Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 173 Chapter 172
172,

bloody night,

It finally came to an end with the deaths of more than two dozen drunks. Of course, this did not affect the hustle and bustle in the center of Armadillo Town.

When those idlers who fought all night were rubbing their bloodshot eyes, rubbing their greasy and rough faces, and swaying back to their respective tents with false steps, some gossips were already circulating in the camp against the rising sun. over and over.

Talk a little bit about the cowardice of those drunkards before they died, talk twice about Huang Feihong's hard work, and the rest of the nine hundred and ninety-seven are all the latest news about gold——

How much gold ore did the defeated Colonel Beckett take with him when he fled?

Some people say thousands, others say tens of thousands, and others say tens or even millions. In order to argue about this issue, some people don't even have breakfast.

It's like a farmer and a peasant woman in the field arguing about whether the emperor used a golden hoe or a golden dung fork to work in the field.

However, no matter whether it was a hoe or a dung fork, the farmers and women felt that the emperor used it should be a valuable item, so no matter whether it was a few thousand or tens of thousands, people who heard the news felt that Colonel Beckett was very valuable at the moment, very valuable. Very valuable.

So much so that some people wonder whether Colonel Beckett has hollowed out the gold mine in Armadillo Town, and the cave above the Hanging Cliff is just an abandoned hole.

People are scary, and they can scare people to death. Fortunately, this statement was quickly deciphered.

At noon, news came back from the Hanging Cliff, and a few more people who were not afraid of death climbed up, but they still fell to pieces, but what was different this time was that the people guarding the cliff this time picked up the dead body from the purse they carried with them. The fine metal ore was dug out.

This news was not only personally confirmed by Mr. Peel, but also the raw metal ore brought back was burnt by a raging fire, and gleaming liquid gold leaked out under the eyes of everyone.

In the afternoon of the same day, a temporary alliance formed by hundreds of gold diggers signed an agreement with Li Jiayuan on repairing the bridge and re-digging the tunnel.

After all, no matter how good gold is, you have to save your life, so the investment required in the early stage becomes normal.It was also on this night that Li Jiayuan returned to the camp of the Chinese laborers and pulled up the road repair team by paying wages in advance.

What's interesting is that even though the road construction on the inverted cliff has been in full swing for two full days, the leader of the Chinese workers in the camp, the successor of Uncle Han, a generation of heroes Huang Feihong still hasn't been released.

Not enough money!
one thousand dollars,
Whether it's a ransom or a fine,
Three days in a row, Aunt Thirteen still couldn't come up with it.

Is this amount much?

Of course there are many, two gold bricks can be exchanged on the black market, half of which is enough for Dai Pingan to survive in the dangerous Van der Lin gang.

Correspondingly, there are quite a lot of people in the Chinese labor camp.

In a camp of more than 500 people, even if Dai Pingan kills a small number of people, and the remaining living people share a share, the amount allocated to each Chinese laborer is only a little more than two dollars, which is almost their monthly salary.

But this little money,

Thirteenth Aunt couldn't make it out after three days of trying to figure it out.

Even if Li Jiayuan just paid a month's salary in advance,
Even if Aunt Thirteen and the others brought six or seven hundred dollars with them when they came,
Even if Huang Feihong took the risk a few days ago to help Uncle Han take off his head so that he can be buried safely.

Is there really no one to give charcoal in a timely manner?
Of course not,
Some people gave all their money to help, and spent the last dollar on their bodies just in case; some people worked day and night, doing their best to wash clothes to make money, for three nights in a row.But in the face of reality, there are still too few such people, and with few people and little money, the cash they can scrape together is only a drop in the bucket in the end, which is useless.

And all of this is because Li Jiayuan specially returned to the camp to release the news:

Huang Feihong offended Dai Pingan again.

also the offender,

If you offend Master Huang, say something nice when we meet again, kowtow to admit your mistake, and then get over it, at worst, give some money when you see a doctor in the future.

But if it was Master Dai who offended him, he might have to pay with his life. Even if he doesn't care about it now, it will be fine for a while, who knows if Master Dai will settle accounts later in the fall and make trouble again.What's more, they will have to make a living under Mr. Li's hands in the future, and they are Mr. Dai's confidantes!
So, Master Huang offended Mr. Dai, which has nothing to do with them, and they don't want to have anything to do with it.

