Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 11 Uncle's scheming, the price of learning

11,

"Hold it, but don't hold it too tightly, you have to treat it as your lover, your lover, women don't like men who are too hard, she will be angry if they are too hard, relax..."

"Yes, hold it gently, just like holding her hand, you are ready to kiss her, take a deep breath, and go deeper, yes..."

"Then you take it out, hurry up, don't give the other party a reaction, but be steady, don't get caught by something, that would be bad..."

"Then, aim it at the target, the target you want to aim at..."

"Don't look at your hand, remember! You have to look at your target, don't worry, your hand knows what it should do..."

"Finally, use your fingers to gently buckle down...lightly! You are too hard!"

In the woods far from the camp, the uncle stood behind Dai Pingan, his hands wrapped around Dai Pingan's, and Dai Pingan was holding his gun.

Enduring the uncle's mouth full of alcohol at close range, Dai Ping'an frowned, but more deeply doubted:
"that's it?"

"that's it!"

The uncle let go of his hand and took a step back. In the other hand, he still held a bottle of wine tightly. It was the classic Fenton Tennessee corn whiskey that Dach gave Dai Pingan earlier.

"Otherwise? You want to learn the most powerful marksmanship, and what I will teach you is the most powerful marksmanship. That's how I taught Dach, and I also taught Arthur, that old fellow Hosea, if I wanted to learn it, I wouldn't do it." teaching!"

Seeing that Dai Ping'an was still hesitant, the uncle got angry:

"You don't believe it! Kid, if it's not for the gold, no, for the sake of this bottle of wine, I wouldn't even look at you with this attitude. I think back then I..."

While angrily talking about some unintelligible deeds of the year, he put down the wine bottle in his hand, took out another bottle of ordinary wine and took a big sip, then,
Uncle is different.

His waist, which had been bent all day long, straightened, his trembling hands stabilized, and even his drunken eyes, which were squinted all day long, became more charming.

The uncle's right hand naturally drooped down to the side of the pistol, while his left hand took out a one-cent coin from his pocket, showed it to Dai Pingan, and flicked his thumb!
"Bah!"

"Bah!"

……

The uncle moved his right wrist, and the pistol was still quietly inserted in the holster, as if it had never been moved. There was only a little bit of fireworks left, which danced with the wind and disappeared soon.

Dai Pingan didn't react for a long time.

Before the sun set, the golden sunlight broke through the obstruction of the leaves and broke in one by one, turning the whole forest into a world of light and shadow.

After the coin left the uncle's fingers, Dai Pingan couldn't see it anymore, but he heard two sounds, one was the gunshot of the bullet being fired from the muzzle, and the other was the impact of hitting the metal.

Dai Pingan searched for a long time in the forest, but failed to find the coin that was hit by the bullet. The uncle had already walked away with the wine in one hand and his waist in the other.

……

"Are you sure the person you're talking about is that old guy in the camp who was eating and waiting to die?"

"Are you sure you haven't been hallucinated by that old stuff?"

"Are you sure that old man taught you marksmanship and not something he learned when he hung out with some whore?"

Three days ago, after listening to Dai Ping'an's experience of learning marksmanship, especially when he learned that the tuition fee was another big gold brick, Mika felt unbalanced. The uncle revealed all the good things about Dai Ping'an.

After setting off, Dai Pingan was wearing John Marston's old clothes, including a denim vest and trousers. To keep warm, he also wore Arthur's shotgun coat and Arthur's Big Valley hat.These clothes were all washed by John's wife, Abigail Roberts, and sent over after they were dried.

Before, Dai Pingan wondered why the other party was so kind, but now he knew that the clothes he was wearing now were bought by John and Arthur on credit at double the price of the new clothes in his name.

There is also another old cowboy revolver, as well as the matching gun belt, holster, and bullet belt worn across the body, plus the densely packed bullets on it, all of which the uncle took from the accountant at double the price. Obold Strauss and Ms. Susan Grimshaw, housekeeper, in advance.

These all need to be repaid by Dai Pingan with real money or US dollars.

Before the strange uncle left, he stuffed [-] more rounds of ammunition into Dai Ping'an's bag. How dare he use him to get sales results!
Perhaps because he felt that the uncle's behavior was indeed a little too much, Hosea, who was riding a horse in front, didn't look back, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

Mika rode a horse and came to Dai Ping'an's side, and continued to complain:

"I don't fucking understand. An old and useless guy like Uncle, why did Da Qi keep him? His trash, it's fine if he doesn't die, but he can still find a woman in Valentine? What kind of woman can See him?"

