Abyss Express

[Part①·Six-pounder gun]

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

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

"Why are you so panicked? Jack! What did you do?"

"Teacher Victor!" Jack was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and handed the reins to Victor: "I killed a lot of bandits! So many, so many!"

Victor was quite surprised: "Are you alone?"

Jack was shaking all over, and he couldn't believe that he could accomplish such a feat by himself——

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

Wen Bucai remained silent, took away Jack Martin's reins, then climbed onto the horse, tried the saddle for size, and stroked the horse's neck to find out the beast's temper.

Victor: "Do you have a gun?"

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

Mr. Keogh was mumbling as the Indian took the horse and defended Jack: "It's enough. This is exactly what the prophecy showed-the necessary items have been gathered together."

"I don't understand, what is this guy talking about?" Wen Bucai complained: "How about giving him a sum of money? Send this savior away? I never like to owe favors."

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

Jack Martin handed the gun to Wen Bucai and vowed -

"——You can do it! Vincent! If it were you! You can definitely do it! I only have the first shot that is more accurate."

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

He rotated the cylinder to correct this cavalry pistol, which was tuned by Stuart officers and produced by Remington. It was obvious that its previous owner had some astigmatism, the gun's aim was left, and his shooting habits were bad to the core. Went.

The alcoholic maniac gently tapped and prodded the front sight of the revolver, and knocked the soft copper nail back into place.

Wen Bucai wanted to shoot and test the ballistics, but he had to waste a bullet to determine the consistency of the shot.

"We only have the last three bullets left!" Jack quickly shouted to stop.

"Not doing this would be a waste of bullets." Wen Bucai patiently explained: "This is a necessary sacrifice."

Hearing these words, Victor suddenly raised his head——

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

"Bang!--"

The sound of gunfire caused the horses to run in all directions, and the team of four suddenly dispersed. Horses neighed all over the valley.

Jack Martin, who was closest to the rainforest, suddenly felt a creepy feeling - he reluctantly grabbed the reins and tried to lean towards Vincent.

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

Amid the campfires in the Perfume Bottle Bandits' camp, thick smoke from the remains of firearms still floated into the sky.

More intense and dazzling fire light shot out from the scaffolding on the fourth floor of the temple!

That's an iron cannon! A six-pounder! Napoleonic cannon from France!

It flew through the mountains and forests, flew 780 feet away, and flew into the tidal flat!

There were countless flying sand and rocks, and the rock fragments cut off a layer of flesh on Victor's shoulder!

At the same time, the big leader had just put down his telescope and occupied the high ground view. He was sure that Jack Martin was not injured, and he was ready to continue firing and firing——

——He is already alone and has no helpers. The stupid slaves don't know how to use such a powerful weapon.

He used the power of his soul to separate the barrel of the gun base, clean out the remaining powder residue, and fill it up again.

Turning the muzzle slightly, the next target of the big boss is David Victor.

"Damn Austrian bitch."

"I give you the most precious gift! I give you the power of arrows!"

"You treat me like this! Victor! You betrayed my heart!"

The cannonball flew through the jungle, shattered the tree trunks, and landed next to Victor's little brown pony at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!

Victor didn't react at all, the big boss was reloading the gunpowder too fast! With [Death Knell] here to help, he doesn't need to open the barrel, he only needs to open the barrel to pour ammunition, then close it hastily, and he can fire a shot immediately.

The fragments exploded by the shelling shattered the horse's head. Victor felt like he had been hit by a siege hammer. He fell upside down into the river beach and soaked in the warm stream. He could not feel the pain for a while, until A broken arm slowly flowed away with the river.

He couldn't hear any sounds, as if his brain had shut down and the pain had disappeared.

There were many pieces of meat floating into the distance along with the severed arm. He couldn't tell whether it belonged to the horse or his own.

"Victor! Victor! Victor!!"

Wen Bucai picked him up, and he finally realized the pain. The 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 turned into a human salad by the flying sand and rock fragments.

"Well"

A sob came from his throat, and Victor couldn't speak. It seems that the decisive battle has begun long ago, but the brothers have been 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 kind of weapon was too terrifying! In this wild west, this kind of thing is like the roar of the gods!

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

The Remington in his hand can only shoot up to eighty feet, and it's not guaranteed to hit the head! Even if he could find a rifle, it would never be a match for the six-pounder—he couldn't possibly play a sniper game with the cannon!

There is no doubt that in this environment of being passively beaten, the big boss is stronger!

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

"Victor! Is Jack coming with you?!"

The Oriental people couldn't figure out the situation at all. The insect juice powder that turned decay into magic was still on Keopup's body. If Jack can come, so can Keogh.

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

Victor lowered his head and saw his own blood flowing along the red rocks of the valley——

"——can keep up"

He tried his best to force the words out of his throat.

"Follow the blood stains. It can. It must be possible."

[Part②·Primitive Society]

Cross the rocks and climb the slope, then walk another 400 feet into the canyon's messy side roads.

Mr. Keogh and Mr. Jack caught up with their horses and whips, and exchanged positions with each other. The trustworthy Indian uncle threw a bottle of White Lady's solvent. Wen Bucai was about to reach out to take it, but was hit by a ruthless rifle bullet. Crushed!

"He's here! So fast?!" Wen Bucai exclaimed.

Coming from a hundred and fourteen feet away, from the dangerous cliff above the river valley, the white horse carried its owner and the big boss in a frantic pursuit of these trapped beasts.

