The Creators: From Night City

Jiang Bing leaned forward, looking at the age spots and sagging skin on the man's face. "Just like He didn't save the 234 pitiful souls in the cemetery on the back mountain."

The rope was looped around a corner of the cross by Flying Eagle, who had a cruel face. As he exerted force with his arms, the old priest was lifted off the ground with a "ho ho" sound.

As one of the best lassoers in the tribe, Eagle's knots are guaranteed to be strong and deadly.

"There's not much I can do, old man, except send you to see your Lord and let you hear what he has to say about you."

As the eagle continued to exert force, the old priest was pulled to the top of the cross, facing the painting of the Trinity behind him.

Jiang Bing watched the other party perform a long and passionate 'tap dance' before turning back and looking kindly at the faculty and staff below who were silent as a cicada.

But before he could say anything, Jiang Bing seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around, took out his revolver, and shot the old priest in the crotch, who was only twitching slightly.

As the blood mist filled the sky, the powerless old dancer seemed to have a second spring and began his dancing life again.

"I was so busy discussing your family's rules with you that I almost forgot about mine. Look at what a mess this has become. It's a good thing you haven't boarded the car to heaven yet."

Feiying standing by was full of admiration, almost giving a thumbs up.

Jiang Bing stretched out his hand and called out to him.

Feiying found a bulge nearby and tied the rope tightly.

"Let's see how many people here have done immoral things."

The results are gratifying.

There is no innocent person.

Jiang Bing looked up at the painted dome, then turned to look at Feiying, whose face was filled with cruelty.

"Is there enough rope?"

Feiying grinned, "Pearl said there are plenty of ropes in the confinement room. I've sent someone to follow her to get them."

"That's fine."

Panic and despair spread in everyone's hearts, and the fear of death made people take risks.

A priest suddenly rushed out from the crowd and fled frantically towards the church door.

But in the next second, he was shot into a hornet's nest by at least five guns, and fell to the ground cleanly.

Now, sobbing began to spread among the crowd.

The renovation of the church officially began as two Indian warriors followed Pearl (a Wapiti Indian woman) to bring back several bundles of bloodstained ropes.

Screams, pleas for mercy, desperate wails, and vicious curses resounded throughout the church.

Driven by the fear of death, the smell of feces, urine and fart gradually spread in the church.

There were people hanging on the cross, the statue of the Son of God, the supporting pillars, and even the metal chandeliers. All the places where there could be people were filled, but there was still not enough space.

Fortunately, Boss Jiang had some strength. He dismantled the beams next to him and temporarily installed a few hanging poles on both sides of the dome, so that everyone, regardless of gender, could be hung up.

The cold white fog gradually became thicker.

With the enthusiastic help of dozens of kind-hearted people, the legacy left in the back mountain, and some subsidies paid out of Jiang Bing's own pocket, they were able to barely raise enough money for the return tickets for hundreds of students and staff in the school.

Normally, murder is linked to arson, but under the special instruction of the 'Black King', everyone preserved the 'original' decoration scene, waiting for the next batch of visitors to give their evaluation.

Who can understand Boss Jiang's painstaking efforts to punish past mistakes, prevent future ones, and cure diseases and save lives? Really, the gentlemen in Saint Denis and even Washington must be crying their hearts out.

A thin fog covered the entire school, accompanied by the noisy voices of people. At a certain moment, the sound disappeared instantly. Not long after, the fog dissipated, leaving only the dead silence and the dark campus.

………………

In Yandaohe, several large factories have been built with many workers busy at work.

Passing the sign of the Anti-Entropy Universal Industrial Park and crossing the shooting range where gunfire continued, Luo Yu happened to meet Margaret, who had been promoted to head maid. She was commanding a dozen Indian women, pushing a cart full of bullet casings, and came face to face with the bullets.

These bullets will go through several trimming steps before being reloaded.

Luo Yu did not discriminate against the white maid, or rather, with his knowledge and wisdom, he had no subjective malice towards all the working people at the bottom of society.

"The gentleman is in the front yard." Margaret took the initiative to inform the chief of the whereabouts of her employer.

