The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 639 Admission Notice

"Mr. Mayor, Mr. Sheriff, we are the police from Fort Clark." Several wretched guys introduced themselves, while the surrounding townspeople had already retreated further.

Jackson looked at the guys in front of him who had food written all over their faces, and said directly, "You are all fired."

Jackson's words surprised everyone around him, and even the accompanying state police felt that the man in front of him was crazy. Just from the meeting just now, they could conclude that the number of gangsters here would not be less than 30.

Without these temporary policemen, how can 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 single-handedly deal with the entire gang, let alone that Jackson could get away with it.

Fortunately, Mr. Mayor's butler had already contacted the Sheridan family before, and they would help whoever won Jake Sinton. This was what he had planned early on.

It's just that I didn't expect that "Stone Wall" to be so stupid. Fortunately, Congressman Terrell praised it.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with being a bad mayor and having a strong friend, but if you can gain the friendship of Senator Terrell, then it is not impossible to be a good mayor.

However, Mr. Jackson, whom Congressman Terrell spoke highly of, seems to be just a brainless reckless man. He is respectable for not cooperating with gangsters in order to get justice for others, but he is not worthy of his life, let alone boasting.

Hearing Jackson say "you are all fired", the "former" police officers in Fort Clark were stunned for a moment, but then sneered.

"Sir, are you crazy? We are the mainstay of this town! Without us, how can you negotiate terms with Mr. Vasco?"

"Stone Wall" said still expressionlessly.

"Hand over your police badges."

Jackson's attitude of not caring about threats made several police officers feel a little annoyed, and one of them even took off his police badge and fell to the ground.

"Wait to die! You crazy!"

The mayor on the side also persuaded.

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

"unnecessary."

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

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

"Stonewall" remained unmoved. After picking up the police badges on the ground one by one, he announced: "Residents of Fort Clark, from now on, no police officer will collect protection money from you, and no one will ask gangsters for protection money." Report your report!
The Fort Clark Police Department welcomes all brave and faithful individuals who want to make this place better starting today! "

Unsurprisingly, the words of "Stone Wall" won a lot of applause, which surprised and annoyed the "former" police officers and could only leave in despair, but none of the residents stood up and expressed their willingness to join the police force.

After that, Jackson did not go directly to the police station, but returned to his home.

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

The black man was forcibly fixed to a wall, and Vasco da Gama's throwing knife narrowly missed the servant's body every time.

It was just the kind of fear out of human instinct that made the man unable to stop yelling.Seeing this situation, several "former" police officers couldn't help admiring the financial resources of the Sheridan family. After all, black slaves at this time cost hundreds of dollars, and their annual wages were only a few tens of dollars.

Da Gama Sheridan: "Understood, thank you. If there is another chance, I hope we can cooperate."

Then a black butler took out a money bag and took out "Eagle Coins" from it to distribute to everyone, who immediately left gratefully.

Because there was an eagle pattern on the U.S. dollar coin at that time, it was also called the eagle coin. Because the impact of the economic crisis made the value of the U.S. dollar banknote very unstable, so the eagle coin was the hard currency.

Da Gama Sheridan threw the last throwing knife and landed directly on the crotch of the black man who was fixed on the wall.

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

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

The black butler approached cautiously and asked.

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

"It's the Selpt Gang, from Kentucky."

"Let them figure it out."

"Yes."

"Come back!" Da Gama seemed to remember something at this moment, and added another sentence.

"Send a few people to watch them, don't let those guys run around! Fort Clark is mine!"

"Yes, master. I'll do it now."

The black butler slowly exited the room.

On the other hand, Jackson went to the countryside and began to visit several relatively large estate owners in the vicinity. After all, it was impossible for him alone to fight the gangs in Fort Clark.

At the same time, those scumbags in Fort Clark couldn't count on it at all, and the most powerful people in Virginia were these manor owners, some of whom were even as powerful as 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.

The last one Jackson visited was a private farm, the size of which was completely incomparable to those of those manors, and the owner of the farm looked old, but he was also the only one who sent "Stone Wall" out of the house.

Jackson returned to the log cabin that belonged to him. There were still some low walls made of stones outside, but they were already a bit dilapidated and covered with tenacious plants.

After a day of repairs, this small home finally has some appearance.When Jackson was chopping wood, he suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes in the distance. He immediately dropped his ax and ran near the low wall.

There were seven cowboys who came, and they didn't dress like the locals.Just before the men tried to break into the farm, Jackson shot into the sky.

This is a warning. It is not uncommon to say hello in this way in the United States at this time. After all, the law and order at that time could not be called "good".

A cowboy in the lead could only shout from a distance: "Is it Sheriff Jackson?"

"it's me."

"Can I come over?"

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

The cowboy in the lead raised his hand to show that he was not malicious.

"I just wanted to tell you, Sheriff Jackson. Mayor Cotton sent us here."

"You come here alone."

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

"Okay, I'll be right here."

The cowboy wanted to ride in, but was stopped by Jackson, so the former could only climb over the fence and walk towards the low wall where Jackson was.

This time the latter spoke first.

"What does the mayor want from me?"

"Mr. Mayor has found a traitor to the Sheridan family who can convict Vasco da Gama Sheridan and give out the names of his accomplices.

