wavenovel Chapter 32 Catching the Wolf
Chapter 32 Catching the Wolf
In this not-so-large kitchen, the smell of rust was almost overwhelming.
The floor was covered with a layer of red carpet, sticky and smelly, and it made an unpleasant "splat" sound when you stepped on it.
Hans, the fat man, was huddled in the corner. He had been stabbed with a sharp blade and bled to death bit by bit.
It's like bleeding a chicken.
White and the others glanced at it and then stopped paying attention; there was nothing interesting about a dead person.
"Tsk, that's ruthless." A white man with a missing front tooth kicked Hans's foot and then asked:
"Captain, what's next? Should we go look around elsewhere to see if there are any other unruly slave laborers?"
White scoffed, "Screw you. These thugs could kill everyone in this manor, why would they leave any alive for us to catch?"
He glanced around, his eyes filled with disdain:
"You don't expect those overseers who only know how to wield whips to handle thugs like these, do you? These good-for-nothings are terrified."
After hurling two curses, he turned to his teammates and said:
"Listen, this is not a simple riot. Look at all these corpses, look at that pig Hans! This is a massacre of us white people! It's a provocation against the civilized world!"
White's voice rose several octaves, his tone inflammatory:
"If we don't do something, those scum will be riding roughshod over us tomorrow! I'll show those thugs who the real masters of this land are!"
"That's right! Kill them!"
"Skin them alive and hang them on the trees!"
The team members echoed their sentiments, their enthusiasm running high.
The rifle teams of that era were mostly composed of extreme white supremacists.
In their eyes, this resistance is not only a crime, but also a trampling on their racial dignity.
White raised his hand to lower his voice:
"Of course, I'm not telling you to chase blindly. There's only one road in this valley, and the only places where horses can run away are the north and south entrances. We came in from the south entrance and didn't encounter anyone on the way. That means they ran north."
He pointed in the north direction:
"Now, we'll chase north for an hour! If we don't find anything within an hour, we'll turn back; after all, our horses aren't made of iron. What do you say?"
"No problem! Boss, whatever you say goes!"
"Chase them! Let them know what despair is!"
"I'm going to crush that leader's balls!"
No one objected; everyone made strong statements.
Some people even started discussing what kind of vigilante justice they would use after capturing the person—whether to burn them alive or drag them on a horse.
Seeing his men's high morale, White nodded in satisfaction. He himself was a complete racist, and this kind of revenge was more exciting for him than simply making money.
"Mount up! Let's go!"
A dozen or so cavalrymen mounted their horses again.
The sound of horses' hooves thundered once more.
Their target this time was Beigukou, where Xiao Yuanshan and his group had just left.
......
At the entrance to the North Valley, there is a pile of boulders.
Fang Jianqiu lay down behind the rock and swatted another fat, spotted mosquito.
"Snapped!"
There was a trace of blood on his palm.
Several red bumps had appeared on his exposed neck and the back of his hands, which were itchy and painful.
The mosquitoes in this rainforest are like miniature bombers.
But the enemy they were waiting for still hadn't arrived.
Fang Jianqiu looked up at the moon hanging in the night sky; the moon had already moved quite far to the west.
He decided to wait for the moon to travel a certain distance, at which point Xiaolin and the others should be able to reach their destination smoothly.
If the rifle team hadn't arrived by then, he would have retreated.
"Snapped!"
Another mosquito has died while trying to eat.
Fang Jianqiu even took a moment to glance at Hextech's experience bar.
Unfortunately, even though he had already killed dozens of mosquitoes on the ground, his experience bar remained unmoved, as if it had been welded shut.
"This mosquito has way too little experience."
Fang Jianqiu curled his lip.
Even if ten mosquitoes only give him a little experience, he has many evil methods to use mosquitoes to gain experience.
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
Just then, a slight tremor came from the ground.
Before Fang Jianqiu could even express his regret, his nerves instantly tensed up.
"So this commotion... has finally arrived?"
Such a dense clatter of hooves could not have been made by just one or two horses.
Fang Jianqiu quickly crouched down and then set up the Winchester rifle.
