(The first three chapters of this volume have been rewritten, and the subscribed brothers can rewatch them by refreshing.) The reason for the rewriting is that some things are poorly written, and the rhythm is not good, so I'm sorry. ）

Russell glanced at Django and saw that he had put his feet on the ground before the horse could stop, and then strode forward and stomped the white man who was not dead on the ground.

"Let you attack me and scare me!"

The white man clasped his head and shouted, "We are residents, why are we shooting...... You damned black slaves! ”

Russell smiled at Django and said, "See? A bandit will never admit that he is a bandit, so you have to help him admit it. ”

Django raised his foot and kicked the white man in the temple, then raised his gun and fired at the white man on the ground, one shot into the heart, and the man lost his breath in an instant.

"Now they're bandits."

Russell smiled with satisfaction: "That's right, you should go collect some loot now, maybe you can use it later." ”

"Okay."

Django immediately rummaged through the corpse, while Russell rode off to find the horse that had run away.

The six bodies contained about $5,000, in addition to two lever rifles, four revolvers, and sixty rounds of ammunition.

Only four horses were recovered, and the camel bags on either side contained a lot of food, notebooks, animal furs, teeth, etc., and three Indian scalps.

Django handed Russell $5,000 and asked, "If I don't want money, can you teach me how to shoot?" ”

"No, we follow the rules, 5,000 dollars for you 200, and I, as your companion, of course, hope that you will get better and better, so that we can take out as many bandits and wanted criminals as possible."

Django exclaimed, "Really? Your gun is fast and accurate, and I want to be like you. ”

"Then you have to study hard."

"Okay."

Russell said, "This winter you practice guns and kill enemies, and when we get through the winter, we will cross the Mississippi River and go to Greenville to find your Hilda." ”

"Thank you! Bruce, you've saved my life and are willing to help me, I really can't repay you. ”

"Django, if you can have a grateful heart, it's enough to prove that you're different from other black people."

Django was stunned and said, "I don't know what other black people are like, but I must remember those who are good to me." ”

"Take it."

Django took $200, the first money he ever made.

A sum of money enough to sell his life.

The heart is quite complicated, and I am very excited.

"Are there any bandits here?"

"Don't worry, we have a lot of time to look for bandits."

The two of them mounted their horses and continued to wander around the meadow, knowing that they had not met any other bandits at dusk and sunset.

This frustrated Django, who wanted to show himself in front of Russell so he could give himself a chance to practice his marksmanship.

After sunset, Russell found a depression, lit a fire to barbecue, and then set up a tent.

The two sat by the campfire, one holding a beef skewer in his hand, chatting while grilling.

"The brightest one in the sky is the North Star, and if you get lost in the night, just find it and get out of trouble."

Django nodded silently, keeping it in his mind.

If he and Hilda hadn't gotten lost in the woods, they might have escaped...... However, there is no regret medicine in life.

Since there is a teacher who teaches him knowledge and skills, he naturally has to study carefully.

"Those three scalps can receive a bounty of six hundred dollars at the official government in any small town."

"White bounty on Indians? $200 for a scalp? ”

"That's right."

Django hated us so much that the roots of his teeth itched, "The white people don't treat us as people, they treat the Indians as pests!" ”

"You don't have to be angry, emotions just affect the speed of your shots. If you stand in the middle of a white person and put on this face, then you will make the white person lose face, and they will produce dissent. ”

"You know that you're a black man who has just been freed, and white people have oppressed black people for a long time."

Django asked expectantly, "So what do I do?" ”

"Since you can't defeat all the whites, you can join the whites. But the ultimate goal is to eradicate them! ”

"I don't understand."

"In other words, you have to learn to act. You're going to play a black man who is tougher than a white man, and you're going to be more ruthless than a white guy when a white guy bites a black guy with a hound. ”

"How can I be more ruthless?"

"You're going to advise the white man to throw him into the snake's den. But this is only advice, and in the end show impatience and give your fellow man a hard time, not let him be tortured. ”

"I seem to get it."

Russell instilled in him enough ideas to keep him awake at night.

After the two days of contact, Django's thoughts have changed a lot, and his style has moved closer to Russell.

