Luck in the world always happens unexpectedly, and few people can grasp it; The calamities of the world may be late, but they are never absent.

When the sun's rays illuminated all of Valentine's rooftops, Allen, the second largest figure in the "Seventh Generation" sect after the sect's leader, Virgil "Shepherd" Edwards, dressed in black robes and rough iron armor, arrived in a party of more than 100 people to the town that was about to be swept away by the war.

He didn't get a good night's rest last night, and neither did the men behind him. Their original plan was to travel overnight and camp in the second half of the night to rest, but when they arrived at the pre-selected camping site, they found that the vanguard sent out in advance to reconceit the situation and set up the camp had been severely damaged, and although there were not many deaths, the tents that had been arranged mainly for their main force had been burned clean, and only a few poor fragments and those who were as pitiful as the fragments, charred or smoked to black charcoal, were left in the large black ash.

There were no tents, no relevant backup plans, the team of more than 100 people could only lie on the ground on all fours, without beds, and there was no shelter on their heads, although the lawn was soft enough, but from time to time there would be rocks on their bodies, the smell of burnt smell of the abandoned camp close at hand, and even though it was late spring, the wind in the middle of the night behind the grassland that was still freezing still made them miserable, and one of the older members of the church even had a sudden stroke because of this, and everyone woke up one after another in the early morning. The corpse of this old man, who was extremely religious in his teachings, was cold.

The loss of the camp made Alan realize that the enemy he faced this time must be difficult to deal with, and all indications indicated that this town must have come to reinforcements, because under normal circumstances, a sheriff who only knew how to maintain the internal security of the town would only retreat in the town and wait for the bullets to ravage his town when he encountered a similar danger, and would never take the initiative to attack.

And now, looking at the tired appearance of his subordinates, Alan only wondered in his heart whether there would be anything wrong with His Excellency the Shepherd's decision this time, but he immediately put this extremely dangerous idea behind him.

In the "Seventh Generation" sect, disobedience to His Excellency the Shepherd, even worse than blasphemy against the Goddess, is punishable by the harshest and most extreme punishment in the Church, so it is better not to even think of it.

However, watching the loyal member who had died of a stroke being burned into a pile of charcoal in the shape of a human being by the disciples who collected his body, he couldn't help but start muttering in his heart again, after all, it was not a good sign that there was non-combat attrition before the war.

"If these are all because of that person, then ......"

I remember that when he first became the most trusted and close subordinate of His Excellency the Shepherd, His Excellency the Shepherd once told him some things about the evil god Behemoth, according to the Shepherd, this evil god will descend into an incarnation to destroy those who are struggling to survive under the protection of the goddess, and he even has the ability to destroy the goddess herself, and finally plunge the world into eternal darkness.

He always felt that this matter was a little abnormal from the time the middle-aged man with long hair arrived, for example, the subordinates of the man they saw so far were only the few or so people he brought at the beginning, and even now even more than half of those people have disappeared, only a few people are still with them and participated in this operation, and the middle-aged man doesn't know where to go.

Combined with the current situation that the town was obviously prepared, Alan gradually felt that a bureau against their sect had loomed over each of them, and the middle-aged man, who claimed to have mastered the bounty hunters who had captured important people in the sect one after another, was most likely the planner and operator.

"However, there is another possibility...... But is this really possible......? ”

Thinking of the bounty hunter who had single-handedly sabotaged their two missionary activities in less than a week, and captured two important figures within the sect, Allen only felt a furious in his heart, and this overtly and real threat was indeed more noticeable than the conspiracy that loomed all around him.

"Only Behemoth can inflict real damage on us, bring real destruction, so who are you......" Alan looked at his tired subordinates, then at the town that was approaching, and then at the armor that His Excellency the Shepherd had given him, and thought to himself, "No matter what, since we are all here, there is no reason to turn back, and I must not fail Your Excellency's trust and love for me." ”

Dressed in iron armor on a blood-colored thoroughbred horse, like a general from the Middle Ages, he raised his right hand and flicked it, and the mighty procession behind him followed him towards the town that seemed increasingly vulnerable to their heavily armed men.

As the procession approached the railroad near the town, Alan found a young man in a suit and leather shoes riding a somewhat exaggerated black horse on the other side of the railway, seemingly waiting for their arrival.

Alan immediately raised his right hand, signaled the team to stop advancing, and made a more complicated cleanup, and the team behind him gradually divided into three lanes: left, center, and right, and the left and right teams quietly moved away from the middle and detoured to the other side of the town.

He gently clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and the blood-colored thoroughbred horse under his crotch walked towards the young gentleman who looked leisurely and complacent.

The horse's hooves stopped by the railroad tracks, and Alan looked up slightly at the young gentleman, who for some reason felt a little uncomfortable with his green eyes.