"Maybe it's a woman older than uncle?"

There was a burst of laughter from behind, and the one who spoke followed Bill Williamson.

Micah didn't laugh. He and Bill had always been at loggerheads, and even fought.He took a hard look at the back, and turned his attention to Dai Pingan again:
"Actually, what I don't understand the most is why you choose to believe that old thing instead of me. Don't forget, I am also the person Dach arranged to take care of you."

Mika said brazenly, in fact, except for the money he won Dai Pingan by playing cards, he couldn't even find anyone at other times.

"Believe you? If I look for you, these bullets and clothes don't need to be paid?"

"Of course... that's not what I mean. I mean learn, learn, understand, why don't you learn from me. You already know me, and I rescued you from Strawberry Town. Look at my gun! "

While talking, Mika took out his two engraved revolvers and showed them to Dai Pingan:

"D.D. Panken Bush double-action revolver, you don't need to press the hammer, you can shoot directly by pulling the trigger, just like my marksmanship, fast!"

"As fast as Arthur?"

"Uh, almost! Almost! I don't know why Dach went, but he had to take Arthur with him? But this is not important, the important thing is the marksmanship. My marksmanship is a fast, two guns at once, hitting the opponent I can’t lift my head at all, it’s death to look up! How about it?”

"How about what?" Dai Ping was confused.

"Learn from me, isn't it just to shoot, I'll teach you. But I'm the real deal, not the same as the old liar in the camp who eats and drinks, I have two..."

Mika was talking enthusiastically, and seeing that his face was close to Dai Ping'an's, a long gun fell from the sky, separated the two of them, and landed on Dai Ping'an's right shoulder.

Bill came up on his horse, riding Brown Jack, an Arden horse like his master Bill's, strong, round, tall and strong, and he took Micah and His horse pushed aside.

With a light push of his hand, the spear slipped from his shoulder into Dai Ping'an's arms.

"Look at this, boy from Huaguo, this is what a man should use. The B.D. bolt-action rifle is powerful and has a long range. Follow me, within [-] yards, you can shoot wherever you point. If you install it With the scope, you can shoot even further."

Bill's voice was loud and his words were buzzing. He glanced at Micah who was scrambling to appease the horse with disdain:

"What's the use of marksmanship? If you're far away, you won't be able to hit him! I'm different. A shot from a distance kills him, and he doesn't even have a chance to draw his gun.

And I'm not greedy, just follow me, the price is the same as Uncle, a piece of gold is enough." As he spoke, Bill slapped Dai Pingan heavily on the shoulder:

"Huaguo boy, you should understand that what a real man needs is strength and length! Quickness is useless!"

At this moment, Micah finally managed to control the horse and catch up. Hearing that Bill, a mindless idiot, wanted to pry his benefactor, and lowered the price by half, he brandished a gun and was about to hit Bill on the head.

Bill was not polite, he pulled the horse to the right, and tried to do the same trick again, hitting Micah again.

"Hey! Stop it!"

Hosea, who had been paying attention to the movement behind, couldn't bear it anymore, pulled the rein and turned back:
"Put away both of your weapons! Mr. Williamson! Mr. Bell! Look at what you two look like now! You are just two whores competing for the guests in a bar!
And, Mr. Micah Bell, you still want to do it!Why, are you going to tear Mr. Williamson's hair out? "

While talking, Hosea took a deep look at Dai Pingan, and then forced both of them to put their weapons back.

As the think tank and second in command of the Van der Lin gang, Hosea will take care of all affairs in the camp when Dutch is away.He reprimanded both Bill and Micah, neither of whom had the slightest temper.

"Can't you learn from Mr. Javier Iscola? Be a gentleman, be more stable, and look like a man should be."

When he said this, both of them couldn't help but glanced back, and Dai Pingan followed suit.

Javier, who was following at the back, rode his horse unhurriedly, watching the farce ahead steadily.He didn't take the reins of the horse, and let the horse follow the team by itself. He held his chest with one hand and held a cigarette in the other, indescribably indifferent and chic.Seeing Dai Pingan looking over, the Mexican who had been silent all the way finally spoke:

"I'm not as fast as Micah or as far as Bill,"

Javier lightly flicked the cigarette ash:
"But my gun is more accurate than theirs!"

Hosea was speechless.

He finally set his sights on Dai Ping'an.

"Choose one, Mr. Dai Ping'an, these three women! You have completely conquered them! Facing the temptation of money, the three of them don't even want to lose face!"