He peered through the cracks in the rocks toward the end of the road.
A moment later, more than a dozen dark figures appeared in sight.
They rode horses of various colors, galloping swiftly under the moonlight, raising a trail of dust in their wake.
Fang Jianqiu narrowed his eyes.
The distance is approximately two hundred meters.
This far exceeds the effective range of the "More Versatile Scope" which guarantees a hit within 100 meters.
But Fang Jianqiu did not wait and decisively pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A burst of fire shot out from the muzzle of the gun.
If they fire again within 100 meters, these experienced veterans will most likely charge at him under fire, taking advantage of their numbers and the speed of their horses.
When a dozen horses charge at once, even if he has cheat codes, he'll still be in a very difficult situation.
We must disrupt their formation from a distance, preventing them from launching a coordinated attack.
Although the guaranteed hit effect was gone, Fang Jianqiu still had the [Firearms Proficiency] skill bonus, and with the dozen or so horses crowding the main road, he was just a moving meat target.
Bullets pierced the night sky.
The cavalryman running at the front on the left suddenly jolted.
The bullet shattered his collarbone, and the immense impact sent him flying backward, crashing heavily behind the horse.
"Fuck! There's an ambush! Everyone scatter!"
White's voice rang out instantly, his reaction incredibly fast.
As expected, they were different from those amateur supervisors; professionals are indeed professionals.
They didn't even glance at their comrades who were shot, and they didn't even slow their horses down.
The white gunmen immediately pulled on the reins, and their originally dense formation instantly dispersed like flowers blooming.
"Bang! Bang!"
Several men with bolt-action rifles even started firing back from horseback.
After all, it was nighttime, and the muzzle flash of Fang Jianqiu's gun was extremely conspicuous in the darkness.
"Keep your heads low! Sprint at full speed! Spread out and charge straight through! Stay behind the rocks!"
White immediately made the most correct tactical command.
In such open terrain, stopping to exchange fire is suicidal; the only way is to utilize the cavalry's high mobility to quickly close the distance.
Once they get close, they're in charge.
"Pull out your guns and suppress him! Don't let him show his face!"
Another team member shouted and pulled out a double-barreled shotgun from beside the saddle, firing two shots haphazardly towards the pile of rocks.
Even at this distance, trolls can still be lethal.
Their reaction was undeniably quick and professional.
Unfortunately, the guy they encountered was cheating.
Fang Jianqiu calmly pulled back the bolt, chambered a round, and fired.
"Bang! Bang!"
At a distance of 100 meters, these old hands used the speed of the horse to twist left and right, their bodies crouching very low.
Fang Jianqiu used up all the bullets in two Winchester rifles, firing more than a dozen shots in total, before finally taking down another person.
That was a bad guy; he got shot in the head by his warhorse, and both he and the horse tumbled to the ground. He probably broke his neck.
Despite the rifle squad's initial display of prowess, Fang Jianqiu remained calm.
He abandoned Winchester, who had missed his target, and crouched down, quickly moving behind a larger boulder on the left.
"You've disrupted their formation; just let them scatter."
Fang Jianqiu immediately took up both revolvers and waited quietly.
Once they get within 100 meters, that's his hunting moment.
"Fuck! You dare ambush us when you're just one person?! You're asking for death!"
White felt relieved to see that there was only one firing point.
"Thank goodness only two unlucky guys died! Everyone! Speed things up!"
He did not panic when two of his teammates were shot.
Once we reach that pile of rubble, we can crush that little thief to death even with the hooves of a horse.
"Why aren't you firing? Trying to escape? Heh, too late!"
The white man at the front shouted, his face full of a ferocious smile. He had just finished firing his double-barreled shotgun and was drawing his revolver.
The distance is shrinking rapidly.
150 meters... 120 meters...
"Within 100 meters!"
These were the thoughts that arose in White's and Fang Jianqiu's minds almost simultaneously.
White relied on his keen eye, honed over many years.
Fang Jianqiu relied on his uncanny intuition that allowed him to hit the bullseye every time.