Dai Ping'an had expected this point a long time ago.

If Uncle Han is alive, maybe the money can still be collected. Once Uncle Han dies, hum...

For more than ten years, Uncle Han has managed a camp of hundreds of people in an orderly manner, taking care of everyone's livelihood, even if there is no credit, there is hard work.

The results of it?
Hanging in the camp for several days, no one dared to take care of it when the weather changed. In the end, it was Huang Feihong, an outsider, who came to clean up the situation and reluctantly buried in the ground.

How sad, how deserving.

On the other side is the 60 people who survived the Pinkerton detectives and police in the woods of West Elizabeth with Li Jiayuan.

Sixty men, sixty madmen frightened by death,
Yan Xiaoguo was right, apart from being loyal to Dai Ping'an, they had no skills, they couldn't ride horses, they couldn't shoot their guns accurately, they didn't even know English, they were useless.

But what Yan Xiaoguo didn't know was that in order to learn how to ride a horse, some people tied their legs to the horse and patrolled with Major Milton's cavalry every day; in order to master shooting, some people practiced day and night, and even scrapped several guns; He couldn't recognize everything, but he was able to dive headlong into the ruins of Armadillo Town, and in just a few days, he learned to communicate in everyday language and swear words.

Don't blame others for not helping you, and don't blame others for not giving you a chance. When reaching out for help, first see what you are.

Listen to the burden of cross talk, watch the score in football,
I have made myself a joke, so don't blame others for looking down on me, occupying the latrine and not shitting, eating sea cucumbers with my stomach full, and things like toads.

(Writing here, I feel much more comfortable)

In just three days, Armadillo Town welcomed nearly a thousand people. The huts and tents were set up one after the other, and the horses in captivity were endless. They had to use paint to mark numbers on the horses to avoid confusion. .

At this time, Armadillo Town can be said to be a city built of tents.Mayor Hartman's status has also risen accordingly. Even though he is busy every day without touching the ground, he feels great satisfaction in his heart, and even talks in his sleep with a superior tone.

Arthur Morgan, a bandit from Van der Linn's gang turned into Sergeant Yake of Armadillo Town, with strict law enforcement and uprightness, every day he teaches not only thieves, but also swindlers. Also happy.

Javier Iscola, as a Mexican, was quickly accepted by the disabled members of the Howling Wolf Gang, and easily became the leader of the Howling Wolf Gang in the Cactus area, thinking about how to expand the team and increase manpower every day.

Bill Williamson, who returned to military life, mingled with Major Milton's cavalry all day long, either riding horses on patrol in the wilderness, or guarding the camp with weapons, and by the way, told the people around him about Dai Pingan's lavish spending and spending money like water .

Except for Huang Feihong, who was trapped in Armadillo Town and recuperated, everyone seemed to be satisfied with the current state, but in fact, they were all silently preparing, waiting for a battle that would determine whether the life in front of them could continue.
A battle that is about to come, but has yet to come.

Until the afternoon of the tenth day, a distinctive team appeared in the traffic going to Armadillo Town.

Ten freight carriages, each of which was filled with tightly covered goods, the wheels passed by, pressing two deep marks on the hard road surface, but the escort guards who were armed to the teeth made those who felt this Ordinary people who are interested have to stay away.

When the team approached the range of Cactus Spring, a small flag appeared on the front of the first car.

A large black circle was painted on the white flag fluttering in the wind, with a capital letter "S" in the center of the black circle and a dollar sign with two vertical bars. Except for the lack of blood-red handprints, the rest was exactly the same as the armband of the Provisional Independence Regiment.

After driving into the desert of cactus and clear springs, the militia patrolled by the independent regiment immediately responded by the roadside.The convoy did not continue along the main road, but turned south and turned into the lakeside on the east side of Don Julio Lake. Dai Pingan had already led people to set up Maxim here and waited for a long time.

Reining in the reins of the carriage, before the wheels stopped, a figure jumped out of the carriage impatiently.He took off his hat, showing a dusty but excited face. It was Dai Pingan who put it back ten days ago. Ulysses Grant, an excellent sales and technical staff of the French Hatchkiss Company in the United States .

Perhaps it was because he had almost died once in the hands of Dai Pingan, and Mr. Grant, who had returned again, was much more courageous.He ignored the threats from the muzzles around him, and asked someone to carry a strangely shaped heavy machine gun in front of Dai Ping'an before saying hello.