He possesses all the good qualities of Jack Martin, including the marksmanship and martial arts skills of a lord who is the son of a gun-making family. Hunting skills and Barton stick skills, as well as willpower far beyond ordinary people, and excellent equestrian skills.

Crossing the river valley again and again, flying into the air again and again, he was always like a lingering shadow, raising the Schneider rifle, just like the god of death constantly swinging the scythe.

"Vincent! I want you to surrender! Otherwise Victor will die!" The big boss still wants to do business, and he wants to make conditions: "This despicable and shameless incarnation killed my cadres! I need help! Like before! Like before! Same as before!”

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

The Schneider rifle began to show its power, just like the scene in Jack's fantasy.

Accurate shooting from a hundred feet away, this live-door rifle has a rate of fire far beyond the times. Its successor later had a more famous name, Ying Qiqi.

Bullets kept hitting Vincent's soul power! Using the high to hit the low, in just one minute, the big boss fired sixty-four rifle bullets! Perhaps in the eyes of modern people, this is nothing, but in the lawless land two hundred years ago, this was almost a miracle!

The beating made the drunk man lower his head frequently, and the beating made Vincent dare not fight back! If he wants to protect Victor, he must swallow his anger and shoot at the target above his head from this distance? The scraps of metal in my hands simply can’t do it!

A suffocating minute, a desperate minute.

The bullets passed by and screamed sharply. Jack Martin could only watch helplessly, watching Teacher Victor getting weaker and weaker.

The moment the potion bottle was broken, Wen Bucai was still able to catch some sticky insect juice. He had no free hands, so he could only stuff his fingers into Victor's mouth - although it was a bit strange to say this at this time, but Victor When I was struggling to death, I licked the liquid on my fingers, and the atmosphere became tense and ambiguous.

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

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

The flexible yet hard pendulum and steel wire trapped Jack. The blade hit his index finger and immediately collapsed. This greedy and fearful soul almost drove Jack crazy!

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

Keopup drew his bow and arrow and pointed it straight into the sky, but through the rocks of the canyon, it was difficult for him to aim at the White Horse Demon King who was disappearing and appearing every now and then! The big leader is very smart, and his spearmanship and equestrian skills take 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·Death Knell]! Listen to me! Listen to me!"

The suspension wire and the pendulum of the clock suddenly changed their positions and turned into a sharp cutting knife. It gnawed open Jack Martin's flesh and completely cut off the index finger! He also took away part of the flesh and blood from the tiger’s mouth!

Almost at the same time, the big head probe's precise aiming posture was disturbed.

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

"idiot."

"Shameful! Damn! Inexcusable bitch!"

"Jack Martin!"

He screamed in pain, and the severe pain caused by the broken index finger drove him crazy.

Jack Martin was shaking all over in pain. He could barely tighten his grip on the horse's belly. The life-threatening sound of Schneider's rifle finally stopped for a while!

"Victor! Victor! Victor!"

Mrs. White's products spilled from Mr. Keogh's palm onto Victor's body - the great writer's tattered body also began to heal slowly, but too slowly! It's too slow! Compared with the panacea two hundred years later, it would take at least ten minutes to heal such a terrible shelling injury. Victor lost an arm, and his stomach and right chest and lungs were shattered with nearly a hundred wounds, and his thighs were bleeding all the time.

But they are not the only ones who have this kind of insect juice, not just them.

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

It came so quickly! Compared to Victor's injury, it seemed to be healed in an instant!

Jack Martin screamed: "He's going to shoot again! Vincent! Be careful!"

With that, little Jack wanted to poke his eyes out without thinking, but [Kneller·Death Bell] grabbed his arm tightly and would never let the original body do anything that would endanger his life.

Maybe losing one or two fingers is nothing, but the act of blinding the eyes always has a deep fear in Jack's 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 severe pain, [Kneller·Death Bell] also began to betray him! This bloody palm refused to obey no matter what, no fool would always cut off his fingers to survive!

It hurts so much, it's so painful!

"Bang!——"

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, it split into two halves halfway! The strange change in trajectory caught Vincent off guard!

The powerful rifle shrapnel bypassed the black horse rider, half of it hit Kiopapu's thigh, and the other half smashed the head of the good horse under Jack Martin's crotch!

The two bullets brought out a perfect [V]-shaped ray, leaving blood tracks of animals and humans in the air. Almost in the blink of an eye, Jack fell off his horse and almost hit the rocks!

He was covered in wounds, but he felt a strange numbness in all the wounds.

The big boss held the bottle of Mrs. White's medicine in his mouth, almost drinking the medicine while firing. He was about to get close to Buffalo Hill. On the next section of the road, Vincent could reach the same shooting height! They will approach parallel.

Before that, this 18-year-old demon with rich combat experience must be fully prepared.

"Crack!——"

His left forearm suddenly fell down, suffering from the fracture injury brought by Jack Martin's incarnation. He felt extremely painful, tears fell from the mask, and the tears slid to his chin with sweat.

He forced his forearm holding the gun to straighten and recalibrate the gun line. But he found that the index finger of his right hand that had just grown was broken again!

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

Jack collapsed in the rocks, with almost no good meat on his body. His face was covered with blood, but he was babbling.

The yellow finger didn't have time to cover the skin, and a sharp rock chip broke it off at the root!

Not only that, he also wanted to go to the wrist! He wanted to cripple this right hand that shot and killed people! He wanted to cut the meat and tendons! Completely extinguish the gunpowder of the Schneider rifle! This gun is so powerful! So scary!

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

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