Abyss Train

Chapter 819 Rebellion against Tiangang

[Part ① · Six-pounder]

"I'm back! I'm back! I'm back!"

Jack Martin shook his hat vigorously and returned to the cliff of the valley. David immediately went out to meet him.

"Why the panic? Jack! What did you do?"

"Teacher Victor!" Jack was so excited that he could hardly control himself and handed the reins to Victor: "I killed a lot of bandits! So many!"

Victor was quite surprised: "Are you alone?"

Jack was trembling all over. He couldn't believe that he could accomplish such a feat by himself.

"——Yes! It only took sixteen minutes! With courage and wisdom! You can crush the evil!"

Wen Bucai said nothing, took Jack Martin's reins, then climbed onto the horse, tried the saddle, stroked the horse's neck, and tried to understand the animal's temper.

Victor: “Got a gun?”

Jack was speechless. He only got back a gun with three bullets left.

Mr. Keogh was in a state of confusion, and the Indian took the horse, saying in Jack's defense, "It is enough. It is just what the prophecy says it will be—the necessary objects have been gathered."

"I don't understand what this guy is talking about." Wen Bucai complained, "How about giving him some money? Sending this lifesaver away? I never like to owe favors to others."

"Let's go." Victor ignored Wen Bucai.

Jack Martin handed the gun to Wen Bucai and said solemnly:

"——You can do it! Vincent! If it's you! You can definitely do it! My first shot is only accurate."

"Is anyone listening to me?!" Wen Bucai looked innocent, then shrugged and said indifferently: "Oh my God! We are talking to ourselves again."

He turned the cylinder and adjusted this Stuart officer-tuned, Remington-produced cavalry pistol. It could be seen that its previous owner had some astigmatism, the crosshairs of the gun were biased to the left, and his shooting habits were bad to the bone.

The drunkard gently tapped and stabbed the front sight of the revolver, knocking the soft copper nail back into place.

Wen Bucai wanted to fire a gun to test the trajectory and waste a bullet to determine the consistency of the shooting.

"We only have three bullets left!" Jack quickly called for a stop.

"If we don't do this, it will be a waste of bullets." Wen Bucai explained patiently: "This is a necessary sacrifice."

Hearing this, Victor suddenly raised his head——

——In the smoke mirror, he also saw this scene, the scene where Vincent aimed his gun and fired the first useless bullet.

"boom!--"

The gunshots startled the horses and they ran around, and the four-man team was scattered in an instant. The sound of horses neighing could be heard everywhere in the valley.

Jack Martin, who was closest to the rainforest, suddenly had a creepy feeling - he barely pulled the reins and tried to move towards Vincent.

From the direction of the temple ruins, an earth-shaking roar was heard!

From the campfire in the Perfume Bottle Bandits' camp, thick smoke from the remains of guns still floated into the sky.

  More intense and dazzling flames burst out from the scaffolding on the fourth floor of the temple!

It was a cannon! A six-pounder! A Napoleon cannon from France!

It flew over the mountains and forests, flew seven hundred and eighty feet away, and flew into the mudflat!

  Countless sand and rocks flew everywhere, and the rock fragments scraped off a layer of flesh on Victor's shoulder!

At the same time, the big boss had just put down the telescope and occupied the high ground. After making sure that Jack Martin was not injured, he prepared to continue firing.

——He was already alone and had no help, and the stupid slaves had no idea how to use such a powerful weapon.

He used his soul power to split the gun mount and barrel, cleaned out the remaining gunpowder residue, and filled it again.

With a slight change of focus, the Big Boss's next target is David Victor.

"Damn you Austrian bastards."

"I gave you the most precious gift! I gave you the power of the arrow!"

"And you treated me like this! Victor! You betrayed my heart!"

The shells flew through the jungle, shattered the tree trunks, and landed beside Victor's brown pony at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye!

Victor didn't react at all. The speed at which the Big Leader replaced the bullets and filled the gunpowder was too fast! With the help of [Death Knell], he didn't need to open the barrel. He just had to open the barrel, fill it with ammunition, and then close it hastily, and he could fire the next shot immediately.

The fragments from the artillery explosion smashed the horse's head. Victor felt as if he was hit by a battering ram and flew backwards into the river beach, soaking in the warm stream. He didn't feel the pain for a while until a broken arm slowly flowed away with the river.

He couldn't hear any sound, as if his brain had stopped working and the pain had disappeared.

A lot of pieces of meat flew away along with the broken arm, and he couldn't tell whether they were the horse's or his own.

"Victor! Victor! Victor!!"

