"Mr. Mayor, Mr. Sheriff, we are the police at Fort Clark." A few of the obscene creatures were introducing themselves, and the townsfolk around them had retreated even further.

Jackson looked at the guys in front of him who were writing on their faces, and said directly, "You're all fired." ”

Jackson's words surprised everyone around him, and even the state police officers who accompanied him thought that the man in front of him was crazy, and they could conclude that the number of gangsters here would not be less than thirty just by meeting just now.

If there were no temporary police officers there, how would only one person deal with a whole gang?

The mayor took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, he didn't think that anyone could deal with the entire gang alone, let alone Jackson could get away with it.

Fortunately, Mr. Mayor's butler had already been in contact with the Sheridan family before, and whoever won Jike Hinton would help him, which he had planned early on.

It's just that I didn't expect that "stone wall" to be so stupid, and it was so much praised by Congressman Terrell.

Actually, there's nothing wrong with being a bad mayor and having a strong friend, but it's not impossible to be a good mayor if you can gain the friendship of Councilor Terrell.

However, Mr. Jackson, who was highly regarded by Congressman Terrell, seemed to be just a reckless man with no brains, and he deserved to be respected for not cooperating with the gangsters in order to bring justice to others, but he was not worthy of his life, let alone boasting.

Hearing Jackson say "you're all fired", the "former" officers at Fort Clark were stunned for a moment, but then sneered.

"Sir, aren't you crazy? We're the backbone of this town! If you don't have us, what would you do to negotiate terms with Mr. da Gama? ”

"Stonewall" said with a blank face.

"Hand over your badges."

Jackson's indifference to the threat made several police officers a little angry, and one of them took off his badge and fell to the ground.

"Wait for death! You lunatic! ”

The mayor on the side also persuaded.

"Mr. Jackson, you are not familiar with the situation when you have just returned to Fort Clark, at least let them take you to familiarize yourself with the situation in the town."

"No, I don't."

"Stonewall" replied without thinking, then turned to the "front" officers and continued: "Hand over your badges. ”

The rest of the people also took off their badges and threw them on the ground, and then stomped on them twice as if they were demonstrating.

Still unmoved, Stonewall picked up the badges on the ground one by one and announced: "From now on, the residents of Fort Clark will no more police officers collect protection money from you, and no one will inform the gangsters about your report!"

The Fort Clark Police Department is welcoming brave and loyal people who want to make it a better place today! ”

Unsurprisingly, the words of the "stone wall" won a round of applause, which made the "former" police officers both shocked and annoyed and had to leave in dismay, but none of the residents came forward to express their willingness to join the police force.

Instead of going directly to the police station, Jackson returned to his home.

When the "former" police officers reported to the Sheridan family, Da Gama Sheridan was not surprised, but continued to play with throwing knives with his family servants.

The black man was forcibly pinned to a wall, and da Gama's throwing knife was able to avoid the servant's body with each slash.

It's just that instinctive human fear that makes the man scream. Seeing this, several "former" police officers couldn't help but admire the Sheridan family's financial resources, after all, black slaves at this time cost hundreds of dollars, and their annual salary was only a few dozen dollars.

Vasco da Sheridan: "Got it, thank you. If there is another chance, I hope we can still work together. ”

Then a black butler took out a money bag, took out "eagle coins" from it, and distributed them to everyone, and the latter immediately left thankfully.

At that time, the dollar coin was also called the eagle coin, because the impact of the economic crisis made the value of the dollar note very unstable, so the eagle coin was a hard currency.

Vasco da Sheridan threw out the last throwing knife and landed it directly under the crotch of the black man who was fixed against the wall, and the latter had fainted with fright and urine.

But da Gama didn't care, just picked up the red wine glass next to him and drank it down.

"Master, those guys are gone. What about Thomas Jonathan Jackson? ”

The black butler cautiously stepped forward and asked.

"Didn't a group of outlaws come not long ago?"

"It's the Serps, from Kentucky."

"Let them figure it out."

"Yes."

"Come back!" At this time, da Gama seemed to remember something again, and added.

