

"Fifteen including you," Frank said.

"We can hit their main force with firepower, and the guys they find temporarily won't be as desperate as the core members of their gang. We just need to plan well and not let them go back to support the first time," John said. Come up with your own judgment and new questions.

"Just let them go according to plan." Frank had been observing the environment here after hearing John's suggestion, and then continued.

"Their first team will rush up to consume first, and the second team will rush out to defeat us in the battle situation. As long as their first team arrives a little farther away from them, then even if they want to go back to support, they will need more than ten. Minutes. Under the ambush, enough time for my crew to kill them."

"How to get them to a farther position?" John asked.

"Normally we would set up the camp around four o'clock, but we built the camp ahead of time, right here, and then waited for the position of the two teams to deviate to a certain extent, and then we attacked first." Frank said.

"You mean to make a few fake camps?"

"Well, the main force will wait in the back first. Let's create a few fake camps first, find a few more courageous people, and pretend to be gunmen or something."

"Then how to ensure their safety?"

"Build a makeshift fort in the center of the camp to make sure they don't get hurt in the shootout. I'll leave all four snipers in the team to ambush here, it's good for sniping, they don't have any hiding spots," Frank added. I looked around at the entrance to this Twin Peaks Valley.

"Four?"

"Well, do you remember Marshall this morning? He is the best sniper in the team. Give him some time in this position, and he can make the group of guys on the opposite side collapse. As for the other three, they can also serve as snipers. The position of the hand creates a certain amount of fire suppression for the opponent during the time Marshall is loaded." Frank said.

"I mean, can you have ten people over there? I've seen the location over there, it's not easy to ambush." ​​John was telling the truth.

"Causes and injuries are inevitable, and they are all conscious, but under the ambush, we should not lose too many people." Frank said.

John looked around at this place. It is indeed suitable for sniping. If there are a few snipers at the height of the canyon, the number of snipers is not a problem.

Not to mention that one of them is still a marksman, but the other side may not be so lucky. Where it is not suitable for ambush, it is equally suitable for sniping.

"Frank, I have a suggestion." John said after thinking for a while.

"What?" Frank asked, looking at John.

"If Marshall is a sharpshooter, it only takes two people to hold this place, and snipers can really achieve a very scary effect in this position. So you can pull the remaining three snipers over, which can reach a larger The result of the battle will reduce a lot of unnecessary casualties, and the environment there is just as friendly to snipers." John said to him after thinking for a while.

"Two people? The other might not be able to suppress when Marshall is loaded and reloaded, which will give them time to fight back. This is very dangerous to Marshall and the people pretending to be camp." Frank shook his head and rejected John's proposal.

"If the other one is also a sharpshooter, then there is no problem. I happen to be one." John said after looking at the suitable sniper position in the valley.

"You? Oh, why didn't I think of that, but you're so young." Frank was surprised.

He estimated that John was very powerful, but he never thought that he was a marksman, after all, he was so young.

"Yes, I am. It's hard to tell what kind of talent is." John boasted like Frank, relying on the system's body value that was more than two times higher than that of ordinary people.

"Well, if that's the case. I've seen Marshall be repressive at heights, and if you are too, then there's no big problem. We'll resolve the battle quickly and support you, you just need to hold on for a while. Time." Frank nodded.

"The plan is ready, let's act now, Lawrence, go tell them the plan, gather all the people, and we will prepare in advance to welcome our new friends who will come." Frank told Lawrence.

Afterwards, Frank and John carefully arranged and changed some plans for three hours, and then just waited for each other immediately.

After the battle is over.

John and Marshall behind the rock on the hill were more than ten meters apart. After killing ten bandits, the guy who killed himself at the end didn't know why.

"Do you know him? He looks like a character." John asked.

The handsome middle-aged uncle shook his head, saying he didn't know this guy.

"Beautiful marksmanship." John praised the handsome uncle who didn't like to talk.

"You're not too bad." He rarely said a word.

"I don't know what happened on Frank's side. He seems to have ended the fight earlier than us." John put away his custom-made bolt-action rifle.

"Let's go down and see if we can find some valuable booty." John said to Marshall.

