Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 151 Chapter 150

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In 1848, a German immigrant named John Augustus Sutter discovered a secret that had been hidden for seven years in the Sacramento Valley not far east of San Francisco in California, USA, which caused an uproar in the United States. , shocked around the world.

This secret was the gold mine that John Sutter discovered there.

For a time, thousands of people, ranging from missionaries, civil servants, farmers, down to farmers, soldiers, and servants, turned into adventurers and gold diggers and poured into this magical land.The curtain of the frenzied gold rush kicked off.

In 1848, the port town of San Francisco had just 812 residents, a figure that had grown to 25000 just a year after the news got out.

Therefore, San Francisco, a city developed from a small town because of gold, also has a new name among the Chinese population, Jinshan!
(In 1851, a large number of gold mines were also discovered in Melbourne, Australia, which once again triggered a gold rush, so it was called the New Gold Mountain by the Chinese. In order to distinguish it, the original San Francisco was also changed from Gold Mountain to San Francisco, which is now San Francisco.)
With the spread of the gold rush, the gold mining industry has also developed in depth and breadth, and the scope of gold mining has spread throughout the entire western region.From Nevada, Arizona, Colorado, to Montana, Wyoming, Utah, and New Mexico, large and small gold mines have been discovered continuously, pushing the gold rush to its peak.

When getting rich overnight is no longer a dream, and getting rich on the same day is no longer out of reach, people will go crazy for it.

Even if he didn't even see the appearance of gold, he died on the long journey;

Even if they are lucky enough to find gold, they indulge in alcoholism and gambling because of it;
Even though he was on his way home with the harvest, his throat was cut by bandits and robbers in his sleep, and he ransacked everything.

And when hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions of lunatics with dreams of windfall flooded into these areas, the third climax of the American Westward Movement also came.

The gold rush has been raging for 30 years before it gradually fades away. Even after ten years have passed, some people still insist on this profession that can make them rich overnight.What Dai Pingan wants to do is to revive this maddening dream and burn every inch of New Austin.

From the moment the telegram was sent out, it immediately attracted attention everywhere, but the fastest responder was not the tumbleweed that also belonged to New Austin, but Blackwater Town in West Elizabeth.

A small high-level meeting was held in the Pinkerton Building behind the police station.

The new mayor of Blackwater Town, the new president of the bank, the manager of Pinkerton Company, and Sheriff Dunbar, whose wound has not fully healed, attended the meeting.

Radio is an impractical luxury for ordinary people, but it is an essential facility for local governments, commercial companies, and post offices.Therefore, regarding the unconfirmed news about the gold mine that has already been circulated among the upper echelons, the senior executives are not in a hurry. What really makes them anxious is the second half of the telegram:

cover
massacre
Beckett!
Just a few thin words, but the meaning behind them is utterly terrifying, and the associations they can arouse are an endless abyss leading straight to hell.

Just yesterday, the mayor, the manager, and the governor just defeated Sergeant Dunbar, who was skeptical, by three to one, and dispatched more than 200 Pinkerton detectives to Fort Cloth in New Austin. Composition support.

This is also the only major armed force that can maintain order in the southern part of West Elizabeth after the Blackwater Town was attacked by Dai Pingan.

in case,

if,

even if,
Or it's just a one in ten thousand possibility,
Colonel Beckett really did something shady in Armadillo Town as said in the telegram. For the few people present who made the support decision, it was definitely a hard to wake up and never-ending nightmare.

The noise outside the window has not stopped since noon. It is the sound of someone packing up their belongings, preparing a carriage, and planning to go to Armadillo Town to find out.And with the development of time, more and more people have this idea, and some people have even packed their bags to salute, carrying dusty gold mining equipment for a long time, riding alone, and setting off first.

The sound spread to his ears from the street outside, making the newly appointed mayor even more irritable. Suddenly, he thought of something, and involuntarily glanced at the person sitting opposite him.

