New Gods of North America.

Chapter 231 Common Thoughts
"boom!"

"Boom!"

"what--"

The sound of gunfire around me continued, and occasionally there were noises from members or horses being shot.

William Kidd tried to calm down and command the "crew" as much as possible, hoping to break into the steam train as soon as possible to avoid the harassment of those damn stray bullets:
"Third mate, take your men to climb onto the roof and shoot from above! First mate, you are responsible for organizing people to suppress the firepower over there, disperse the team, and imitate them in firing!"

It is not difficult to understand that "projectiles will make the range longer".

As early as when William Kidd was still a hunter, he heard from his predecessors that when bows and arrows were still used, people had already studied how to make them fly farther.

Therefore, those troublemakers in the distance are not rookies, but some insidious and slippery old foxes, or young foxes.

But that was all they could do. Once the members had controlled the passengers in the steam train, their few people could only continue to watch from afar.

"Damn it! There seem to be more and more counter-attacks in the carriage!"

"Don't hold back, suppress them with firepower!"

"what!"

"Don't shoot straight ahead! Raise the muzzle and see what the other party does!"

Damn troublemaker!
As the "captain" of the "Gary Adventure", William Kidd had not picked up his lever rifle for some time since the size of the members had grown.

However, at this time, he had to act like a leader, raising the muzzle of the gun 45 degrees, and letting the members learn from him to shoot at the harassers in the distance.

Perhaps seeing the so-called "rescue team" appear, the passengers on the steam train seemed to have unrealistic expectations.
The resistance encountered by the "third mate" seemed to be much greater than usual. Even though some members were suppressing fire into the car windows, there were still counterattacks and gunshots from the car.

The relatively larger number of people and denser formation actually became a disadvantage in long-range mutual projectiles.

Although there were only three or four members in the team who were actually shot, the continuous bullets falling obliquely from the sky and hitting the soil around them forced the members to be distracted and difficult to concentrate.

"Damn it! Why is the steam train moving again?!"

"Sunny Beach! The second mate has already brought people to blow up the bridge ahead. How dare they do that?!"

"Hurry up and attack the cab! Don't let the steam train move forward..."

William Kidd had just said half of his words when a slap came down from the top of his head. The captain's hat on his head instantly tilted to one side and then flew away.

His head shook and he fell off the horse with a buzzing sound in his ears. The horse neighed as a result.

"The Captain's been shot!"

"Go and protect the captain!"

"Shut up! I'm fine!"

William Kidd first shouted on the ground, then endured the discomfort, supported his horse and stood up as quickly as possible to avoid panic in the team.
He subconsciously covered his head and felt warm, then a burning pain.

The members nearby were all paying attention to William Kidd's situation.
He was seen touching his scalp which was scratched by a bullet, blood was oozing from between his fingers, his hair was messy, and his dark clothes were stained with mud.

The steam train has completed its initial speed increase at this time.
The third mate, who had just climbed onto the roof of the steam train, was now lying there with difficulty, holding the lever rifle against the roof to keep it stable, his face looking at the members who were getting farther and farther away, his eyes wide open, as if he was a little unbelievable and at a loss.

A member who tried to climb the car window was in an even worse situation. He seemed to have found a position without weapons and wanted to force his way in, but was pushed out by the people inside.
So when the steam train picked up speed, he didn't dare to let go, so he could only hang on to the window with difficulty, holding on to the window frame tightly with both hands, trying to continue climbing in.

The lever-action rifle was on his back, and his head seemed to be pushed and hit by a lady, but he didn't have the energy to fight back at the moment.

The steam train has gradually gone away,
If the railway ahead was still intact, the horses could catch up in a short distance, but it would be difficult to stop them quickly if the passengers actively fought back, and the operation would have been declared a failure.
And if the railway bridge ahead had been blown up by the Second Officer and his men...

William Kidd looked at the terrible scenes in front of him, his eyes gradually became sharp, and then he got back on the horse with the help of a member next to him.
Then William Kidd took a deep breath, raised his lever-action rifle, and fired several shots into the sky:
"Everyone follow me! I'm going to kill all those bastards and then scalp them to make shoes!!!"

……

"Hurry, hurry, run! It looks like they are about to catch up with us!"

Wayne blew the whistle here, then quickly took the lead and pulled the reins, controlling the horses to change direction.

