Legendary!Legendary!Legend!I don't even know how I got the title!

With a smile on his face, he sold batches in his heart.

Although Jacob's words are conclusive, he still has no words in his heart. You must know that in the tasks released by the system, he is only required to obtain the title of hero within half a year, and there are no other useful clues. And the only clue to him now is the literal meaning of the title, the name that has been sung. There were no other clues at all.

Looking at these onlookers of Rose Creek, and then at Richard Harding, who looked at him with adoring eyes, Jacob sighed in his heart: The only thing I can do now is to use all means to let more people know about me. Newspapers, novels, radio, films, television...... I want to try everything that can be promoted, all the media that can expand my popularity! Not just for the sake of the system...... It's just that in the 1860s, the only forms of entertainment in the United States were novels and newspapers!

"Oh, Harding, you're fine......"

Jacob hugged Harding, patted Harding's shoulder excitedly, and praised, "You lucky guy!"

"Mr. Fry, I ......"

If there was a hole in the ground, Harding would be able to jump into it in no time. He was both touched by Jacob's concern and ashamed of his cowardice.

"It's okay! In that case, you're lucky enough to survive and survive. You know, after the shootout, we inspect the corpses on the ground, and we're afraid to see you...... It's really good that you're okay!"

Jacob never knew that he could pat a man on the shoulder, and when he said such a fleshy thing, the whole person felt bad, his face stiffened, and the hand on Harding's shoulder was even more itchy.

"Harding ......"

After the first few warm words, Jacob looked directly into Harding's eyes and said, "After the ambush in the afternoon, you must have also understood the danger of this duel...... Harding, I just don't know if you still have the guts to follow me to the Bronk again and complete your first and the world's first shootout...... And then we'll go down in history together!"

Although Jacob's agitation method was very clumsy, Harding was still too young and cared too much about the temptation of leaving a name in history, so he directly blurted out: "Go! How can you not go? I believe that Mr. Frye will be able to do the right thing for heaven and destroy all the hands of death and his lackeys!"

"Good!"

Jacob laughed and said, "Then let's go!Mr. Donald, then we'll see you again!"

Donald smirked and said, "Mr. Fry...... My brothers and I were injured the other day. I really wanted to see Mr. Fry, but I couldn't help it. ”

"Weakness?!"

Jacob complained in his heart, "I see you eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling and smoking, but you didn't delay at all! And what are you going to do when you gathered just now? I'm afraid it wasn't Harding who called the police and wanted to save us, right? It's against those golden cuties!"

"Why don't I get some of the Rose Creek cops to come with you?"

"It's okay! I'm not familiar with them, so there's no way to cooperate, so forget it!"

Gone with these cops from Rose Creek?

Jacob didn't have a bad brain.

Not to mention how to calculate the name after killing the Hand of Death and the Wade Brotherhood, is Jacob assisting the police, or is the police assisting Jacob? Take it all, or give it to the police in Rose Creek?

If that's all there is to it.

The point is, can these cops be trusted?

Can Jacob believe that they have nothing to do with the Hand of Death?

Jacob was not convinced.

If these policemen turned against him and attacked him with their backhands during the shootout, then Jacob would not have turned a blind eye at that time.

And the system's mission says that he should kill Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death.

What if Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death, died at the hands of these cops?

Can the system count Jacob teaming up to complete the mission?

For the sake of his sexual well-being, Jacob could never take such a risk. And even if it's Eve, Jacob doesn't plan to let her interfere. Jacob can't afford to take such a risk!

Jacob and his party drove back on the road to Bronque.

Only this time Jacob was neither driving nor riding, and he was now lying in the caravan that still smelled of corpses, squinting and pretending to sleep. From the time of crossing to the present, Jacob has hardly slept a single night. The first night was after the battle with Glinton, and he spent the night in the wilderness and had no sleep. Last night I was still in the wild, guarding the campfire and watching the night, and I still didn't sleep all night.

Even if Jacob is beaten with iron, he can't bear it.

And there will be a hard battle tomorrow, if he doesn't have a good rest and recuperate, then there will be no duel tomorrow, he will fall directly.

The sound of horses' hooves, the wheels of the wheels, and the monotonous and boring sound are the best hypnotic sounds. Jacob didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already the morning of the rising sun.

"Grass! I slept so hard?!"

Jacob slapped his face and snapped, and scolded himself in his heart. He didn't expect him to sleep so deadly, and he didn't have any alertness at all. I don't even know who camped in my life. If anyone had ill intentions towards him, he would not know how he died.

"Good morning!

When Eve saw Jacob come out of the carriage, she immediately greeted him with a sweet smile.

"Morning!"

Jacob stretched out in comfort, his bones and joints crackling, as if a long-standing machine had been buttered again, full of energy and refreshed.

"Where have we been?"

Jacob asked casually as he looked around.

It is a small canyon, a typical karst formation, with bare red rocks, covered with fine gravel, and a stream that flows in and out.

Desolate!

Spectacular!

It's like discovering the scenery captured from the show.

"This is outside the Bronk!"

Sophie's voice came, making people listen to inexplicable sadness.

"It's still an hour away from the Bronque...... Others here don't know, it's me and me...... Frequent places to visit......"

Sophie's eyes were misty and inexplicably sad. She touched the scene here and remembered the good old days.

"Hehe......"

Jacob didn't know what to say either.

"Huh...... I didn't expect me to sleep so hard this night...... Originally, in my plan, I planned to arrive in Bronk at midnight, and then familiarize myself with the terrain and set up the battlefield......"

Look at the sky, it's already daytime, and it's too late to do anything.

"Now it seems that we can only take one step at a time, and I can adapt to the situation!"

Shrugging, Jacob said helplessly.