“Die, you motherfuckers!”
“Don’t just talk, come up here, kids!”
Bang! Bang!
Three on the low hill, seven below, hurling insults and shooting at each other.
Max tied his horse to a rock, took his telescope and rifle, and took up position on a hill high above the surrounding area.
‘Let’s go and see.’
First, I looked at the person being hurt.
They were cornered, hiding behind the rocks on the hillside and firing their guns intermittently. However, rather than aiming at their opponents and shooting them, they seemed to be buying time to prevent them from approaching.
‘It looks like they’re waiting for reinforcements to arrive.’
This time I looked down. There were a few faces I was sure I had seen before.
‘Border Ruffian.’
Armed group and advocates of slavery.
These were the guys I ran into in front of the inn in Jackson County, Missouri.
‘The other side would be the abolitionists.’
Max still lay there, observing the situation.
Meanwhile, two Border Rufians are seen turning around in a big way.
Those on the hill haven’t noticed yet.
‘If I keep doing that, I’ll get hit in the back of the head and die?’
After a brief moment of deliberation, Max pulled out his rifle, cocked the hammer back, and installed the percussion cap.
The distance is approximately 200 meters.
It’s a little further than when you go buffalo hunting.
But given the accuracy of the copper warhead, it wasn’t an impossible distance to hit.
Crunch.
Max aimed at the Border Ruffian who was approaching him like a rat, hiding.
Feel the direction of the wind on your cheek, inhale, and then exhale a little.
Max didn’t fire right away, but waited for the gunfire to stop. It was his intention to signal the presence of reinforcements.
Max, who had been aiming at his target, finally stopped breathing. Then, he pulled the trigger as if he had fired a shot but had not.
Taaaaang!
Crunch.
More important than checking the status is reloading.
Lying face up at the sky, he pulled the trigger and pushed a paper cartridge into the chamber where the drop block had been pulled down.
I feel this every time, but there is a need to reduce the complex loading method.
You’ll also need to attach a scope to it.
If you have a ghillie suit, it’s the icing on the cake.
‘There’s a lot to do.’
Meanwhile, the shouts of angry Border Rufians could be heard.
“You cowardly little bastard!”
“Come out and show me what kind of person you are!”
‘What do you see?’
What a mess it’s like at the beginning.
Crunch.
Max lay down again and aimed his rifle.
The one I just shot was crawling on the ground with his shoulder wrapped around his neck. The rest were moving their horses around in confusion.
Max found another one spinning around, but it was already quite a distance away.
‘The old man has gone far away.’
Rather than rely on probability, I decided to aim for someone else.
As I was passing by the inn, I happened to see a guy who was looking at Mary with a sinister expression.
Max’s eyes followed the man moving around frantically. After a while, Max caught his breath and waited for the gunfire to die down again.
Taaang!
Max took advantage of the brief silence and pulled the trigger.
Instead of reloading, Max took out his telescope.
The horse spun around and let out a roar, as if the bullet had just hit its arm. Then it began to retreat with its companions.
*
“Oriental?”
The men who received help from Max had blank expressions on their faces.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“Huh? Oh, we are fine. But is that the one you just shot?”
“Yes. I fired exactly two shots.”
What makes snipers so appealing is that you never know when one might fly towards you.
It was quite possible for one sniper to wipe out an entire company.
As the three men were marveling at Max’s shooting skills, a group of people came running from a distance, kicking up a cloud of dust.
“Oh, the captain is coming!”
The men waited for them to arrive with bright smiles.
Max thought with a calm expression.
‘As the captain···.’
They may not be Rangers, and they certainly aren’t soldiers.
Well then, there is one possibility.
‘Is it Jayhawks?’
The Jayhawkers were an armed resistance group that advocated for the abolition of slavery.
It is an organization that is the opposite of Border Rufian.
These two major powers were the main culprits behind the bloodshed known as Bloody Kansas.
After a while.
The leader who brought the group started asking about the whole story as soon as he arrived.
If you listen closely, it’s said that the advance party encountered the Border Ruffians and got into a fight.
“So this Asian guy chased them away?”
“Yes. I was holding out behind the rock until the captain came.”
The leader glanced at Max again.
The middle-aged man, in his early 40s, had a smooth, beardless face with the corners of his mouth turned down, giving him a cold impression.
He opened his mouth, looking Max over carefully.
“You’re an Asian from Leavenworth… Did you save Isaac Cody?”
‘Here comes Isaac Cody.’
Max nodded for a moment.
Here, Asians are almost a rare species.
No matter what he did, rumors would spread, and it wasn’t hard to find out that it was Max.
The leader continued speaking without changing his expression.
“After Isaac Cody, you saved my men this time.”
“I just happened to get involved.”
“What’s your name?”
“This is Max Joe.”
The leader nodded and said.
“I guess I’m going to Holiday. Let’s go together.”
‘Why do you know so much?’
Max had expected reinforcements to arrive from the beginning. Moreover, since he was friendly with Holiday, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go together.