"When we're done with our business and find your Hilda, you can find more blacks and form a bounty that will strike fear into the hearts of all whites."

Django's eyes lit up, and he clenched his fists and said, "I will." ”

The next day, early in the morning.

After packing your bags, set off again for the hunt.

Until about nine o'clock in the morning, Django, who had been expecting to meet the bandits, pointed ahead and roared excitedly.

"Bandits!"

Two hundred meters ahead, three men on horseback were chasing bison.

After two days of ideological indoctrination, in the deserted meadow, as long as he touches people, he will be recognized by Django as bandits.

It's no wonder that the three people in front of them don't look like good people.

Russell squinted and asked with a smile, "What should you do?" ”

"Kill...... Oh, I think they should be given two shots to show them how good the bounty hunters are. ”

"Good."

Django kicked the horse's belly, and with a neigh, the horse galloped forward.

He pulled out two revolvers, and as he left, he shouted, "Bruce, don't help, I'm going to practice my gun!" ”

Originally, Russell was not prepared to help, and if Django couldn't deal with just three people, then he would be a waste in the future.

Standing in place, watching Django gallop away, the momentum is very strong, but the marksmanship is a little poor.

However, good hunters are piled up with prey, sharpshooters are also fed with bullets, and there is a winter to train Django, so he is not in a hurry.

When the three of them saw the black man coming on horseback, they pointed their guns directly at Django and fired two shots first.

Django was lying on his horseback, and the two revolvers fired alternately.

He was very brave and applied what Russell taught him to actual combat.

Bang Bang-

Django emptied the two pistols and saw that the other three had already fallen off their horses.

But he wasn't careless, according to Bruce, although they were very white, their hearts were black, and they might have a cold gun to play dead.

He circled, quickly reloading his revolver and galloping back.

Shooting at the corpses on the ground, one of them was frightened and got up and ran.

Django sneered twice, and sure enough, as Bruce said, white people's hearts are black!

Bang Bang-

Two bullets spit out the muzzle and pierced each other's heads.

Burst!

His whole body fell heavily to the ground, and he certainly didn't feel any pain because he was dead.

At this time, Russell rode his horse and galloped.

"Very good, you memorized everything I taught."

Django excitedly said, "Yes, I remember every word you say. ”

"Go collect the loot, we dare to reach Gatlinburg before sunset."

Django was stunned, "Gatlinburg? ”

"It's very likely that the Brittle brothers were working as overseers on a plantation in Gatlinburg, and when we arrived in Gatlinburg, we were all going to be buyers of the largest slave trading company in the United States, and then we went from plantation to plantation. What you need to pay attention to is to keep your emotions under control. ”

Hearing this, Django put away his excitement and replaced it with hatred.

"Okay, I'll keep my emotions hidden."

After Django collected the loot, he gave everything to Russell, and he handed him Django's share with his own hands, which Django thought was a ritual that could not be missing.

At the same time, it is also a tribute to Russell.

Town of Dotri.

Chang.

A carriage with huge teeth standing on top of a carport slowly drove out into the street.

The driver of the carriage was a man in a gray suit, with black hair and a white beard.

He was an immigrant from Germany named Kim Schulz.

The horse pulling the cart is called Fritz.

He used to be a dentist and now he is a bounty hunter.

Schultz parked the carriage at the entrance of the tavern, got out of the car and headed straight for the tavern.

"Need something?"

"Beer."

The owner, who was repairing the lamp, stepped down the ladder and walked to the lounge to get a glass of wine.

Schultz sat at the round table, and when the boss handed over the beer, he looked up and asked with a smile.

"What would you do if I didn't pay for my drink?"

The boss was stunned and said, "I'll look for the sheriff." ”

Schultz shook his head: "No, you should go to the sheriff first." ”

"The sheriff is dead, and the town has not yet elected a new sheriff, only the sheriff."

Schultz exclaimed: "Dead? How did he die and why? ”

"He died two days ago, and his body was buried in a mass grave three kilometers from the town."

"How did he die?"

The boss asked, "Do you know him?" Oh, I hope you don't know him, he's a wanted criminal. Cattle were stolen from the Corigan Livestock Company in the city of Lubbock......"