Marshall nodded without saying a word, and then jumped off the ground with John from a height.

Eleven corpses, and five horses that didn't run too far.

Marshall walked towards the horses that were not scared away, and John had to turn over the bodies.

Coming to the guy who committed suicide, John found a good thing from him.

A gold and silver pocket watch, very delicate, much more delicate than the two John got. It was also inlaid with a few purple gems. It looked very precious. It seemed that he was indeed a character. Maybe this guy was Mickey?

In addition, this guy has more than a hundred dollars on him. His revolver is an ordinary cowboy revolver. Although it is well maintained, it is still a bit old and has no collectible value.

Just as John finished collecting the corpses on the ground, there was the sound of a large number of horses advancing not far away.

Rumbling.

Then Frank and his men gradually appeared in the field of vision.

There were also a large number of horses, all saddled, roughly ten.

"Is anyone injured?" Frank asked aloud as he approached John.

"What about you? Where did they go? It won't happen, right?" John found that seven or eight people were missing.

"We basically destroyed each other, only one left behind and ran away, and two partners were injured, but not fatal, the rest took Ryan to their camp, and things went well, We didn't lose anyone. Haha." Lawrence laughed on the other side.

"We have seven or eight people running here, be careful when they go back nearby." John reminded.

"On the way, I met only four people who escaped. I guess they are almost escaping from Devil's Ridge now." Frank responded.

"The plan is very smooth, you can go and call them over. We will camp here tonight." Frank said to Lawrence.

"Yes, Captain." Lawrence responded and ran towards the exit of Devil's Ridge.

At this time, in the three or four camps, a dozen or so selected civilians also walked out of the simple fortress constructed by the camp. Most of them were relatively young.

They all had some excited looks on their faces, because Frank and John promised that they would each get a pretty generous pay after the incident.

Two hours later, the body of the camp was buried by several people, and the seven or eight people who went out to raid their homes had already returned to the camp and brought back a lot of food and wine.

And John and Frank were eating some fresh roast beef they brought back.

"John, what to do with that guy?" Frank asked while looking at Ryan while smoking a pipe.

"I promised not to kill him, just put him in my car. After I take him back to Blackwater Town, I will imprison him for a year and a half for theft or something, so as to reduce unnecessary trouble." John looked at Ryan, who was teased by several gunmen, said.

"Well, a good way." Frank knocked off the ashes from the pipe. He took out a ball of shredded tobacco from the small bag and put it in.

Then John watched Jo come with Miss Lanslett.

"Sheriff John," Miss Lanslett said to John

"Hello, Miss Lanslit, what's the matter?" John looked at the couple.

"John is like this, you're going back to Blackwater Town tomorrow, and we're going to Strawberry Town, so Ellen came over tonight to thank you." Joe coughed and took out a box. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"John, please accept this gift."

"Yes." John took the box unceremoniously. Then he raised his head and asked Miss Lanslett.

"Can I open it and take a look?"

"Of course, this is a gift for you, you can do it anytime." Miss Lanslit's complexion was much better today than the day before yesterday.

John opened the box. Inside was a jade pendant, which looked very good.

"Thank you, I like it very much." John picked it up and shook it and said to the two of them.

"Then we won't bother you anymore, let's go, I'll take you to see the sunset at Devil's Ridge. I heard that it looks beautiful." After Joe finished speaking, he took Miss Lanslit away.

John and Frank, who were looking at the two, looked at each other.

"Young man." Frank sighed.

Afterwards, Lawrence gave Frank a list and sat down by the fire.

"John, today's harvest is out, do you want supplies or cash?" Lawrence asked

"What do you think?"

"I guess you will generously give the spoils to us poor and toiling gunmen."

"Never expect this kind of thing to happen, because in the end you will always be disappointed."

"Ha ha."

"Because you and Marshall solved a battlefield, the two of you have a good harvest." Frank handed the list to John after reading the list.

"I don't like looking at these things. You can just convert everything into dollars and give it to me." John didn't take the list.

"Well, then I'll settle the bill for you tomorrow."

John decided to pitch a tent tonight because it was too uncomfortable to lean on the carriage last night.