"Send a few men to keep an eye on them, and don't let those guys run around! Fort Clark is mine! ”

"Yes, master. I'll do it. ”

The black butler slowly exited the room.

On the other hand, Jackson went to the countryside and began to visit several large manor owners in the vicinity, after all, he could not fight the entire gangsters of Fort Clark alone.

At the same time, those scum in Fort Clark can't be counted on at all, and the most powerful people in Virginia are these manor owners, and some even have the strength of the Sheridan family.

It's just that these manor owners usually only live in the countryside, and there are few conflicts between the two sides, so no one is willing to support Jackson to go to the city to seek justice.

Jackson ended up visiting a private farm that was no match for the estates, and the owner looked old, but he was the only one to send Stonewall out of the door.

Jackson returned to the cabin where he belonged, and there were some low stone walls outside, but they were a little dilapidated, and they were covered with tenacious plants.

After a day of renovation, this small home finally has a little bit of shape. While Jackson was chopping wood, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and he immediately dropped his axe and ran near the low wall.

There were seven cowboys in total, and they weren't dressed like locals. Moments before the men tried to break into the farm, Jackson fired a shot into the sky.

This is a warning, and it is not unusual for the United States to greet it in this way, after all, the law and order at that time was really not "good".

One of the cowboys at the head could only shout from afar, "Is it Sheriff Jackson?" ”

"It's me."

"Can I come here?"

"If you have anything to say, please say it directly."

The cowboy in the lead raised his hand to indicate that he had no ill intentions.

"I just want to say to you, Sheriff Jackson. It was Mayor Cottonton who asked us to come over. ”

"You're coming alone."

After the cowboys made eye contact with each other, the cowboy said.

"Okay, I'll do it."

The cowboy tried to enter on horseback, but was stopped by Jackson, so he climbed over the fence and walked to the low wall where Jackson was.

This time the latter spoke first.

"What's the Mayor looking for me?"

"Mr. Mayor has found a traitor to the Sheridan family, who can prove Da Gama Sheridan guilty, and has confessed the names of his comrades.

Please take a look at it. ”

The cowboy approached Jackson with a smile as he pulled a pistol from his bosom.

Just listen to "Bang! Boom! "Two gunshots.

The cowboy was shot once in the chest and once in the forehead, fell on his back, and the gun in his hand slipped to the ground.

The muzzle of Jackson's revolver was still smoking, and he didn't believe the other party's nonsense the whole time.

Although the "Stonewall" is a mess in the cultural classes at West Point, it is not inferior to those instructors compared to these military skills.

The six knights in the distance were still in shock, knowing that the seven of them were well-known robbers in the Kentucky area, especially since this kind of "door-to-door" assassination had never missed.

But this time they miscalculated, and not only did the other party not die, but also killed their own boss with two shots.

But before they could recover from the shock, another gunshot rang out, and a cowboy fell off his horse.

Jackson hid behind a low wall, observing the attackers' movements while leisurely firing bullets.

"Carter! Damn it! Let's go up and kill him! ”

A cowboy in a black wide-brimmed hat roars and knocks down the fence so their horses can rush into the farm.

The remaining five knights all pulled out their revolvers and galloped towards the low wall not far away, all of them veterans who knew the distance from each other's breech rifles.

The power and range of this gun is indeed much stronger than the revolver in their hands, but the speed of loading is also correspondingly much slower.

At this time, the revolver used by the Americans was still the most primitive old-fashioned weapon, which required pressing the hammer to shoot continuously.

But as long as they rush to the side of the low wall in one breath, the other party will die.

However, just halfway through, the gunfire rang out again, and another cowboy was shot and fell off his horse, although he was not hit in the vital part, but the fall from the horse running at high speed made it impossible for him to get up again.

"Damn! He actually has two shotguns! ”

The cowboy in the black wide-brimmed hat yelled, and the other diminutive cowboy replied.

"We're fine, he's dead this time! Shotguns don't change so quickly! ”

It's just that at this time, the two people next to them actually turned their horses' heads at the same time, and the two looked ahead with some confusion, and found that Jackson had once again raised his rifle.

The cowboy in the black wide-brimmed hat struggled to hold on to the horse's reins to avoid the muzzle of the black hole in front of him, while the short cowboy couldn't stop and rushed straight towards the low wall.

