Chapter 15: Ambush
Brandi glanced at the Lemat revolver in Django's hand, which had already entered the firing state, smiled, and said, "Mr. Django, I remember that one of the rules of our competition is that you must not harm the personal safety of both sides of the competition, isn't it?" β
"Yes," Django said nonchalantly, "but in my understanding, as long as you don't shoot your skull, it doesn't hurt your personal safety, just like you didn't kill the counterfeit drug dealer and sent it to the sheriff and still count it alive." β
"You're such an understanding genius." Brandi sneered inwardly.
Brandi then asked, somewhat confused, "How did you find this place so quickly?" β
"Fifteen minutes after you left Valentine, I also set off, and followed you not far behind," Django said, "and of course, thanks to that shot, I could have determined your location, otherwise I would only have known an approximate range." β
"Damn, it's too big." Brandi was a little annoyed.
He thought that he could win the game by occupying the commanding heights of intelligence, but Django immediately taught him a lesson with the experience of a senior bounty hunter, which directly put him in a situation where he could not turn over, if it were not for the bounty duel between the two of them with certain rules and restrictions, and Django himself was not the character to take advantage of the danger of others, Brandi estimated that he was already a cold corpse lying on the ground at this time.
"Okay, okay, you win this game," Brandi smiled helplessly, "but this prisoner has been injured by me, he is not young, I am afraid that he will not be able to stand it if I toss it again, so it is better to let him stay on my horse, and we will go back together." β
"Remember, kid, bounty hunters don't need to show too much mercy to the prisoners," Django said, "and don't think that little trick can be played in front of me." β
"Don't forget, the wanted warrant calls for bringing him back alive," said Brandy, pointing to Benedict Albright's gray hair and the gunshot wound on his calf, "and if he can't hold it on the road, not only will you not get the money, but you will have to give me the money if I win, and you should consider the stakes and whether my proposal is reasonable." β
Django looked at the old man on Brandi's horse, who was moaning in pain, and knew that Brandi's words were true, and that Brandi's proposal, while quite dangerous, seemed to be more beneficial to him.
If you use the words from the ancient East, this is actually a conspiracy, forcing the other party to make a choice that meets their expectations in order to achieve their own goals.
Django didn't know the concept, but he wasn't stupid enough to accept it without doing anything. He gestured with his gun and said, "Give me all your weapons." β
Brandi was stunned and said, "What do you mean by that?" β
"Don't play tricks on you," Django said with his gun still aimed at Brandi, "I'll allow you to work with me to transport the prisoner back to town, but only if you're within my control, be content, if I've been in this situation in the past, I'll have to be handcuffed in addition to my weapons." β
Brandi hesitated and didn't know what to do.
"If you don't accept my offer, that's fine," Django said again, "it's a big deal that we change the horse, and we won't be able to toss the old fellow anyway, will we?" Besides, I could just beat you and bring the old man back, but you wouldn't be happy about that, would you? β
"Alright, alright," Brandi pulled out his revolver from his waist and handed it to Django, "I'll just give it to you." β
"And in the saddle." Django Nunu mouthed, said.
"Big brother, why don't you let me keep a gun for self-defense." Brandi cried with a sad face.
"Less nonsense." Django didn't drag his feet at all, and the large-caliber Lemat revolver in his hand was gently deducted by him, and as long as he used a little more force, this big gun, which seemed to be able to directly hit a person's face into a bloody blur within ten meters, would enter a state of ready firing at any time.
"Okay, okay, don't get excited, I'll give you the gun, satisfied?" Brandi had no choice but to do so, taking off the Carbine repeater rifle from the saddle and handing it to Django.
Django was satisfied, he set the gun in the saddle, turned the horse's head, and said, "Let's go, it's time for this fake drug dealer to confess." β
Brandi looked at Django's back in the distance, sighed, and jumped on the horse, the horse's hooves were brisk, and in a short time he caught up with Django's light chestnut Hungarian half-breed.
"Well, it's a bad thing," Brandi lamented, "and I thought luck was on my side today." β
"There is never any luck, only the experience and adaptability to deal with all the complexities." Django staggered on horseback, his tone tinged with the goodness of a victor.
Brandi scratched the back of his head and asked, "Mr. Django, take the liberty of asking, how long have you been in this business?" β
Django thought for a moment and said, "It's more than a year, it's not very long." β
"Is Mr. Schultz too?" Brandi asked.
"No, he's much earlier than me," Django replied, "In other words, he's kind of my mentor, but we're more like friends." β
"So it seems that you are actually a halfway monk like me?" Brandi said, "What did you do before you became a bounty hunter?" β
"Boy, do you want to know my advice to you?" Django abruptly interrupted the topic, saying.
