Around three o'clock in the afternoon

The calm town suddenly became noisy, and more than a dozen armed militiamen rushed into the town on fast horses, and the hooves of the horses rolled up the smoke and dust on the road, attracting the attention of the merchants along the street, many of whom drew their pistols from drawers and under the vegetable baskets, and looked at the armed militiamen with vigilant eyes.

"Brothers, guys, the Billy Kid gang is starting to kill people in the south, a nomadic spot has been attacked by bandits, 11 people have died, and many more have been injured, everyone has taken up arms and prepared to fight them."

The leading armed militia shouted and rode through the streets, turning over and dismounting at the town's crossroads, where several RCMP officers were already standing under the porch, one hand holding a revolver holster at his waist and a mounted rifle in the other.

"Wu Dabao, shut up for me, this is my territory, it's not your turn to call the shots and tell me what's going on?"

"Sheriff Yan, Billy Kid's gang has done a hack, let's quickly organize manpower......"

"Okay, okay, when will it be your turn to command me, shut up for me." Sergeant Yan, who was in the lead, interrupted him and said to the men in the town who had come up with guns in their hands;

"Guys, this wasteland is full of wolves and murderous bandits, we must carry guns to defend ourselves, but not brutely, first of all, to protect the town, not to be attacked by the bandits.

As far as I know, the Earl has given the order to send the leopard guards to encircle and suppress these vicious bandits, and we just need to cooperate.

Therefore, according to the predetermined formation, you go to your own militia team to report, patrol, or be on guard, and do whatever you are arranged.

Remember to me, you are all militia-trained people, and I don't need to say anything about what will happen if you don't listen to orders when you are facing the enemy, so you should all disperse. ”

Officer Yan's words caused all the men gathered to disperse, and there were forty or fifty militiamen who came to the police with guns to report, all of whom had their own horses.

Officer Yan briefly divided the group and divided the militia into two teams, leading one group of militia to patrol far outside the town first, and the other group of militia led by other RCMP officers to patrol near Songjiang Town.

It didn't take long

Several flatbed wagons dragged the dead and wounded herdsmen to Songjiang Town, the blood stains on their bodies had turned black and brown, and the flatbed carriages carried a strong smell of blood.

The tragic scene of these people aroused great indignation among the people of the town, and they cursed the inhumane "Billy the Kid" gang.

Through the window

Li Fushou saw the short-term riots in the town, but soon calmed down again, and the militia organized by a team of 12 people patrolled the streets, some were responsible for guarding, some were responsible for lookout, and the merchants along the street closed their doors one after another.

A bustling commercial town has been transformed into a heavily guarded military camp in the blink of an eye, and the town's taverns and Fulinmen Hotel have become a gathering place for all the new news.

Songjiang Town is like a hedgehog with sharp thorns, vigilantly protecting itself.

Li Fushou, the Royal Mounted Police Sergeant surnamed Yan, naturally knew that he was an old man of the original Dragoon Guard, who had served as a squad leader, and after serving in the Dragoon Guard for three years, he was relieved of his post and arranged to serve as the RCMP sergeant in a farming and pastoral town.

A mounted police sergeant earns six pounds and 12 shillings a month, which is about $33.6 a month, not counting other extra money, which is considered a good middle class with a relatively high social status.

If you kill a bounty bandit in the middle of a mission, rescue civilians from danger, help recover lost herds, etc., you can get a corresponding reward or thank you money, which is allowed legal income.

As for some gray income, it is not for outsiders.

The Dragon, Tiger, Leopard and Wolf Four Cavalry Guards will withdraw a group of old people every year to replenish a group of fresh blood to maintain vigorous combat effectiveness.

There are many more cases similar to Sergeant Yan, all of whom are the first established Dragon and Tiger Cavalry Guards and old people with strict military training, because the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry Guards are private guards, not the army, and they are not considered to be retired, but are placed in proper posts.

Some of them served as RCMP officers, some as captains of pastoral stations, some as militia captains or instructors, some as tax collectors in small towns, and some entered the state self-government office or city government.

With the rapid expansion of the Red River Valley, there are more than 50 farming and animal husbandry towns dotted around, not including the larger number of tunken new villages.

The total number of dragons, tigers, leopards, and wolves is only 1,600, and they can't even see a shadow in the vast territory, so a new round of expansion is imperative.

Taihu Lake Pier

Mountains of sleepers from the city of the Red River Valley and long railroad tracks from ships were stacked neatly, and a large number of newly recruited road construction workers were on their way to the railway site not far from the town of Songshan to the shouts of the foreman.