The atmosphere at the detective agency was quite relaxed. A trainee detective was hit by a stray bullet during the gang's counterattack, and was given the opportunity to be treated to a drink by several detectives. By the way, the price he paid was becoming the "nephew" of those guys.

It doesn't matter whether he calls him that or not, but in the short term, there should be more people who call themselves "uncle" in front of him. Inissa relied on her bolt-action rifle's longer range and fired a shot before leaving, leaving a parting gift for the fastest bandit on the opposite side.
Willy, the little guy, has been taken care of by Lina for too long, and now he has become a bit naughty. He lit the extra-long fuse high explosive that Lina and Emma had helped him to make by hand and left it there, waiting to meet his destined person.

Wayne did not approve of his practice of dropping high explosives directly on the ground.

So when Wayne was making the arrangements before Willy, he told him to pile more pebbles on top of the explosives so that the destructive power would be greater.

By the way, Wayne thinks the idea of using an extra-long fuse is actually quite interesting.
We can customize it later and let Doug's owl airdrop at night. Even if it's just harassment, it's enough to keep the people in the base awake all night.

Because they had already prepared to escape and kept their distance, the detective agency acted quickly.
Running along the route chosen in advance, several agents even had the mood to look back at the "fireworks" left by Willy.

"Bam—"

Since the gang was chasing the detective agency members from a long distance, their route was a little off, and the flying stones should have hit a few gangsters, but no one was caught.

In fact, this would expose the fact that the detective agency had high explosives in advance, which would not be particularly beneficial for the subsequent ambush.

But when fighting against gangs in the wild, the detective agency didn't intend to wipe them out completely. This time the main purpose was to make their presence felt. They would win if they could keep the steam train, and then they would eat as much as they could.

"Hahahahaha, I win. You all remember this, five dollars each."

Wayne turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw that the agents over there were actually in the mood to make a bet.

……

"Damn it! They have explosives."

William Kidd listened to the scolding of the "first mate" beside him, and swung the reins hard again to make the horse speed up.

We had already lost several members in the process of firing at each other, and several more in the attack on the steam train.

The other members were fine, as they were all recruited and had little impact, but the "third mate" was one of his own who had followed him for many years, but he did not make any progress and was even taken away by the steam train.

A bunch of trash.

If the steam train really flipped into the valley, it would not be just a small case like "robbery". Some small towns that used to live in peace would no longer be accessible.
This time I was really unlucky. Not only did I encounter troublemakers, but there was also a madman on the steam train.

In this case, the only thing we can do is to eliminate these witnesses as quickly as possible, and then find an opportunity to take a few "our own people" away, hide for a while and see which way the wind blows before making any plans.

If it really doesn't work, the war in the Old World has not ended yet. Many people are coming from there now. It is not only easier to buy a ship ticket now, but it is also better than staying in America.

Only a fool would think the West is safer.

We kept chasing along the mountain road. The members in front suddenly slowed down, and the "first mate" seemed a little hesitant at this moment:
"Captain, there is a valley ahead. Should we go around it or continue chasing?"

William Kidd was interrupted from his thoughts and could not help but get angry. "If the steam train had an accident, those people would be witnesses. If they were let go, we might all be doomed."

Although the captain looked embarrassed at this time, he still maintained his dignity.

"Yes, Captain."

After all, the "first mate" was the one he had been with the longest, so he understood quickly and immediately conveyed the order:

"Keep chasing, don't let any of them escape! Try to keep the leading gigolo and the pretty girl alive."

The members responded quickly with a “Yes!”

The terrain in the valley was relatively narrow, and William Kidd and the "first mate" were marching relatively forward in the team.

Both sides here are close to cliffs, like a cake cut in half by a dried-up stream in the middle.

So far, we haven’t seen any fork in the road. The members chasing in the front should not have lost them. They are even firing from time to time, and the gunshots are echoing in the valley without stopping.

Those bastards knew how to find a place to escape, and they actually chose such a location.
If I were to prepare in advance, this would be a good ambush location. I only need to set up ambushes at both ends and on the top of the mountain. Even if it is a bounty hunter team with twice the number of people, I can arrange people to eliminate them.

William Kidd thought so, and while riding his horse, he also kept an eye on the surrounding situation.
Then he saw a little girl's head popping up from the top of the valley, and she seemed to be pointing her finger at this side.

and many more……

"Bam—"

(End of this chapter)