Wen Bucai picked him up, and he finally realized the pain as this Oriental man grabbed his hair and forcibly lifted him into the air.

A piece of rotten flesh slowly slid down from half of his torso, and he was almost cut into a human meat salad by the flying sandstone fragments.

"Uh"

Victor couldn't speak as he heard sobs in his throat. It seemed that the decisive battle had already begun, but the brothers were slow to realize the potential danger.

Wen Bucai hugged Victor's body and ran towards the canyon! He just wanted to avoid the artillery fire from the high point of the temple deep in the rainforest. This weapon was too terrible! In this wild west, this thing was like the roar of the gods!

Firearms have eliminated the gap between wizards and mortals, and cannons can also crush the evil spirits!

  The Remington in his hand could only shoot 80 feet at most, and there was no guarantee that he could hit the head! Even if he could find a rifle, it would definitely not be a match for this six-pound cannon - he couldn't play a snipe game with a cannon!

There is no doubt that in this passive environment, the big leader is stronger!

  The horse rushed into the canyon, and Victor in Wen Bucai's arms kept vomiting blood, and it seemed that his life was hanging by a thread!

"Victor! Is Jack coming?!" The Orientals had no idea what was going on. The insect juice powder that turned decay into magic was still on Kiopaup. If Jack could come, then Kio could also come.

But if we turn back now, we will have to continue to face the bombardment of the big boss!

Victor lowered his head and saw his blood flowing along the red rocks in the valley.

“——I can keep up.”

He tried his best to squeeze these words out of his throat.

"Follow the blood trail. Yes. Definitely."

  [Part②·Primitive Society]

Walk over the rocks and up the slope, then walk another four hundred feet into the messy fork in the canyon.

  Mr. Keogh and boy Jack rode their horses and caught up later, switching places with each other. The reliable Indian uncle threw a bottle of Mrs. White's solvent - Wen Bucai tried to reach out to catch it, but was shattered by a ruthless rifle bullet!

"He's coming! Coming so quickly?!" Wen Bucai exclaimed.

One hundred and fourteen feet away, from the dangerous cliff above the valley, the white horse carrying its master, the big leader, was madly chasing after the trapped beasts.

He possesses all the good qualities of Jack Martin, including the gun skills of the descendant of a lord of a gun-making family, hunting skills and Patton stick skills, as well as a willpower far beyond that of an ordinary person and excellent horsemanship.

He crossed the valley again and again, flew into the air again and again, always like a lingering shadow, holding up the Schneider rifle, just like the god of death constantly swinging his scythe.

"Vincent! I want you to surrender! Otherwise Victor will die!" The big boss still wanted to do business, he wanted to negotiate conditions: "This despicable incarnation killed my cadres! I need help! Just like before! Just like before!"

"You work for me! I'll give you a reward!"

The Schneider rifle began to work, just as Jack had imagined.

Capable of accurate shooting from a distance of a hundred feet, this valve rifle had a firing rate far ahead of its time. Later, its successor had a more resounding name, the British 77.

  The bullets kept hitting Vincent's soul! Hitting high and low, in just one minute, the big boss fired 64 rifle bullets! Maybe this is nothing in the eyes of modern people, but in the lawless land two hundred years ago, this is almost a miracle!

The drunkard lowered his head repeatedly, and Vincent dared not fight back! If he wanted to protect Victor, he had to swallow his anger. He had to shoot at the target above his head at this distance? The scrap metal in his hand could not do it at all!

A suffocating minute, a desperate minute.

The bullets whistled as they passed by, and Jack Martin could only watch helplessly as Teacher Victor became weaker and weaker.

  At the moment when the potion bottle was broken, Wen Bucai was able to catch some sticky insect juice. He couldn't free his hands, so he could only put his fingers into Victor's mouth. Although it was a bit strange to say this at this time, when Victor licked the liquid on his fingers while struggling to death, the atmosphere became tense and ambiguous.

"Finger! Yes! Finger!" Jack Martin finally came to his senses. He pulled out the hunting knife from the saddle and swung it hard at the index finger of his right hand!

The other half of the spirit of [Death Knell] is still obstructing! It seems that this lingering evil spirit will not allow Jack to hurt himself!

  The flexible yet hard pendulum and steel wire trapped Jack, and the blade broke immediately when it hit his index finger. This cowardly soul almost drove Jack crazy!

"My soul power! What on earth are you doing!"

  Kiopapu drew his bow and shot his arrow, aiming at the sky, but through the rocks of the canyon, he could hardly aim at the White Horse Demon King who was appearing and disappearing at that time! The big boss was very smart, and his spearmanship and horsemanship took advantage of the high ground.

