Valentine in the middle of the night, all the lights are out, except for a few scattered wandering lights, which is not normal for a thriving livestock town, but it is not surprising for a town that will soon be swept away by gunfire and gunsmoke.

Valentine, Smithfield Tavern.

In the dimly lit room on the second floor, a figure suddenly sat up from the bed.

With a "snap", the bed lamp in the room was turned on, and Brandi wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, his brain was still a little chaotic.

After pouring himself a cup of rich black coffee and drinking it without hesitation, Brandi finally woke up a lot, but he still couldn't control himself from thinking about the dream he had just had.

He dreamed of a wolf.

It was a giant wolf about the size of a half-sized bison, with a pitch-black body, eyes bright green, cold and ruthless, with a bit of natural wildness, which made people shudder.

Brandi rubbed his temples and thought to himself, "Too many people have been killing lately?" Why do you still have such dreams? ”

He got up from the bed, moved his muscles and bones, and thought to himself: "Could it be that there is also a hidden setting of the so-called honor value in this reality?" Then if I say hello and fish, will this honor value go up like in the game? ”

Although what Brandi is thinking about now is also a serious thing, in fact, there is no point in thinking too much, because it is impossible to press the alt button in the real world to see the time and place honor value, so in the end, Brandi can only attribute this dream to some kind of warning in the dark, and he will have to spur himself to do more good things in the future.

A cup of strong coffee dispelled Brandi's sleepiness, and even when he lay on the bed, he would only stare until the sky turned white, so he dressed and took a few of his sidearms with him, and left his room.

The Smithfield Tavern was now a makeshift quarter, with some members of the Vanderlinde Gang, the Policemen from Valentine, and some of the remaining residents of the town—all men, of course—living in the town, and the wooden floor of the tavern was filled with a bunch of drunken gentlemen who couldn't get off their feet for a while.

He carefully stepped over the feet, arms, and even heads of these men lying on the ground, and the thunderous snoring sound came and went, so that he felt that his ears began to hurt, and the smell of sweat and alcohol from these rough men also smoked him a little whirlwindly, and Brandi felt as if he had walked for a century in what would normally take a minute.

Finally, Brandi, who felt as if he had been through ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulties, walked to the front of the store and reached out to push open the door that was almost cut off from fresh air.

Coincidentally, when Brandi pushed open the small door of the tavern, a rider riding a gray snow-spotted Appaloosa horse came in the palm of his hand, and it was none other than Charles.

"Hey, Charles," Brandi greeted, "is everything alright?" ”

Since Brandi and Arthura returned a whole cart of high explosives last night, and as they were not sure whether the enemy would attack earlier, the Van der Linde gang and Valentine's police and vigilantes began to patrol and scout in shifts, and it was Charles' turn to act as a scout in the middle of the night.

"Some new discoveries," said Charles, who lit up Brandy's face with a palm lamp, "I saw a suspicious tent near Fort Hill, and I didn't dare to approach it, so I came back first, where was Ducky?" I'll have to report back to him. ”

"Ducky should be enjoying the soft bed in the inn by this moment," said Brandi, after a moment's thought, "but I think you need not disturb Ducky's dreams in such a trivial matter, and you can go to the tavern and call Lenny, and bring a few more Molotov cocktails there, and I will be there later." ”

"What do you want to do?" Charles asked, a little confused.

"A little surprise for our enemies, of course." Brandi said confidently.

"Then you are a surprise to translate for me." Charles asked.

"Oh, you call Lenny later, and I'll translate for you both, go ahead." Brandi urged.

In a few moments, three horses sped across the railroad tracks and galloped towards the place Charles had spoken.

"So, you two wake me up in the middle of the night to exhaust and wear down the enemy," said Lenny, who rode on the back of a palomino American wild horse, "but have you ever considered that while we are tired of this work, we will also be tired of doing this work?" ”

"I'm fine," Charles said, "because I'm on duty in the middle of the night, so I sleep well in the morning." ”

"I woke up in the middle of the night and poured a big cup of espresso, and I don't think I'll be too sleepy until tomorrow night." Brandi said indifferently.

"Hah, so I'm the only one who gets hit," Lenny grumbled angrily, "Anyway, Brandy, why do you have to let me and Charles go with you and not bring more men?" ”

"Our gang has always fought more with less, not to mention, according to Charles's description, there are probably less than twenty people in this pioneer camp, even if you pull your hips a little, the three of us will be enough to take it there." Brandi explained.

"What do you mean by me pulling my crotch? Where did I pull my crotch? Lenny argued, somewhat unconvinced.

"Oh, admit it, Lenny, not to mention that Hosea was originally trained to be his successor, but you really don't rank in the gang when it comes to your fighting ability." Brandi said mercilessly.

Lenny retorted: "That's what you haven't seen before, there was an Irishman in our gang, about the same age as you and me, and he was good for nothing but a good mouth." ”

"Oh? So where is he now? Brandi asked.

"Caught," Charles said, "when I was in Blackwater, that kid was so reckless, I often felt that it was a mistake to involve that kid in a combat mission, but every time there was an action, he was always the most active one, and in any case, when this side was completely over, we must find a way to save him." ”

"That's right," Lenny agreed, "we never give up on a companion. ”

"It's such a touching team spirit, I'm almost crying," Brandi joked, "but let's get back to the previous topic, Lenny, didn't you ask me why I only called you and Charles?" In addition to the one I mentioned earlier, there is another reason. ”

"Oh? Let's talk about it. Lenny said.

"Because you two can be invisible at night."