After a short silence, Alan took the initiative to ask, "You are the bounty hunter." ”

"Angel eyes," said the young gentleman, smiling, "so you are the 'shepherd'?" ”

"You think too highly of yourself, and you don't need that Excellency to take action personally." Allen's tone was calm and calm, just like he usually did when he preached to his congregation.

"So," said the young gentleman, who was known as "Angel Eye," even leisurely lit a cigar, took a puff, and said, "You must let me know who you are, don't you?" You're cowering in that turtle shell, I can't see your face. ”

"Just call me Allen," Allen said, ignoring the provocative demeanor and words of the person in front of him, "You did what happened last night?" ”

"How's my greeting going?" Angel Eyes asked with a smile.

Allen's tone became a little cold: "Your Excellency is right, you are indeed a threat. ”

"yes, because I've got my eye on you," Angel Eye said casually, "After today's fight, you'll be in my pocket, do you want to know how much you're worth?" ”

"I don't think I'll ever have the privilege of knowing." Alan sneered.

"Oh no, you'll know, because I've always liked to keep my mouth alive." "Angel Eyes" said as he smoked a cigar.

"That's up to you if you have the skills." Alan's tone returned to his previous calm and calm.

"Angel Eye" seemed to hear some joke, laughed twice, and then said: "Of course I don't have that ability, how can a person single-handedly confront more than a hundred people?" ”

Immediately, he stretched out his hand to show Alan Valentine, who was behind him with improvised fortifications, and said, "But I have a small town. ”

"What about a small town? Is there more than twenty police in this town? Alan said disdainfully. For the police force of an ordinary American town, he is still very clear.

"Guess what, my dear Mr. Allen," Angel Eyes' tone was playful, "but I think you'd rather experience it for yourself, wouldn't you?" ”

"You will die a painful death in the fire of our judgment." Alan's tone became serious. This is his ultimatum for the man in front of him.

"The momentum is good," "Angel Eye" commented, "Finally, guess again, who should fire the first shot of this battle?" ”

Alan was about to speak, but the man in front of him pulled out the revolver on his waist at a very fast speed, and after the gunshot, his helmet also "belled", which shook his head a little dazed, and when he reacted, the man had already ridden towards the town.

Alan straightened his helmet, which had been a little crooked by the shot, gritted his teeth, and waved his right hand fiercely.

Behind him, an Indian with a traditional tribal tattoo on his face suddenly let out a long, mournful shout, a war cry belonging to his original tribe.

A group of men dressed in white or yellow robes, armed with all kinds of firearms and even bows and arrows, machetes, hand axes and other cold weapons, roared and shouted, and said some inexplicable but religious words in their mouths, and they frantically urged their horses under their crotches to charge towards the town.

For a while, almost all sides of the town were filled with such shouts, and they were about to drown this projectile town.

But soon, the sound of a violent explosion that was even more shocking than this shout violently suppressed the sound caused by these intruders in an extremely brutal way, and no matter which way, as long as anyone rushed to the front, almost all of them were blown up.

On the side of the "Seventh Generation" sect, almost all the horses were frightened, and horses that had not received professional training in the army could not suppress the extreme fear brought by the loud sounds, dazzling fires, and the heavy smell of gunsmoke and blood in the face of explosions of this magnitude.

So the horses that were at the front, fortunately not being bombed, all neighed wildly, and threw the people on their backs mercilessly under them, and each fled for his life.

Because it was obviously a more earth-shattering explosion than an ordinary explosion, the horses that were relatively backward became agitated, and the riders on their backs could not calm them down with great effort, so they could only turn over and dismount and rush towards the town on foot.

At this point, Valentine, hidden behind one of the furthest bunkers, stood up, took his two Schofield revolvers in his hands, and shouted, "It's time, guys, let's beat these bitches in the ass!" ”

As soon as the words fell, gunshots rang out from the commanding heights in various parts of the town, and the few cultists who rushed to the front were instantly knocked down.

"Well done!" Ducky shouted praise, not for anything else, but because it was the Vanderlinde Gang who had just overturned several cultists with sniper rifles on the vantage heights.

At the same time, gunfire erupts throughout the town, and a battle destined to go down in the town's history begins.

If there is any difference between cultists and ordinary people, it must be their deformed but unusually firm faith.

Because of this belief, they are able to do many things that ordinary people can't.

For example, after experiencing a shocking explosion that can scare away absolutely any normal person, he can still shout slogans that outsiders can't understand, pass through the craters filled with gunpowder, step on the fragments of his companion's corpse, and charge forward desperately.

For example, even in the face of a hail of bullets – though mostly on the human side – they charged like the Indians who maintained their ancient combat habits.

It is worth noting that many of them even carried primitive weapons such as machetes, axes, bows and arrows like the Indians, and some of them were even Indians.

