Halfway through the journey, Schupel came up with the idea of saving time, and after a brief silence for everyone, he took the lead and led the convoy to a new path.

"Take the one on the right!" Schupel shouted to Bibo, who was on a leash in front of the car, and the two cars turned into a dense jungle.

"This place, I dare to pack a ticket, is exactly the same as Beecher Wish, and beautiful scenery always exists in pairs." Mr. Wayne exclaimed.

Hearing the praise of his hometown, Schupel couldn't help laughing: "You're right, Mr. Wayne, this birch forest is a unique sight in the emerald meadows of a flat river, where I have lived for more than sixty years, and have seen the vegetation grow from lush saplings to tall birches, and I must say that they are brothers of my age." ”

"You're so affectionate, sir, and let me say it's surprisingly quiet." Wayne said.

"Haha, there is no one living here, and once upon a time there was a skilled carpenter who wanted to settle here, but the birch was too strong to start, and he left after several saws were worn out."

"Trees are so resilient, and so are natives." Mr. Wayne said.

At this time, Mr. Pige, who had been silent, spoke: "There is an old man living in the forest of Beecher Wish, is he a carpenter or a ...... Blacksmith, his name is ...... I really forgot, Macpiper, do you still have an impression? ”

Wayne picked up: "His name is Nils. My friends, please don't think that Brother Petge is inarticulate, it's Nils, the eccentric craftsman who is skilled at manipulating all kinds of tools, and you will only hear 'yes' and 'no' when you talk to him, but we in West Elizabeth have a saying that the fewer words, the better you live. Nils is a perfect illustration of this. ”

"A woods should be accompanied by a skillful craftsman, and if the carpenter who left was replaced with a sharper set of tools, he might have stayed." Schupel sighed.

The carriage in front of him slowly stopped, and Jersey ran along the side of the road, and John had to stop the carriage.

"Hey! Mr. Schupel, a broken log in front of you has cut off the road!"

"The strength of the birch didn't withstand the storm of the other day." Schupel sighed to the two in the back.

"I'll have to check it out, gentlemen."

As he spoke, John jumped out of the carriage and was guided by Jersey to the Broken Log, where he saw Miller standing among the Broken Wood's umbrellas and beckoned him to move the wood away. John came to the end of the broken log, and thought about how to remove the obstructive creature with the help of the manpower in his hands, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of its break, where some branches and brown bark were hanging loosely, and not far from it was the stump to which it belonged.

John walked over to the stump, and although the tree's rings were still evident to him, despite the cross-sectional effect, John had a bad feeling that the tree of natural destruction would not have such clear rings. John looked a little closer, and found some axe gouge marks in the section of the stump—ironclad evidence of vandalism!

"Mr. Schupel!"

Hearing someone shouting, John hurriedly looked back, and Zerossi looked tearfully at Shuppel in the driver's seat, whose right shoulder was pierced by an arrow, and blood stained his white shirt, where Schupel lay twitching and spitting blood, followed by shouts of killing on both sides of the road.

"It's the Skinning Brothers, everyone find cover!" Mr. Wayne jumped out of the carriage.

John crouched behind the stump, listening to the sound of bullets grazing overhead, and when there was a gap, John poked his head out and saw Miller standing at the broken log to fight back, and shouted at him.

"I have to save Mr. Schupel!"

"Okay, I'll cover you, and we'll have to retreat to the second car."

"Cored, hold on, I'll cover Mr. Coster and they'll pull back." Wayne was behind cover and was holding off the incoming enemy.

Miller's burst of rifle rounds did reduce the firepower of the Skinners a lot, but there were still countless whistling bullets in the air, John thought that he could not rush out rashly, and must think of some clever tricks to win, he looked at the frightened horses in front of the carriage, those animals were full of energy, because of the reins, they could only jump on the spot.

"Miller, can you hit the rope that holds the horse? We can let the horses go and attract firepower. ”

"Great idea!" Miller replied.

The two sharpshooters shot two fingers wide of leather ropes more than ten meters apart, and the two horses neighed and galloped out, knocking down several of the skinning gang on the way, and the rest of the people were also attracted by the horses jumping around.

"It's now!"

John and Miller fought and retreated to Schupel's carriage, and such a cooperation had to be with Miller, John's most trusted brother, to give him full confidence.