After a brief silence, Lenny said angrily, "How can you, a person with a temperature of 96 degrees Fahrenheit, tell such a cold joke?" ”

"Most of the people who are alive and well with such bad jokes are from our gang, but those people have also taken a punch or two from me," Charles said with a blank face, "Anyway, you should be careful in the future, be careful in what you say and do, Brandy." ”

"Okay, okay, I remember." Brandi said this, but in fact, he kept laughing, holding back his ribs to the point that they were about to explode.

At the foot of Fort Mountain, there is an additional simple camp.

The camp was not big, but it was just a dozen tents and a few campfires, and some of the people in the camp had already fallen asleep, except for the sentry, but many more were still drinking, playing the piano, singing, and swearing.

It seems to be a fixture of planned large-scale shootouts in the Savage West, with pre- and post-war revelry, Viking-style, but also a pure western wildness.

Brandi put down the binoculars in his hand and said, "There are six people patrolling, and the rest should be inside the camp." ”

"That's easy," said Charles, who had already removed his bow and arrows from his back, "I'll go and kill the six men who get in the way." ”

"Well, there's no hurry," said Brandi, holding out his hand to hold Charles' eager hand, "if you kill those guys quietly, won't it be a tiring enemy?" ”

"You mean, the bigger the movement, the better?" Lenny asked.

Brandi nodded and said, "That's right, I guess there must be more than this camp nearby, so the bigger we move, the better, the faster we move, you two come here, let's do this......"

The camp faces the exit in the direction of Valentine, and there are two men who are responsible for the vigil patrol.

Judging by their attire, it is not clear that they belong to the same group, for one of them wears a green scarf and a scruffy cowboy outfit, and the other wears a strange white robe that resembles both pajamas and church robes.

It is true that they belonged to different forces, but now they are united for some reason, to be precise, someone.

"When will your army arrive?" The scruffy cowboy belonging to the Odrisco gang asked. Although the two are still not familiar with each other, they can still talk about it in such ordinary words.

"Tomorrow morning, Lord Allen will lead our most elite brothers and sisters to this place." The white-robed man belonging to the "Seventh Generation" sect replied with a blank face.

"It's worthy of a community of faith, and it's really exquisite," the sloppy cowboy sighed again after praising it, "Alas, it's a pity that that town, what a good place, but it's a pity that it will be gone tomorrow." ”

"Whoever dares to disobey the divine decrees will be burned with the fire of judgment to be cleansed from iniquity." The white-robed man's face was pious and sacred.

The sloppy cowboy said impatiently, "Ah, yes, yes, what judgment, what sin, whatever you want, don't expect me to understand anyway." ”

"Then again, our allies," said the white-robed man, looking at the scruffy cowboy with unadulterated eyes, "we haven't seen your army all the time, and are you really going to judge this town with us?" Or are you just trying to use our power? ”

"Of course I want to cooperate with you, our boss should make it clear to your boss," the sloppy cowboy said this, and the corners of his mouth showed a wicked smile, "You can rest assured, my friend, our army will definitely not miss this wonderful show tomorrow, and our arrangements will definitely be the highlight of this show." ”

The white-robed man's expression was a little dazed, but at least he understood the sloppy cowboy, so he turned his head away and stopped talking.

At this time, a gunshot seemed to come from the sky to cut through the silence of the night, and a bullet containing terrifying kinetic energy penetrated the head of the white-robed man, and the human blood bursting out of the skull dyed the white tent two or three meters behind him with a crimson color, and he also unconsciously took a step back because of this shot, and finally fell to the ground softly.

The sloppy cowboy was stunned for a moment, and then immediately shouted in a rough voice: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! All TM take up arms! ”

The camp, which had been full of laughter, fell into a dead silence at first because of this shout, and then boiled like boiling oil in a pot.

Strange figures in white or yellow robes shouted words or phrases that others did not understand, and ran towards their fallen companions with guns in hand, while the scruffy cowboys, who made up only a handful of people in the camp, pulled out their own matching guns and looked around.

But neither the cultists who beat the blood of chickens nor the gang members who were as cunning as wolves found anything abnormal, because it was dark, and no one could even catch the direction of the trajectory.

Soon, though, they knew what they were going to face.

Just as they were looking around for the person who fired the gun, behind them, a rough and high-pitched battle cry suddenly sounded, although it was impossible to determine the specific ethnic group, but it was certain that it was the battle cry of the Indians.

They all turned their heads in unison, only to see two flames rapidly approaching them behind them.

"Haha, warm up, bastards!" A young black man on a fast horse shouted as he tossed the Molotov cocktail in his hand.

The Molotov cocktail filled with strong liquor struck a graceful arc in the air like a meteor, smashing into the ground full of gravel and weeds, and immediately burst into flames.

The crowd immediately panicked, and the rapidly spreading flames awakened their most primitive fears of being creatures, and they began to run around the camp in a panic, trying to find something to extinguish the fire, but the only wine in the camp was the liquid that could make the fire more difficult to control, and then another Molotov cocktail thrown at the crowd and a few companions who were immediately turned into fire people by the flames brought this panic to a new climax.

The flames are getting stronger and stronger, and there is a great tendency to burn the prairies, and the initiator of all this has gone away.

"That's cool, Brandy," Lenny exclaimed excitedly, "did you see that?" Oh, I don't think you saw it, but you really should look at the faces of those guys! ”

"It's a shame not to see it, Lenny," Brandi said with a laugh, "but I think we'll definitely have a chance to enjoy the same expression tonight." ”

"That's right," said Charles, "and if one has been found, there must be a second and a third." ”

"So, before they come to visit us tomorrow, we'll have to do our best landlordship," Brandy shouted, "quick!" Guys! Let's give a greeting gift to our guests from afar! ”

As a result, the forests, grasslands, and even lonely houses around Valentine were successively flooded by the firelight, and when they looked down from the sky, they looked like bright stars.