However, instead of hearing the gunshots, they heard the neighing of men and horses.

The short cowboy slammed his horse into the low wall, and was about to get up when Jackson was shot in the back of the heart.

Jackson dropped the bloody bayonet and began to reload again.

The news of the defeat of the Serput gang soon reached Sheridan's ears.

"What a bunch of rubbish! Seven to one actually missed! None as useful as I have seven dogs! ”

Vasco da Gama was indeed angry, he didn't expect this group of wanted criminals to be so useless.

"Master.."

The black butler spoke again, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by da Gama.

"What's the matter!"

The black butler cautiously said, "Two people from the Serput Gang have been arrested and are now in the police station."

"!"

Sheridan slashed the table with a knife, and the good birch table instantly had an opening, and the black butler was so frightened that he retreated again and again.

Vasco da Gama knew that the outlaws would say and do anything to survive, and even though they were just outsiders, God knew what Jackson would ask.

In order to solve the problem once and for all, Vasco da Gama decided to take someone with him personally.

Soon a dozen gunmen were in front of the town's police station, the midday sun was scorching hot, and the air was distorted by the water vapor emitted from the ground.

The streets of the town were now completely silent, with the sound of tumbleweeds and the chirping of crows.

"What a good day to kill!"

Vasco da Gama laughed, and with a wave of his hand, two dozen gunmen fired at the wooden façade of the town's police station, and from time to time there was the sound of ping-pong bottles shattering, and the bullets pierced through the wooden planks and covered almost the entire room.

After about five minutes, da Gama thought that the man inside must be dead and commanded his men.

"Drag the people out and hang them up at the mayor's door, so everyone knows what will happen if you go against me! Damn it! It's only a few dozen dollars a year, what a life! ”

However, as soon as the men opened the door, a violent explosion occurred, and a huge wave of air directly swept away the nearest gunners, and the broken wooden planks knocked down the remaining gunmen like fragments of grenades.

Vasco da Gama was also frightened and fell off his horse, and his pink suit was dyed yellow.

At that moment, gunshots rang out, and Jackson was crouching beside a makeshift stone wall and shooting. But this time he had an extra helper by his side, and he looked like an old farmer.

But in fact, Jackson's helper was the once-famous James Bowie, and his knife was the kind that Stallone used in his first blood.

Historically, James Bowie died at the hands of the Alamo, but this life Tasan Anna released all the prisoners of war after the occupation of the Alamo, so Bowie survived.

It's just that James Bowie lost all his honors at this time, and after returning to Virginia, he resigned from all positions and found a remote village to farm.

Until Jackson found him, James Bowie was never lacking in courage or fearing death, but his personal influence was limited in war.

At this time, the fight with the gang was obviously more suitable for him, and in the end, James Bowie and Jackson took out the gang that had entrenched in Fort Clark.

The two then teamed up to keep the town at peace for a long time, until two letters of complaint were sent to the White House.

President Polk angrily removed Fort Clark Sheriff Thomas Jonathan Jackson and Sheriff Bowie.

The former is an abuser of power, while the latter is simply a deserter from Alamo and a disgrace to Americans.

James Knox Polk, as a tough guy president, resolutely couldn't bear it.

The dismissal was nothing to James Bowie, who was just a farmer again. Actually, this is nothing to Jackson, and he is going to try his hand at becoming a farmer.

At this time, a messenger sent two letters, both from Austria, and delivered to them separately.

James Bowie was overjoyed when he opened the letter, because it had been sent by the Austrian Congo colony, inviting him, a brave man, to explore the unknown on the African continent.

Jackson also congratulated, and James Bowie asked curiously.

"Thomas, why don't you look at that letter?"

"I didn't deal with the Austrians, I fought Mexicans, black Mexicans to be exact, in the Mexican-American War."

"Let's see."

At the instigation of James Bowie, Jackson opened the outermost package, and inside was a delicate envelope with several large gilded letters written on it - the Austrian Empire, Theresa Military Academy.

This is a letter of acceptance from the highest military academy in the Austrian Empire.

(End of chapter)