The old man lay dying in his seat, and the arrow that had struck him in the shoulder was like a hammer nail nailing him to the plank behind him, and the blood ran down the body of the arrow and stained the tail of the arrow, which was a feather made of black chickens, and even the most ignorant women and children knew that it was the sign of the most cruel people in the field, the Skinning Brothers.

Mr. Wayne also came to the side, and he could see the worry and apprehension on his face, knowing that the gunman would face jail time if he didn't protect his employer.

"We must put Mr. Schupel down and bandage him."

Mr. Wayne stretched out his left hand to pull out the arrow stuck in Schupel's body, but John immediately held him down, and John explained to Wayne's surprise.

"Then there is no barrier to his wounds, and if it hurts the arteries, he will die of massive bleeding in less than a minute."

John took out his dagger and cut off the arrow behind Schupel, helped him slowly slide out of the carriage, and finally landed in John's arms, and when John bandaged his wound with the sleeve of his coat, Schupel seemed to breathe back and leaned into John's ear.

"Gotta ...... Protection...... Timber. ”

At this time, the people who were traveling with him were almost all gathered around, and Mr. Wayne offered to carry Schupel on his back, and John acquiesced to him.

Seeing that the gang members had arrived, John briefly divided the work, Miller and Mr. Beechge made a breakthrough on the right, Mr. Wayne took care of the wounded Schupel and cleared the enemy around the carriage by the way, and the rest of the people blocked the enemy on the left along the road, their plan was to break out of the siege and wait for the opportunity to recapture the carriage, if the Skinning Gang insisted on not withdrawing their men, it was to kill the enemy.

John thought that the plan would be carried out smoothly, but who would have thought that the more and more the Skinning Gang fought, John and their defense line retreated again and again, giving up one firepower advantage after another and then dividing their energy to find the next one, as the battle progressed, what was more frightening than the dense gunfire was the consumption of ammunition, John knew the despair of a gunslinger who wanted to fill in new ammunition but found that there was nothing in his pocket - he had to make a change!

"John, I'm out of bullets!" Thomas's voice came from behind the stake.

"Me too!"

"I'm running out soon, too."

"Mr. Coster! This bullet was not enough to protect Mr. Schupel. Mr. Wayne said anxiously from behind the carriage.

"Ceasefire!" John made up his mind, "We'll have to save our ammunition and hold on, brothers, until Miller and Pidge find a breakthrough for us." ”

"Get out your knives, I'm sure you can't wait to stab your enemies at close range." Thomas boosted morale.

The sudden ceasefire made the Skinners a little excited, and they continued on their way without knowing anything, unaware that behind a certain tree was a shiny dagger waiting to pierce their chests. John thought that those scum didn't care what situation they were in, they would just charge and put themselves to death.

Suddenly, to everyone's shock, the advancing Skinning Brothers fell from behind, and gunshots rang out in the open field outside the woods, and it was clear that another wave of people had joined the battle to relieve John's urgent need.

"They retreated, go to the carriage!" Seeing the Skinning Gang being beaten and scattered, John shouted at the members.

"Are you still alive?" After confirming that the danger was cleared, Thomas stepped out of the stake and looked at John.

"At least for now...... Mr. Wayne, are you alright? ”

"Well, I'm fine, it's just that Mr. Schupel fainted."

"Are they all gone?" John picked up a gun on the ground and poured the bullet out.

"John, look at the footprints over here. Damn it! Let them escape some. Bibo looked at the fresh leather boot prints on the dirt floor.

"No matter, go find Miller and Pidge, we're going to send Schupel back, he won't last long."

At this moment, Miller ran from the slope on the right side of the road, shouting as he ran, "They have captured Mr. Petge!"

John stepped forward and grabbed a panting Miller and asked him to explain.

"We were about to break through the blockade of the Skinners, but Mr. Pige suddenly left cover and ran desperately towards the Skinners, and he couldn't call back, I think he must have been scared, and those bastards tied him up."

"We are now sleepy, we don't have enough ammunition, and we have the wounded Schupel, and we don't have the strength to save Mr. Petge. Now, Mr. Wayne, if you are familiar with the escape routes of the Skinning Gang, you can take a few men to follow them, and we will take Mr. Schupel back to the manor. ”