Please also take a look. "

The cowboy drew a pistol from his pocket as he approached Jackson, smiling.
Just heard "Boom! Boom!" Two gunshots were heard.

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

The revolver in Jackson's hand was still emitting white smoke from the muzzle, and he never believed the opponent's nonsense from the beginning to the end.

Although "Stone Wall" was a mess in the culture class of West Point Military Academy, compared with these military skills, he was not inferior to those instructors at all.

The six knights in the distance are still in shock. You must know that the seven of them are well-known robbers in the Kentucky area, especially this kind of "door-to-door" assassination has never missed.

But this time they miscalculated, the opponent not only survived, but also killed their own boss with two shots.

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

Jackson hid behind the low wall while observing the movements of the attackers, while reloading bullets leisurely.

"Carter! Damn! Kill him together!"

A cowboy in a black sombrero roared down a fence so their horses could charge into the farm.

The remaining five knights took out their revolvers and charged towards the low wall not far away. They were all front-loading rifles used by veterans who knew the distance from each other just now.

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

At this time, the revolvers used by Americans were still the most primitive old-fashioned weapons that required pressing the hammer to shoot continuously.

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

However, just halfway through the rush, gunshots rang out again, and another cowboy was shot and fell off his horse. Although he was hit in a non-critical part, the fall from the high-speed horse made him unable to recover.

"Damn it! He has two shotguns!"

The cowboy in the black sombrero snarled, and the other smaller cowboy replied.

"We're fine this time he's dead! The shotgun doesn't reload that fast!"

But at this moment, the two people beside them turned their horses' heads at the same time. They looked forward with some doubts, and found that Jackson raised his rifle again.

The cowboy wearing a black wide-brimmed hat struggled to pull the horse's rein, trying to avoid the black muzzle of the gun in front of him, while the short cowboy couldn't stop and rushed straight towards the low wall.

However, they did not hear the gunshot, but the neighing of men and horses.

The short cowboy slammed into the low wall with his man and horse, and was shot in the back by Jackson when he was about to get up.

Jackson dropped the bloody bayonet and began reloading again.
News of the Selpt gang's failure quickly reached Sheridan's ears.

"It's a bunch of trash! Seven against one and it's still missed! It's not as useful as my seven dogs!"

Da Gama was really angry, he didn't expect this group of wanted criminals to be so useless.

"Owner.."

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

"What else is there!"

The black butler said cautiously: "Two people from the Selput gang have been arrested, and they are now in the police station."

"Oh shit!"

Sheridan chopped the table fiercely with a knife, and the top-quality birch wood table was instantly scratched, and the black butler backed away in fright.

Da Gama knew that those desperadoes would say and do anything in order to survive. Although 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 the man himself.

Soon, more than two dozen gunmen arrived in front of the town's police station. The midday sun was scorchingly hot, and the air was distorted by the water vapor emitted from the ground.

The streets of the small town were completely quiet at this time, with the sound of tumbleweeds and the crows of crows.

"What a day to kill!"

Da Gama laughed, and with a wave of his hand, more than two dozen gunmen shot at the wooden outer wall of the small town police station. From time to time, there was the sound of shattering bottles, and the bullets penetrated the wooden boards and almost covered the entire room. .

After about 5 minutes, Da Gama felt that the people inside must be dead, so he gave orders to his subordinates.

"Drag people out and hang them at the door of the mayor's house, so that everyone will know what it's like to fight against me! Damn it! What kind of life is only a few dozen dollars a year!"

It's just that as soon as the subordinates opened the door, there was a violent explosion. The huge air wave directly lifted the nearest gunmen, and the broken wooden board knocked down the remaining gunmen like fragments of a grenade.

Vasco da Gama fell off his horse in fright, and his pink suit was stained an earthy yellow.

Then shots rang out as Jackson was crouching next to a makeshift stone wall and firing.But this time he has an extra helper beside him, who looks like an old farmer.

But in fact Jackson's assistant is the once famous James Bowie, and his knife is the kind used by Stallone in the first blood.

Historically, James Bowie died in the Alamo, but in this life, Tasan Anna released all the prisoners of war after occupying 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 country to farm.

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

At this time, the fight with gangsters is obviously more suitable for him. In the end, James Bowie and Jackson killed the gangster entrenched in Fort Clark.

After that, the two teamed up to let the town enjoy peace for a long time, until the two whistleblowing letters were sent to the White House.

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

The former is a scum who abused his power, and the latter is a deserter from the Alamo and a disgrace to the United States.

James Knox Polk, the tough-guy president, couldn't stand it.

This dismissal meant nothing to James Bowie, who was just a farmer again.In fact, this is nothing to Jackson, he is also going to try to be a farmer.

At this time, a courier sent two letters, both from Austria, to the two men respectively.

James Bowie was very happy after opening the letter, because it was sent by the Austrian Congo colony, inviting him, a brave man, to explore the unknown on the African continent.

Jackson also congratulated, when James Bowie asked curiously.

"Thomas, why don't you read that letter?"

"I never dealt with Austrians. In the Mexican-American War, I fought Mexicans, or black Mexicans to be precise."

"Let's take a look."

Under the instigation of James Bowie, Jackson opened the outermost package, and inside was an exquisite envelope with a few big gold characters written on it—Austrian Empire, Teresa Military Academy.

This is an admission letter from the highest military academy in the Austrian Empire.

(End of this chapter)