So Luo Yu passed by a few iron men standing motionless in the corner, turned the corner, and found Jiang Bing busy in front of a huge cylindrical structure in an open space.

Jiang Bing was filling the newly assembled micro-missile in front of him with liquid hydrazine fuel.

Chapter 240 Meeting between the two sides' high-level officials

This fuel, which has always been used in weapons, is itself an excellent propellant.

"Have the women and children been settled?"

Luo Yu bowed his head and chest, and bowed. "Black King, thank you for your kindness. Everything has been arranged. As you ordered, I will place them all in the northern foothills."

"How's the status?"

Anger flashed across Luo Yu's face, but more of it was relief.

"Except for the seriously ill patients you admitted, most of the others are not seriously ill, except for being a little weak due to long-term hunger."

"Do you have something to say?" Jiang Bing could see that Luo Yu had something on his mind.

"I would like to call on other tribes to join your army, Black King. I hope you will have mercy on them and protect them."

"Of course, they will also abide by the 'Tithe Pact' and offer you the strongest warriors in the tribe."

"Of course there's no problem." You can drive a sheep or release a flock of sheep. What's more, Jiang Bing is in urgent need of manpower, so the more reliable people the better.

Jiang Bing nodded and agreed.

"But are you so confident in convincing your compatriots?"

Indians are an ethnic group consisting of many tribes, each with its own unique culture in terms of lifestyle, culture and language.

They are very similar to the wanderers in the Badlands.

The smallest unit is the family, and many families form tribes, but there is no very unified link structure between tribes.

Their political organization is very decentralized. There is no centralized political institution. Each ethnic group has its own leader. This leads to tribes having different opinions for various interests, making it difficult to unite.

This is also one of the main reasons for the rapid decline of the nearly 4000 million Indian population.

There are many people, but their power is not great.

Luo Yu was full of confidence. "As people live longer, they'll have a few friends they can talk to. Plus, with the children from other tribes you brought back from that demon cave, I believe everyone will think it through."

The old chief paused, then spoke his mind. "But there's no way to hide this from the garrison at Fort Wallace. They'll definitely find out."

"There are so many people and it's raining. With the current bustling atmosphere here, they might have discovered something." Jiang Bing closed the fuel filling port of the micro missile in front of him.

"Sooner or later, I will step into the spotlight."

Jiang Bing patted the big guy in front of him and said, "I will find time to visit their leaders and see what their recent ideas and plans are. If they are really bad guests, I have prepared some 'small gifts' for them."

The micro-missile's calibration indicator light lit up, indicating that this hand-crafted giant soldier of death was functioning normally.

“I’m sure they’ll like it.”

In the evening, after Jiang Bing finished debugging the dozen or so micro-missiles on the launch pad, he immediately went to visit Wallaceburg next door.

The fort is located at the northern foot of the Cumberland Forest in New Hanover, adjacent to a turbulent tributary of the Dakota River, overlooking the Annesburg mining area to the east, and close to the Basque Station. Relying on the railway, supply transportation and personnel transfers are very convenient.

When selecting the site for the fortress, the military principle of "three-sided cliffs" was strictly followed, with only a passage left on the gentle slope on the west side. It was indeed a strategic location that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

A double layer of solid log walls forms a star-shaped bastion. There is a 10-meter-high octagonal watchtower at each corner of the fortress, where soldiers are on guard all year round.

The gate on the west side is a double-layer mechanical drawbridge. According to combat regulations, it is usually closed and will only be opened during fixed time periods such as cavalry attacks or supply transportation.

The underground powder magazine had cast iron slides that led directly to the ground gun positions, making it convenient to supply ammunition to the six 1885 Hotchkiss revolving guns during battle.

The central barracks is U-shaped, with stables on the east side, soldiers' dormitories on the south side, a cellar for storing supplies on the southwest side, and two-story officers' dormitories on the north side.

This semi-permanent military fortress can easily withstand the attack of an organized army of four or five hundred people, not to mention that it can accommodate a maximum of about 1000 soldiers.