The leader spoke to Max as he rode his horse.
“By the way, why is there an Asian here···.”
That was when.
Max suddenly turns his upper body to one side and quickly draws his gun.
bang!
“What, what is it?”
“You, you punk, what are you doing!”
Max’s gun was firing so fast that people couldn’t even react.
The subordinates exploded in anger at the absurdity, and the leader stared at the direction where Max’s gun was pointed.
“The guy I hit earlier was hiding like a rat, so I took care of him.”
As soon as Max finished speaking, one of his men ran over and dragged the man who had just been shot by the scruff of his neck.
“Is it true, sir?”
The leader’s gaze turned to Max.
When their eyes met, Max asked.
“Are you even going to tell the story we were talking about earlier?”
The leader’s pupils shook, and then he burst into mad laughter.
“I never thought I would meet such an energetic oriental person. He is an amazing marksman and his shooting skills are also top-notch.”
He had a cold expression, so even his words and laughter were quite awkward. Anyway, he smiled and continued talking.
“If you need anything, just let me know. I’ll feel better if I pay off my debt quickly.”
“But···. Excuse me, who are you?”
The subordinates shrugged their shoulders.
The leader, whose smile had disappeared, continued speaking with his lips quivering.
“My name is James Henry Lane.”
“Aha, I see. It’s an honor to meet you.”
Currently a member of the Indiana State House of Representatives.
And it was his first meeting with James Henry Lane, who would soon become commander of the Jayhawks.
The broken laces were a stroke of luck, not a misfortune.
Author’s Note
The serialization time was late because there were some corrections to be made.
Some people have left comments about the unit,
It is correct to use units such as feet, inches, pounds, acres, and ounces.
That didn’t catch my eye at first glance.
There are some areas where I compromised on my own.
If this part lacks realism,
I will consider changing it as well.
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Lawrence Village
“What should we do with the body?”
“Just leave it alone. Don’t do anything that will get you caught.”
Rain left Border Ruffian’s body behind.
The opponents were those who were hell-bent on making Kansas a slave state.
It was a choice to avoid feeding those who hope that a small incident will spark a raging fire.
A Border Ruffian abandoned by his colleagues.
A corpse with bullets in the shoulder and forehead would fill the stomach of an eagle.
The town of Lawrence is located south of the Kansas River.
The method of crossing the river was quite primitive; it involved using a rope stretched across the river and a flat boat that could be steered by the current.
By the time we got to Lawrence.
Rain and company stop talking.
“If we go this way, we’ll soon reach the village. We have some business nearby.”
“All right.”
“Then let’s meet in a few days.”
Rain led his men and disappeared.
How is it normal for an Indiana congressman to be walking around Kansas with his men?
He chose armed struggle to make Kansas a free state. He was a man who preferred guns to words.
While I was thinking about this and that, I arrived in Lawrence.
“Wow, wow.”
Max pulled on the reins to slow down.
My mouth dropped open at the unbelievable village scenery.
‘I never thought it would be this bad.’
A sight of tents instead of houses.
It’s clear that there was either war or a natural disaster.
by the way.
‘First, we need to find the person.’
Suddenly, I remembered the conversation I had with Holiday.
– When you get to Lawrence, shout my name loudly.
– …… Then can you find a house?
– Of course. You’ll see me soon.
Max stared blankly at the white tents lined up along the road.
People standing in front of the few tents are wary of the strange Asian man.
Rather than ask them, I decided to shout out loud, as Holiday said.
“HOLY-DAY!”
A fairly loud noise rang out.
As expected, a familiar man emerged from one of the tents, holding a potato in his hand.
“Oh, you’re here!”
‘Wow… it was real.’
Max let out a dumbfounded laugh.
There weren’t even any security guards around Holiday.
“You’re here exactly one month ahead of time. Let’s go in.”
“Where?”
“Where is it? It’s my house.”
“Where is your home?”
“Our house is early. If you pitch a tent behind it, that’s Max’s house.”
“……”
When I see families peeking out from between the tents, it seems like that isn’t an exaggeration.
“Is there a war? Or a natural disaster?”
“What are you talking about? Let’s go inside. I was just boiling potatoes for lunch.”
‘I put on weight and now I get potatoes?’
Max said, turning his horse’s head back.
“I’ll go eat some lunch.”
“where?”
“Leavenworth.”
“It’ll take 6 hours round trip. Should I go back for dinner?”
“I guess I’ll have to go eat breakfast when I get here. Ugh···”
‘I feel like something happened.’
He ignored Yi Mak-san, calling him a global fool, and he himself was no different.
Max shook his head and got down from his horse.
The interior of the tent where Holiday stayed resembled a hiding place for war refugees.
A buffalo hide was spread out on the straw on the floor, and simple utensils and clothing were strewn about on one side.
“It’s pretty cozy, isn’t it?”
“……But why don’t you build a house?”
“There are some problems.”
Holiday handed over two potatoes and got up, telling her to go outside.
I introduced Max to people I happened to meet, and continued my previous explanation.
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