"Sheriff Dunbar, ahem, I'm sorry." The mayor cleared his throat, trying not to show his inner panic:
"You are the sheriff of Blackwater Town, and you are also an old man here. You have rich experience and extensive knowledge. Do you know anything about Colonel Beckett of Fort Cloister?"

"I've only heard of this person, I haven't seen it, and I don't know the rest." Sergeant Dunbar shook his head:

"I only learned from you yesterday that he is the son of Mr. Robinson and has a deep relationship with the Pacific Railway Company."

"Cough cough..."

The mayor's throat became more uncomfortable:
"Then can you explain why you didn't support the support of Buchanbao yesterday, and tell us your reasons?"

"There's no reason, I just think it's a matter of New Austin, it has nothing to do with us in West Elizabeth, and we don't need to get involved, that's all."

Sergeant Dunbar's answer was spot on.

No matter what age you are, there are always some things that can make you grow again, such as a bullet shot from behind, such as the proud and ferocious sneer on his face that he will never forget.

After growing up, Sheriff Dunbar is not only no longer taciturn, but even lying has become more comfortable.

Wherever that person goes, there is hell.

Vaguely, Sergeant Dunbar had already guessed the truth of the matter. The reason why he remained silent and was unwilling to speak out was because he had no evidence and could not explain it at all.

At this moment, Sergeant Dunbar could only beg in his heart that the fire of hell not spread to the Blackwater town he was guarding. As for the support that had been sent out by Manager Pinkerton for a day, he could only silently wish them good luck. .

Sergeant Dunbar's guess was correct. Those Pinkerton detectives who had already entered New Austin and were about to arrive at Fort Buchner in half a day were unconsciously walking towards the gate of hell that the man pushed open step by step.

Because it was a cross-state support and it was a private company, the Pinkerton detective who came to support was not in such a hurry as Dai Ping'an expected.

More than 200 people had a rest at McFarlane Ranch on the way, and at dawn the next day, they set foot on the westward road in the farewell of Mr. Drew who warmly entertained them.It was almost noon when they arrived at the edge of Hennigan Heights, when the lead detective Pinkerton noticed something was wrong.

The town of Armadillo, which could have been seen from afar in the field of vision, has disappeared!Instead, there seemed to have been a war, leaving only the ruins of the ruins.

Is it too late?
The startled people couldn't help speeding up the horses under their crotches, and they couldn't even take care of the nearly 45-degree steep slope on the way down the mountain.

The slope is high and the road is steep, the faster you go down,
The horror of inertia is vividly reflected on this narrow and long downhill road,

When Detective Pinkerton was halfway down the slope, his brisk trot had turned into a gallop like a charge. It was at this moment that the leading detective saw the huge boulder that was similar in color to the mountain and blocked the end of the road ahead. .

Slowing down at this time, although very dangerous, is not without opportunities.

But at this moment, two large carriages filled with inflammable materials, also carrying burning flames, were pulled down the hillside side by side behind them, pulled by four startled horses.

There is a huge boulder blocking the road in front, and the carriage is rushing down behind it. On the left is a cliff as deep as [-] meters, and on the right is an unattainable mountain wall. What they are riding on is a war horse that cannot hold the rein.

Harsh screams sounded from the front and back of the line at the same time, and before the people in the middle figured out what was going on, Bill Williamson above, looking at Detective Pinkerton who had rushed to his feet, spat out cigarette, and slammed down the detonator.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

The explosives that split the mountain to open the way exploded a series of roars on the neat and smooth mountain wall.The gravel falling from the sky rushed down the cliff on the other side with the sand, horses, and people who had no time to scream before the carriage hit the ground.And the survivors at both ends of the team also ushered in death in the way of broken bones and tendons amidst their own screams.

The loud noise alarmed the crowd who were still arguing. When they left the sheriff who was trying to explain and looked back, they found the long road built by the mountains on the Hennigan Heights.
Disappeared.

(End of this chapter)