Through the telescope, you can clearly see that a solid roadbed running from north to south has been formed, and many workers are still busy with construction.

The roadbed paved with cinders was flattened and compacted layer by layer by heavy stones dragged by healthy horses, and then repeatedly flattened and compacted with fly ash, paved with gravel and sleepers, and finally paved with rails to form.

In the woods

Billy Claiburn put down his binoculars, his murderous eyes showing a hint of caution, his cheek pierced by a bullet, leaving a large and horrific scar, and his face looked somewhat distorted and distorted, more worthy of the name than "Scarface" Ek.

"Boss, are we going to get his vote, Mr. Smith has paid 20,000 pounds for us to kill the Earl of Queensland." The bandits around him looked murderous and a little impatient.

Billy Claiburne turned his head to look at his men, a hint of ridicule on his lips; "Eber, you idiot, it's not such a way to die if you want to die, if you're willing to wait for us to leave, just let it go."

"You mean to say...... Leaving? ”

"That's right, the Red River Valley is like a spider's web, as long as it touches a little, all the other places will be on alert, I bet it won't be long before those elite cavalry arrive, and they won't be able to run if they want to."

"Damn, we only got £5,000 for Mr. Smith's money, Billy, are you scared? Just these cowardly yellow-skinned monkeys ......"

"Shut up, these yellow-skinned monkeys you said killed the wild wolf Bilken, that was in the face-to-face cavalry battle, there was no trick, and the heads of the brothers piled up the noble title of the Earl of Queensland, and their hands were stained with the blood of the brothers." Billy Claiburne roared loudly, staring at Eber with a fierce eye, and then at the other bandits standing behind him;

"It's these yellow-skinned monkeys that you look down on, they make up the most powerful cavalry I've ever seen, don't use your stupid heads to measure your opponents, because it's far beyond your imagination, this is a real army, you damn idiots, bastards, greedy ......"

"Don't be angry, Billy, Eber isn't trying to provoke you." Another tall and sturdy bandit came out to play a round; "We took Mr. Smith's money after all, well, well, I know you're the most brilliant hunter in the wilderness, and we'll listen to you how to do it."

Billy Claiburn's chest calmed down as he looked back at the busy construction site in the distance, and said in a firm tone; "To hell with Smith, let's get out of here and go back to the south, out of the Red River Valley Ranch ranges, I have a very bad feeling that if we don't leave, it may be too late."

"Billy, we have traveled so far to get here, and we only did one vote and then gave up, the brothers feel that it is not worth it, or we will do two more votes and leave."

"No, leave immediately."

Billy Claiburn's attitude was unquestionable, and a hint of caution flashed in his cunning eyes, and he said; "I know that this hellish place, like a hunter's trap, as soon as you step on the trap, patrols will come one after another, wrapping us tightly in it like a spider's web, and we won't be able to leave when we want to, so we leave here and go to the south, where there are a lot of farmers and beautiful women."

"Billy, look......" accompanied by a short exclamation.

In the distance, a well-formed group of elite cavalry wore wide cowboy hats to shield them from the scorching South Wales sun, and in the center of the cowboy hats was a shiny steel insignia representing the Earl of Queensland.

All the horsemen were dressed in dark gray riding uniforms, with a finger-wide belt on their chests, cavalry swords hung on their left side, revolver holsters on their right, and a shiny glossy cavalry spear in the right front riding pouch of a strong warhorse.

A battle flag fluttering in the wind in front of it is embroidered with a fierce leopard mark, which is the famous leopard cavalry.

The cavalry group of four people side by side, forming a long queue of riders, invisibly exuding an awe-inspiring atmosphere.

The bandits looked at each other in amazement, they were all cowboys who had lived on horses for many years, and of course they could see the unusual thing about this elite cavalry.

All the cavalry were one man and two horses, and they seemed to be leisurely and kept a good distance and speed in their advance, and at a glance they knew that both men and horses had been rigorously trained.

Moving like a rabbit, quiet like a virgin.

This kind of awe-inspiring momentum bandits are no strangers, it is the murderous aura condensation that has seen blood, and it is obvious that there are not a few bandits who died at the hands of this elite cavalry.

"Let's go, let's go......"

Billy Claiburn obviously didn't expect it to come so quickly, this surprise was not trivial, and his face turned a little pale and walked towards the depths of the forest.

He swore he would never come to this damn Red River Valley ranch for the rest of his life, it was terrifying.

Even if the militia of the brigade encircles and suppresses, the elite cavalry will be dispatched to participate in it at every turn, which is the rhythm of the death!