"I'm very glad to see you again, Mr. Dai. I have to say that your new image is very impressive, just like a different person."

"I am also very glad to meet you again, Mr. Grant. I only hope that what you bring will not disappoint me."

"How is it possible, Dai Pingan, you are as direct as ever, please allow me to introduce you,"

As he spoke, Grant pointed to the strangely shaped weapon under his feet, which looked like an electromagnetic gun:

"Hotkiss 1897 heavy machine gun, our company's flagship product."

"First, it is strong and reliable. With the same weight, our 1897 full gun has only more than 30 parts. It has a simple structure and is easy to repair and replace;

Second, the spring board is used for bomb feeding.Whether it is replacing bullets or troubleshooting, it is very fast and convenient, and it can save bullets at the same time;

Third, third, our company's advanced patented, unique air-cooled design.Completely free from water dependence, perfectly suited to the special environment of the New Austin desert, it is simply designed for Mr. Dai's current needs.

In short, as long as you can control the rate of fire to 1897 rounds per minute, our Hotkiss [-] heavy machine gun can shoot endlessly. "

After the enthusiastic Grant finished his introduction, he thought the other party would be pleasantly surprised, but what he saw was Dai Ping'an's indifferent face.Dai Ping'an did not expect that during the War of Resistance Against Japan, the ancestor of the notorious Type [-] heavy machine gun in Little Japan would have such a virtue and be so ugly.

"do you have anything else?"

"Uh...of course." Grant pointed to the carriage behind him:

"In addition to the [-] machine guns in the first car, considering your future needs, I will also bring you [-] brand new bolt-action rifles, a car of shells, and the remaining six cars of various types of bullets. These Add it all up and I can give you a discount..."

Having said this, Grant hesitated for a moment:
"About nineteen thousand one hundred..."

"Bang" sound,
A package fell heavily in front of Grant:
"This is twenty thousand."

Then Dai Pingan waved to Bill and others who were already eager to try:

"Inspection!"

Bill and the others were very careful. It was not a random check, but every box of bullets and weapons in every carriage had to be unloaded and opened for inspection.The transactions this time are all life-threatening things, and no one dares to be careless.

In the end, even the Hatkis 47mm rapid-fire guns captured before were pushed out, loaded with lucky shells, and fired at the St. Louis River to the south.

The sound of guns broke the tranquility of Lake Don Julio, but this did not affect Mr. Grant's interest in counting the money. He counted a bag of money five times.

After all the weapons and bullets were inspected and Dai Ping'an's permission was obtained, he hugged him tightly in his arms contentedly.

"Mr. Dai, what you said before is indeed correct,"

Covering his humming ears, Grant yelled at Dai Pingan:
"People like you are valid customers for us, damn why didn't I think of that sooner."

This transaction emptied one-third of the inventory he was responsible for. More importantly, although there were some risks, customers like Dai Pingan not only paid faster than the military in the past, but also saved bribes and kickbacks, etc. What a shitty thing.

"You are simply more suitable to be a weapons salesman than I am. When you let me go back, I was really worried that you would take my job." Grant said half-jokingly.

"If I want to take your job, I will keep these weapons and not charge a penny." After the transaction was completed, Dai Ping'an's mood improved a lot.

"Can I ask why?"

Grant's face turned pale, and he asked tentatively while holding the package tightly in his arms.

"Take good money with confidence."

Dai Pingan gave the other party a reassuring look:

"What I mean is that as soon as the war breaks out, I can earn more from it as a salesman. In order to achieve this goal, it is normal to donate weapons a little in advance to develop the market, and it is considered an investment. Don't look at me like this, I also learned from others, just picking up people's wisdom."

"Learned from others? Can you tell me who it is?"

"American government."

Seeing the disbelief on the other party's face, Dai Ping'an has no interest in continuing:

"Apart from these, when you came, was there nothing else..."

"Oh, right, right,"

Grant suddenly realized:
"Your friend in Heishui Town asked me to bring a message. He agreed to meet, but for safety reasons, he hopes you can meet him in person."

Dai Pingan smiled:
"Go back and tell him there is no problem. Three days later, I will treat him to a drink in Heishui Town."

　Thanks to book friends, RustBlaster, Hantan Youbi, ~~~days~~~ for your reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)