"I'm listening, Mr. Django." Brandi said.
"Before you listen to other people's gossip, you have to make sure you don't put yourself in danger," Django said, already gripping the handle of a revolver at his waist, "You concentrate and observe your surroundings. β
Brandi also became nervous when he saw Django looking like he was facing a great enemy. He held his breath and slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, his eyes opened, and in his field of vision, the world was clouded with a layer of color, and the color was like a clear blue sky.
Brandy looked around, and noticed that in the bushes and behind the torsos of the trees on both sides of the road, there were shadows hiding in the shadows with repeating rifles or revolvers in their hands, and they tried to avoid Brandy's gaze, but it was in vain, because they could not escape Brandi's eyes if they moved.
"Looks like you've noticed," Django said, lowering his voice, "don't be too nervous, just stay laid-back." β
Brandi also lowered his voice and said, "When did these people show up here?" β
"They're already in place when I came," Django said, "I thought these people were coming at me, but they didn't do it when I passed through their ambush area, and now, they seem to be overwhelmed, and they seem to be coming at you." β
"Coming at me?" Brandi was a little puzzled, he had been here for less than half a month, and it stands to reason that he should not be deliberately targeted by anyone.
But he immediately thought of what he had encountered in the Heart of the Earth before, his own Yellow Sparrow's operation in the back, and the few sneaky guys he had killed near Valentine afterwards, and he immediately had a number in his heart.
"It turned out to be them." A sneer tugged at the corner of Brandi's mouth.
"Looks like you've got a bad gang," Django said with a slight pull off the bolt of his revolver, "what are you going to do?" β
"Throw me my pistol, my other equipment, and my horse, and this prisoner, and give them to you later," said Brandy, "and this is my personal vendetta with these men, and I don't want to involve anyone unrelated." β
"Whether it's involved or not, I don't think you can say it or not, it depends on whether they are willing or not," Django looked around to check the situation, and suddenly began to count down in a low voice, "Three, two, one, take the gun!" β
As soon as he finished speaking, the revolver that belonged to Vlaco HernΓ‘ndez streaked a graceful parabola through the air, and Brandi reached out and held the gun in his hand.
At the same time, gunfire erupted, and countless bullets screamed towards Brandi and Django.
The two men reacted immediately, and as soon as they bent their bodies, they rolled off the horse's back, dodging the bullets that rained down, and the two horses were frightened by the sound of gunfire and neighed and fled, leaving only Benedict Albright, who was firmly tied on his horseback, and he cried for help and wanted to ask for help, but alas, no one cared about his life or death now.
Brandi and Django rolled under their horses, and the two of them began to rely on the torsos of trees and low bushes as cover to counterattack, and the attacks of the enemies hiding on both sides of the road began to be divided, and the pressure on Brandi's shoulders as the main target was greatly reduced.
Django's marksmanship is very good, although the opponent has a cover that affects the field of vision as a support, he can still do every shot without missing, and the special large-caliber Lemat revolver in his hand is extremely powerful, causing nearly twice as much damage as ordinary single-action revolvers, and the lightest person he hits is also an arm or leg that is bloody and almost broken.
Brandi has the Eye of Death, and this ability also has the side effect of helping the user to separate the enemy from the environment, helping the user to better identify the enemy's location, so even though Brandi is not comfortable with the current combat environment, he can still accurately find the enemy's hiding location and kill them before they shoot.
The gunfire continued in the area for less than ten minutes, and when Django knocked down a man and smashed the man's head with the shotgun bullet from his Lemat revolver, the area finally returned to its former calm, and the ambushers threw down the bodies of a dozen of their companions and fled in all directions.
With a revolver in one hand and a short spray in the other, Brandi came out of the woods on the other side, panting, and shouted, "Those cowards have run!" β
"That's right," Django said, standing up, "I thought I could keep them all." β
"It's normal, these guys have always been like this, they don't necessarily have a lot of strength when they fight, but running is always faster than the other," Brandi teased the ambushers as he inserted the gun back into the holster at his waist, he turned his head and saw Django's attention focused on the short spray in his hand, smiled slightly, and said, "You don't care if I live or die, I should always keep an eye on it, shouldn't you?" β
It turned out that Brandy had not turned in all of his weapons and equipment before, but had left a short-barreled shotgun in his saddle pocket in case of emergency.
"Heh, shrewd boy," Django smiled and asked, "how did you get into trouble with these guys?" β
"I wonder if you've heard of Colm Odrysco and the Odrysco Gang?"
"I've heard that the Irish seem to have a lot of power in the Heart of the Earth, you mean, these people are Odrysco's?"
