John held the gold in his hand tightly, as if he had once again grasped the lifeblood of making a fortune, but with the experience of picking up gold nuggets for the first time, he did not take it lightly.

"Be vigilant, Miller." John said coldly in the fog.

"I don't think the Van Horns or that homeless man would forget something so valuable." It seems that Miller did not lose his mind in the face of this windfall.

"I found gold nuggets in the Blissful Pool, and I fell into the trap of Ducky van der Lind. So I don't think the gold in my hand is a gift from heaven, but more like a piece of fat to lure the prey to the bait. John said.

Just as the two were talking, there was the sound of horses' hooves outside, and the sound was getting closer and closer, and it sounded like dozens of people.

"Are you sure they're all in the house?" Strangers outside said that voices outside whispered in their ears in the secret basement.

"Yes, I can see it clearly." The other replied.

"Damn! The thing may have already been taken by them. ”

Next, John and Miller realized that they had fallen into the enemy's trap.

As the two jumped out of the house, an enemy crept in through the hole in the wall, and without saying a word, John pulled out his gun and fired, and the enemy fell in response, and the body was blocked at the mouth of the hole, thus delaying the Van Horn gang's attack.

"Miller, go to the lookout over there."

The Brenander fort has a watchtower at each of the four corners, and the watchtowers are connected by wooden planks with sandbags and wine barrels on them, and it seems that a defensive battle is inevitable.

An explosion rang out, like the Van Horn Gang attacking, and the stone wall where the gap was located collapsed, and bullets slashed through the air like meteors, either leaving bullet holes in the bottles and cascading like golden liquor, or striking the stones behind John, shattering the stones everywhere.

Miller looked at it, and then shouted to John in a panic, "There are too many of them, we don't have enough bullets!"

John was also aware of the fact that in order to use the bullets effectively, they had to shoot accurately, but aiming in the rain of bullets was a joke, and even if John occasionally leaned over and knocked down a few people, it was only on the premise that a lot of ammunition was consumed.

The Van Horns used repeating carbine rifles, while John used single-shot roller lock rifles, and Miller's weapons were Springfield rifles, giving the Van Horns a big lead in terms of sustained firepower, and the numerical advantage made John's ability to stay focused useless.

The Van Horns fought their way through the fort, seemingly without reloads, and the well-trained men came under the planks with little resistance.

John took out the dagger and stuck it in the plank, fearless if hand-to-hand combat was necessary.

Suddenly, the Van Horn gang stopped firing, the fort returned to its former tranquility, and a crisp whistle broke the brief silence, John had fought the gang before, and he knew that the next step was Van Horn's persuasion to surrender on an overwhelming advantage.

"Two, whether you're a cop or a bounty hunter, you're cornered." A thick voice said, "I won't talk nonsense, just hand over the nuggets in your hands, and my brothers will make way for you to get out of this place safely." ”

Miller shook his head at John, signaling him not to believe Van Horn's nonsense.

"We Van Horne have always been honest and trustworthy, and despite all the gossip out there, we still extend an olive branch to everyone who is bewitched."

"However, if the property belonging to Van Horn is violated, our people will fight, as the Jamesons of Anisberg and the Moverly of the Cave know all too well. The voice paused for a few seconds, "You have a minute." ”

For a minute, it was impossible to attack, John was looking for an opportunity to counterattack, he was thinking about how to deal damage to the large area of enemies in front of him, the bullets were useless, and only something like explosives or a canister could inflict massive splash damage, neither of which John had.

Suddenly, John remembered that there was a substance that could help them out—fire, and there was enough wood around it to make a fire raging here. Now John needed a "catalyst" to spread the fire, to fill the fortress with this orange-red substance in an instant, and the barrel next to it was just that, John guessed that it was a high-concentration moonshine, and it should be very flammable.

Time passed quickly, but John's focused mind seemed to enter an eternal space, and he noticed that his vision was tingling yellow, and the mocking face of the Van Horn gang slowly changed in John's eyes, and a minute seemed like an hour.

John got up and kicked off the keg, then pulled the revolver.

The Van Horn gang was still wondering why the people who were surrounded by themselves suddenly stood up, and the next second they saw their companions in front of them falling towards them with fire all over their bodies, and after a while, the Brenand Fortress was reduced to a sea of fire, and only a few Van Horn Gang people were still struggling in the flames.

John stood calmly on the watchtower, feeling the temperature of the fire, which would be burning for a while, while Miller looked at the Van Horn gang wailing in the fire, all of which had happened so quickly that he had not yet reacted.

"What hell!"

John looked at the nuggets in his bag and made up his mind that he must understand the ins and outs of this matter, otherwise he would never forgive himself and never forget his soul that was roasted in the flames.