Hosea was so angry that even the wrinkles on his face trembled:
"Hurry up and choose one! Mr. Dai Ping'an, make a choice sooner, these three worthless women will stop sooner, and we can hurry up sooner, Mr. Dai Ping'an, make your choice!"

How to say that sentence: children make choices, of course adults want all of them.

Dai Ping'an was an adult, of course he chose to have everything, anyway, he didn't itch if he had too many lice, and didn't worry about debts, and he didn't even let Hosea go.

Three people, one piece of gold each, if Hosea can make him learn faster, Hosea can also get a piece of gold as a reward.

Therefore, this trip to find gold became Dai Pingan's journey of learning and journey to hell.But Dai Ping'an not only flinched, but also enjoyed it. He often strengthened the training intensity by himself, so that Dai Ping'an didn't stop at all without draining the last bit of strength.Along the way, the three of Micah were terrified, and even the well-informed Hosea had to admire Dai Ping'an's perseverance.

The hard work definitely pays off. After two or three days, Dai Ping'an has made rapid progress. Although he is still far behind the three elites of the battle group, using a gun already has a little meaning.

Next to the simple camp, Dai Pingan finally stopped after training.

He raised his arm, loosened the tree branch stuck under his armpit; untied the rope, lowered the weight, and inserted the two guns back into his belt; finally took down the wine bottle above his head, and gulped it down—tomorrow will be normal drink water.

"How many road workers are there?" Sitting by the campfire, Dai Pingan was resting while wiping his sweat. The venison had been roasted and could be eaten in a while.

"Twenty or so, less than thirty." Micah replied.

"Then why worry, even if they all have guns, we have Micah, we have Bill, and Javier, what is there to worry about?"

I don't know if I don't get in touch with them. After a few days, Dai Ping'an really saw how powerful the three of them are.Micah's quick draw, Bill's long-distance sniper, and Javier's precise shooting, although they are not as good as Uncle's skill in coin punching in the woods, (the three do not admit that it is true, they agree that It was the uncle who fooled Dai Pingan with a trick.) But it was enough for Dai Pingan to understand why the Van der Lin gang was able to run rampant in the West with only a few people, and the reason why the police and Pinkerton Detective couldn't stop them at all.

"I'm not worried about the number of the other party, but the reason for their appearance, Mr. Dai Pingan." Hosea's frown did not loosen:

"A lot of people are looking for us, in addition to the police, Pinkerton detectives, bounty hunters and the Cornish escort, so we must play it safe and keep a low profile. This railway is also owned by the Cornwall Railway Company, If their men spot and follow, our journey back will be in trouble."

"Mr. Dai Ping'an, are you sure no one knows the location of this gold except us?"

"Of course not!" Dai Pingan nodded affirmatively:
"When I was tortured in Strawberry Town, I said a few words to delay the time, but no one would find me here just by relying on those few words, not to mention that the policemen have already died in the hands of Micah."

"Of course, I killed all the policemen. I killed them according to the list I found. I didn't spare any of them, not a single one!"

Micah smiled triumphantly, and while talking, he took out the pistol from the holster and put it aside.

"Mr. Dai Ping'an, have you rested? I think my favorite part of education should start again. Let's start early and end early, so that you will have a good appetite when you eat later, don't you?"

Micah grinned grimly, looking at Dai Pingan...

　Thank you Muxi Muxi for the first monthly ticket, and thank you for the two monthly tickets across the sky

　　I was too tired last night, and the planned plot collapsed when I finished writing it, so I am overwhelmed. Sorry, I will make it up in the next two days.

　　Thank you Huahu Z for your help and support all the time. I have gained a lot from the long talk with you all night. I will seriously consider my future content and try my best not to let it collapse.

　　Thanks to the old popsicle in the radiation wasteland and the great engineering warlock Skryli for their attention to the plot, but that person is not Arthur, not Micah, and not the poor uncle. I will give you a hint for this answer after they get the gold, don’t worry. It will be too long, tomorrow night at the most.

　　Finally, I would like to thank Muxi Muxi, thank you for wanting to eat sweets, thank you Mengzui Lisao · GL Zero Point, thank you Radiation Wasteland Old Popsicle, thank you Huahuz, thank you Jianniang WO Sauce, thank you Zhang San, the third-level leader, and thank you Shiku Lida engineering warlock, thank you Damo Yisu for the recommendation ticket.

　　Special thanks to Magic Silver Sakura Yao Limeng yikhai for the 9 recommended tickets for two consecutive days.

　　I will not give up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)