Of course, with the end of the Indian Wars and the outbreak of the Spanish-American War in 1898, some troops were transferred to other battlefields, but two highly mobile cavalry units and an infantry platoon were still stationed in the entire fort.

But these measures pose basically no threat to Jiang Bing.

A five or six-meter-high log wall would hardly stop a superman who could easily jump more than ten meters and even ride the wind when necessary.

Inside Fort Wallace.

Colonel Edgar Braxton wore a tortoise-shell monocle over his only remaining eye, but his ferocious features and obese body from years of luxury made him look like he had not acquired any trace of civilization, but rather appeared ferocious and cunning.

"Have those damn Indian monkeys made any new moves recently?" He asked his subordinates, stroking his beloved ivory-handled Colt M1877 pistol.

Lieutenant James O'Hara was the de facto commander of the fort.

He has a tall and straight figure, a typical tough soldier style.

"Scouts report that the Wapiti Indians have been going out hunting less frequently recently."

"Haha, I guess these rats are about to die of illness."

Colonel Edgar Braxton lit a cigar and leaned his heavy body against the leather seat.

"The answer is that scouts discovered a gathering of unidentified people in the northern part of the reservation. They looked like they were building some kind of facility."

"Was it the pioneers from the East, or the railroad?"

"There are no relevant announcements at this time, Colonel."

"Send a few scouts to conduct close-range reconnaissance." Edgar Braxton took a puff of his cigar and casually exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"The immediate priority is to keep a close eye on the rats in the Wapiti Indian Reservation. Send a few people there to investigate. If they're still alive, try to create some conflict and drive them away. Leviticus Cornwall has promised a huge profit and is waiting to use that land."

"Understood." Lieutenant James O'Hara agreed promptly, showing the demeanor of a soldier who takes obedience to orders as his duty.

"If you ask me, these rats should all be killed. Those councillors in the east are all hypocritical as hell."

"I partially agree with what the fat pig colonel said."

A strange voice sounded.

"Those gentlemen in the East are truly hypocritical."

"Those politicians who call themselves 'civilized people' are both in power and in vain."

Jiang Bing had stood behind the two of them without them noticing, and behind him was a wide-open window.

Facing the two people's astonished expressions, Jiang Bing shrugged.

"You two finally had some interesting conversation. It was worth my staying on the roof for so long."

Chapter 241 Times Have Changed, Gentlemen

A sharp blow swept across Colonel Edgar Braxton's beloved ivory-handled Colt M1877 pistol before he could reach out.

As the two American commanders looked on in horror, the table on which Colonel Edgar Braxton had placed his pistol collapsed.

"I'm different. Even if I say it's a war, I won't sugarcoat it." Jiang Bing sheathed his sword and held up his civilized staff in a casual manner, turning himself back into a civilized person.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into a restricted military area?"

"This... uh, Lieutenant." Jiang Bing tilted his head to glance at the other man's rank, as if reminiscing with an old friend, and threatened in a casual tone: "If you dare to continue to touch your gun at your waist, you'll be ready to say goodbye to it."

James O'Hara's face changed drastically when his secret plan was discovered. He quickly dodged and reached for his gun.

The next moment, Jiang Bing's figure suddenly blurred, and when he appeared again, he was holding hands with the other party.

Amidst the other party's horrified expression, Jiang Bingsui elbowed the other party on the temple, pulling the neck of the American officer, who looked like he had a very pure fighting spirit, with a frightening sound.

Jiang Bing threw the American tough guy without making any sound next to the fat pig colonel.

"Colonel, I need you to be quiet so we can complete this high-level meeting."

Colonel Edgar Braxton, sweating profusely, feigned composure.

"who are you?"

"Obviously." Jiang Bing brushed his sleeves. "Your enemy."

"You are making an enemy of the great United States and the White House, and I hope you understand what you are doing."

"Of course I understand." Jiang Bingyi sat on the armrest of the sofa beside him.

"I understand it better than you, better than that guy lying on the ground, and better than those gentlemen in the White House."

Listening to Jiang Bing's confident, nonchalant, and indifferent tone, Colonel Edgar Braxton's face gradually became ugly.