Schultz's face was full of consternation, put down his glass, got up and asked, "How do you know that he is wanted?" ”

"Of course I know that two bounty hunters came two days ago with two wanted warrants and killed Bill Sharp and Browns Jim."

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"Bill Sharp is the sheriff, and Browns Jim is the owner of the town's hair salon, and he's committed the heaviest crime, saying that he committed a stagecoach robbery in Tennessee ten years ago, killing five guards and drivers, oh! Among them was a 12-year-old girl. ”

Schultz sat down in his chair in annoyance and said, "How is that possible?" ”

"How impossible! You don't know, those two bounty hunters aren't white. ”

"Not white?"

"Chinese and black! Can you believe it? They took the wanted warrants and made the inhabitants of the town stupid. ”

Schultz turned his head and asked, "Do you know what their names are?" ”

"One is called Bruce, and the black man doesn't know."

Schultz rubbed his head and said, "They are actually better informed than me, do you know where they went?" ”

"Of course, they told the sheriff that they were going on vacation to Florida."

You can't hide anything in the town, and everyone will know about it.

"Vacation?"

Schultz didn't believe that bounty hunters would give themselves a holiday, and it would be difficult for hunters to catch their prey after losing it. No one will not pay attention to their work, just like the owner of a well-circled hunting ground is gone, and someone else will naturally be the master.

Suddenly, he remembered that he had received a piece of news, and he had come for it, and that was the Brittle brothers!

He scrambled to his feet, and was about to walk outside, when the boss said, "$1 for beer!" If you don't give money, I'll go to the sheriff! ”

Schultz stopped and pulled $50 out of his wallet.

"My carriage will stop with you for a few days, and the rest will be paid."

The boss smiled: "Okay, I don't think you look like a person who doesn't give money." ”

Schultz stepped out, quickly untied the horse's ropes, moved the contents of the carriage into a camel bag, and rode his horse towards Gatlinburg.

Most of the small towns in western America are mining towns and plantation towns, and only a few towns are transportation hub towns.

Gatlinburg is one of the growing towns.

It oversees six nearby plantations and has three times as many residents as the town of Dotri.

Russell and Django enter the town side by side, and the residents are shocked to see both of them, as they are sitting on a horse with six scalps hanging from them......

Django said: "These white people are really snobs. ”

"It's an honor in their eyes."

"My heart is dirty."

Russell stared at the bearded middle-aged man next to him and asked, "Do you know where the magistrate is?" ”

The beard pointed to the blue building in front of him: "That blue house." You hunted the Indians? ”

Russell stared at him with disdain, and asked coldly, "What do you say?" ”

The beard froze and shrank back.

The two rode their horses to the Blue Building, and there were two men with guns at the door, and when they saw them, they were about to shout loudly, but they stopped talking.

"Is the sheriff in there?"

"In!"

Entering the house, a few people were stunned, Russell ignored them, and took Django to the sheriff's office and broke in.

"What? You guys... Uh, you may be seated. ”

The magistrate is good-natured, and after seeing the scalp, he invites Russell and Django to sit down, regardless of whether Django is black or not.

"Take the money."

The sheriff nodded, "Yes, but the bounty is only $500, and you need to pay taxes." ”

"Well, we're bounty hunters and know the rules."

"Wait a minute."

It didn't take long for the sheriff to take out $500 and put it on the table.

Russell put down a bill, pushed it in front of the sheriff, and said, "We're going to check the list of plantation managers in charge of the town." ”

The sheriff looked down at the hundred dollars and silently put them away.

"Wait a minute."

After he took out a thick list book, he sat down in his chair.

Russell and Django flipped through it in front of him.

"Both plantations are suspicious, let's go to this big plantation first."

Django nodded, "Okay." ”

"We'll have to change into decent clothes."

Russell looked up and asked, "Officer, do you know that clothes are sold there?" ”

"Tennessee clothing store on the east side."

Russell closed the list and waved Django away.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the door, they happened to encounter a man who fell from his horse.

The man's hair was full of static electricity and his face was pale.

After getting up from the ground, he rubbed his hands on the roots of his legs, as if he had almost broken his roots due to the long journey.

He was none other than Kim Schultz and Mar Fritz.

Schultz looked up and saw a yellow and a black and immediately became furious.

"You robbed me of my job!"