"That's right, I think about it, and only this old thing, Colm Odrysco, will arrange for someone to ambush me."
"What did you do? Is it worth his attention to you? β
"Oh, that's a long story, to put it simply, I ruined his plan for a perfect carjacking convoy......"
As they talked, they whistled and called out to their horses, which, though frightened by the dense gunfire just now, had not gone far, so that it was not long before the two horses neighed and ran to their master.
Django noticed that the counterfeit drug dealer tied to Brandy's big black horse was no longer moving, and reminded, "Let's see if that guy is still alive?" β
Brandi stepped forward, reached out to probe his nose, and said, "I'm still alive, probably because of the pain of the gunshot wound, plus the fright just now, so I fainted." β
"It's okay if you don't die, so as not to delay getting the money." Django rolled over his horse and said.
"Alright, now the spoiler has been dealt with," said Brandi, handing both of his guns and saying, "We can continue what we have discussed." β
Django looked at the two guns that Brandi handed over, shook his head, and said, "You should take it yourself, you were right, you do need guns for self-defense, well, then." With that, he handed Brandy's carbine repeater back to Brandi.
Brandi took the gun, smiled slightly, and said, "I don't care, as long as you feel at ease, don't worry about me sneaking up on you later, and let me put my hands on again." β
Django didn't speak, just a sneering but actually warm smile, and rode the horse towards Valentine, followed by Brandi, and the two walked side by side, leaving only corpses and blood in their wake.
Valentine, Sheriff's Office.
The door to the office is opened, and Brandi and Django, who is carrying the prisoner, appear in the doorway, where Sheriff Malloy, Dr. Schultz, Calloway, and the writer LaVine are waiting for them.
"Oh my God, I didn't expect you guys to come back so soon." Sheriff Malloy stood up and said in surprise.
"Where do we put the prisoners?" Brandi asked.
"Just put it in the back cell." Malloy said.
Django opened the cell door and threw the unconscious prisoner into the cell, saying, "If you want him to be tried in public, I suggest you go to the town doctor to treat his wounds, otherwise, he will die in prison." β
"Of course, no problem, gentlemen," said Sheriff Malloy, "which, of you, wins?" β
Brandi and Django looked at each other, and Django said, "This is what we caught together." β
"That's right," Brandi nodded approvingly, "we've had a thrilling battle. β
"This ......" Sheriff Malloy was a little embarrassed, the first time he was the middleman of the bounty duel, and he didn't know how to adjudicate in the face of this situation.
"I have an immature proposal, and I don't know whether to talk about it or not." The chubby writer Lavin spoke.
"Of course, Mr. Laven." Sheriff Malloy said.
"I think in this case, you can just let the two heroic bounty hunters split the bounty equally, and everyone will be happy, won't it?" LaVine said.
"What do you think?" Sheriff Malloy asked.
"I have no objection." Brandi said.
"I'm for it." Django said.
"It's a pleasure to see you in such harmony now," said Schultz, standing up, "then we'll not bother you much, sheriff, and we'll get out of here after the prisoners and the bounty have been delivered, and it's not too early for us to get out of here, and I think we all need some rest and recreation, don't we?" β
"Of course, Mr. Schultz," said Sheriff Malloy, "thank you for your contribution to the policing of this town, and with your help, gentlemen, I am confident that this town will get better and better." β
After a few polite words to each other, Ravan was dragged by Calloway to the next Smithfield tavern, where he drank heavily, while Brandi introduced Django and Schultz to the town's inn, and the three of them returned to their rooms to rest.
On the outskirts of Valentine, a wooden house at six o'clock.
Colm Odrisko looked at the trembling subordinates standing in front of him with a gloomy face, and said angrily: "More than a dozen people, beaten by a hairy boy and a, what do you say I want you to do?" β
"Boss, we really did our best," said one of them, with a sad face, "but, however, those two men are so good at marksmanship that even if we hide behind cover, if we show our heads, we will be killed immediately, and we will not even have a chance to shoot." β
"Stop talking nonsense," Colm snapped, "each one of you, go out and cut off a finger yourself as an atonement, remember, don't interfere with the shooting, get out!" Don't let me see you again during this time. β
"Yes, yes." Several people cowered and exited the room. After a while, there were screams outside the house.
Colm paced around the room several times, and finally lay down on the bed, looked up at the ceiling, thought for a long time, and muttered to himself: "It seems that you can't expect those wastes to do anything, and it is estimated that the hairy boy is not likely to leave Valentine during this time, and it seems that he has more powerful helpers......"
He got up from the bed again, his eyes were fixed on the old photo again, and whispered: "Is it difficult, do you really want to get to that point?" β