"Jack! Only you can do it! Only you!" Mr. Keogh simply retracted his bow and arrow, ready to hand over a bottle of medicine at any time.

"[Kneller·Deathstroke]! Listen to me! Listen to me!"

  The clock's hanging wire and pendulum changed their positions in an instant, turning into sharp cutting knives, gnawing at Jack Martin's flesh and completely cutting off his index finger! It also took away some flesh from his tiger's mouth!

Almost at the same time, the big leader's posture of leaning forward and aiming accurately was disturbed.

  There was a look of shock and panic under the mask, and the finger left in the trigger frame turned into a pile of minced meat!

"idiot."

"Shameful! Hateful! Unforgivable bastard!"

"Jack Martin!"

He yelled in pain, the intense pain from the broken index finger driving him crazy.

Jack Martin was shaking with pain and could barely hold the horse's belly tight. The deadly sound of Schneider's rifle finally stopped for a while!

"Victor! Victor! Victor!"

The White Lady's products were poured from Mr. Keogh's palm onto Victor's body. The great writer's tattered body began to heal slowly, but too slowly! Too slowly! Compared to the panacea two hundred years later, it would take at least ten minutes to heal such terrible shelling damage. Victor lost an arm, and his stomach and right chest and lungs were covered with nearly a hundred wounds from the shrapnel, and his thigh was bleeding.

But they are not the only ones who possess this insect juice.

  Jack Martin only felt an itchy sensation on his palm, and a new brown finger bone gradually spread from the broken finger!

It came so fast! Compared to Victor's injury, it seemed to heal in an instant!

Jack Martin screamed, "He's going to shoot again! Vincent! Watch out!"

Having said this, Little Jack wanted to poke his eyes out without hesitation to destroy his eyesight, but [Kneller Deathstroke] grabbed his arm tightly and refused to let him do anything that would endanger his life.

Maybe losing one or two fingers is nothing, but Jack always has a deep fear of blinding his eyes deep in his soul. This is an instinct he cannot overcome - just like when encountering strong light, people will involuntarily cover their eyes.

He racked his brains but couldn't think of a solution! Should he continue to cut his fingers? Maybe he could succeed once or twice, but after experiencing this kind of severe pain, [Kneller·Death Bell] also began to betray him! This bloody palm refused to obey no matter what, and no fool would always cut off his fingers to survive!

It hurts so much, it’s so painful!

"boom!--"

  The bullet was originally flying towards Vincent, and the drunkard was fully prepared! To deal with the next round of shooting!

But when it flew over, it split in half! The strange change in trajectory caught Vincent off guard!

The powerful rifle bullet fragments bypassed the black horse rider, half of them hit Chiopap's thigh, and the other half smashed the head of the good horse under Jack Martin's crotch!

The two bullets created a perfect [V]-shaped beam, leaving a trail of blood from animals and humans in the air. In the blink of an eye, Jack fell off his horse and almost hit the rocks!

He was covered in wounds, yet he felt a strange tingling sensation in all the wounds.

  The big boss held the bottle of Mrs. Bai's medicine in his mouth, and almost drank the medicine while firing. He was about to approach the buffalo slope. On the next section of the road, Wen Bucai could reach the same shooting height! They would approach parallel.

Before this, this eighteen-year-old demon with rich combat experience must be fully prepared.

“Crack!——”

His left forearm suddenly dropped, suffering a fracture caused by the incarnation of Jack Martin. He felt extremely painful, and tears fell from the mask, and the tears slid to his chin with sweat.

He forcibly straightened his forearm holding the gun and recalibrated the gun line, but found that the index finger on his right hand that had just grown was broken again!

"Jack! Jack Martin! You are such a coward! You should listen to the guidance of your soul! You have to accept your fate!"

Jack was lying among the rocks, with almost no healthy flesh on his body. His face was covered in blood, but he was still babbling.

The yellow finger had no time to cover the skin before it was broken off by a sharp piece of rock!

Not only that, he also wanted to go after the wrist! He wanted to cripple the right hand that shot and killed people! He wanted to cut the flesh and tendons! He wanted to completely extinguish the gunpowder of the Schneider rifle! This gun was too powerful! Too scary!

The spirit thread of [Death Knell] tightly wrapped around the index finger. It tried to entangle and block Jack Martin's arm, and wanted to cut the sharp rock knife into pieces, but it couldn't stop it - not because Jack's will to survive was too weak, but because his fighting will prevailed.

"I can't even protect myself! But I want to protect my friends!"

(End of this chapter)