This kind of deadly enemy is rarely encountered even by the battle-hardened Van der Linde Gang, let alone the Valentine policeman who is only in charge of the town's security and the ordinary townspeople who have only learned how to shoot two days ago.

So, despite their upper hand, despite their home advantage and their dominance, and despite the fact that their opponents didn't even get a good night's sleep yesterday, after the two sides actually fought, after Valentine's side briefly gained the upper hand, the two sides fell into a state of stalemate, and the outer defense line, which consisted mainly of the police and some townspeople with slightly better marksmanship, gradually shrank into the town under the onslaught of the cultists.

As the boss of the Van der Linde gang, Ducky has never been a boss when fighting, because he always rushes to the front, maybe because he has extreme confidence in his marksmanship and skills, maybe he knows that no matter how much he waves, his brother can cover him, but now, standing at the front, he has to fight and retreat with the gradually retreating team.

"Damn it! You bagels! Eater! Daqi fired a quick triple shot, and the three cultists in front of him who were shouting and wielding machetes were shot directly through the throat, and could only hold their bloody necks and fall to the ground, he scolded while shooting frantically at the seemingly endless number of enemies, "What are you retreating? How far has this gotten to this? You're even more shitty than Odrysco's bunch of little bitch! ”

He scolded vigorously, but he didn't notice that one of the cultists had already aimed his bow and arrow at him.

In the next second, the cultist's head was like a kiwi that had been stepped on hard, and it was smashed to pieces by a shotgun bullet.

Brandy, who was driving a huge black horse and pushing a new bullet into his double-barreled shotgun, ran past Ducky and said, "Don't be too them, boss, don't forget, many of them only learned how to play with guns yesterday." ”

"That's why I'm not hiring like Colm." Dutsy muttered as he kicked over a cultist who had already rushed in front of him, then shot him in the head before continuing to retreat with the bulk of the army.

Ordinary people who have not been systematically trained for enough time will still have a certain natural fear in the face of a group of cultists who have nothing left in their minds except for deformed beliefs.

Originally, in the prediction of Daci and Hosea, they would be able to keep at least half of the opposing men out of the first line of defense forever under their arrangement, but the fact is that less than fifteen minutes into the battle, they were forced into a fierce street battle, and at this time, the enemy was only half consumed by them.

It's just that now, in addition to the current situation of hard fighting, there is another problem that has always worried everyone in the Van der Linde gang.

A feathered arrow pierced the chest of a cultist with a repeating rifle, and the cultist staggered and fell, and the owner of the feathered arrow, Charles, flipped from the roof of the tavern.

At that moment, a short axe flew diagonally behind him, the blade of which cut through the air and made a terrible sound, heading straight for Charles's head.

Charles turned slightly to the side, let go of the axe, and the hand that turned to the back grasped the handle of the axe, and he glanced at the cultist who seemed to be a little dumbfounded, and the short axe flew back along the trajectory that flew before, and split the celestial spirit cover of the cultist squarely.

"Hey, Charles!" At this time, Javier came up, fired a few shots at the incoming enemy, and asked, "Ducky asked me to ask you, did you see Odrysco's men?" ”

"No, Javier," said Charles, pulling out his pistol and smashing the head of a cultist who wanted to shoot him, "it's all such crazy people in fancy dress, and it's a shame that I actually saw Indians inside." ”

"That's not right," Javier said as he covered Charles, "it stands to reason that Colm has no reason to just use these cultists as gunmen, he will be ready to do it, and Ducky will keep us on the lookout for anything...... ,! Charles, look! ”

Hearing Javier's frightened cries, Charles looked in the direction he was pointing.

I saw an armored train that must have something to do with the government or the military slowly pulling into the Valentine railway station, the train was very short, and the locomotive was only five cars, but the things on it were eye-catching enough.

"Damn, what's going on?" Arthur, who still occupied the commanding heights, saw in the scope of the Carcano sniper rifle in his hand that the armored train was full of more than twenty members of the Odrisko gang with sniper rifles, including two Gatling guns and even a mortar, and he couldn't help shouting, "Colm is robbing the U.S. Army?" Where did he get all these sniper rifles, gatlings, and artillery! ”

"Get down, get down!" Ducky's voice was also a little more frightened at this time, "Damn Colm, he really has a back hand, it's really a big deal!" ”

On the armored train, a member of the Obang, who looked like the leader, said to the gunner: "When you are ready, open fire, do not hesitate." ”

"But," said the gunner, with some hesitation, "there are our allies in there." ”

"I say, open fire directly," the leading member of the Ao Gang said in a tough tone, "and, that's what the boss meant, understand?" ”

"Got it, got it." The gunner shuddered, and hurriedly began to reload the machine in front of him, for fear of missing the hour.