‘If we see the results today, we’ll get a direction.’
Max, left alone, left the tent and went to find Lane.
“We need to build a fortress?”
“Wouldn’t it be a bigger problem if we brought in Jacob Branson?”
“You speak as if you have already brought him.”
Rain continued speaking without changing his expression.
“Where are you going to build the fortress?”
“It’s Mount Ored. If we make it so that the enemies can see it, it will be suitable as a threat.”
“You should discuss this matter with the governor. Why did you come to me?”
“It’s a gift. If Congressman Lane takes the lead, it will definitely help.”
In real history, Lawrence’s fort was built at Lane’s suggestion. Max wanted to bring forward the date and make another deep impression on Lane.
“If it’s a gift, there must be something you want, right?”
“You just have to be my strong supporter.”
“You chose me over Governor Charles? That’s incomprehensible.”
The corners of James Henry Lane’s mouth twitched.
Max’s words seemed to have given me a strange joy.
He tried to remain calm and turned his gaze out the window.
And after a while, Rain nodded, suggesting that they build a fortress.
“There is no reason to refuse the fortress.”
On the way back to the tent.
‘One year left.’
Until the day Max, whose identity is not even clear, obtains formal permanent residency.
‘Sheriff Lawrence will probably have to start cleaning up by then.’
The lacking foundation can be laid by then.
*
It was the end of November.
The grasses of the plains have lost their color, and the ground frozen in the cold trembles with the sound of horse hooves.
Knock knock knock.
Max and the 61 young Jayhawks following him. Their excitement and tension only increase with each cold wind that hits their faces.
The last one, Roar, was carrying an iron plate half as wide as his torso. The squad member next to him was the same. The two were large.
And after a while, Jayhawks, who were standing alone on the plains, joined in.
As part of Tucker’s communications squad, other squad members also stood at regular intervals between Lawrence and Green Place.
The fact that he got on his horse as soon as he saw Max means that news of Tucker had not yet reached here.
I was able to hear the news later when I met the third communications unit member.
The other Jayhawks were amazed at Tucker’s incredible speed.
Tucker and his squad’s horsemanship was by far the best among the Jayhawks.
“Moses Grinter has approved the request!”
“What else?”
“I asked you to make it rough!”
“Okay. Let’s go!”
At each section, signalmen joined in, bringing the number of personnel back to 69.
And after a while.
Arrived at Greenter Place Ferry Terminal.
People who had gathered to load goods onto ships and trade began to flee when armed men suddenly swarmed in.
bang!
In addition, Max shouted while shooting his gun towards the sky.
“We are taking over Greenter Place!”
“Where the hell do you think this is!”
The outlaw’s appearance was followed by Moses Grinter’s appearance and his anger exploded.
Even though it was a rigged poker table, Greenter’s eyes were unusual. There was blood in them.
‘This guy is good at acting.’
For a moment, their eyes met.
Max ordered Moses Grinter to be tied up.
When Tucker forcibly dragged him away, Grinter struggled and showed off his method acting.
‘I guess you’ve been under a lot of stress lately.’
If you look at it this time, you will see that it is solved.
But Greenter’s acting comes from a certain desperation.
This was the only way to avoid being attacked as a traitor by the advocates of slavery.
If Max had asked for help outright, I would have definitely refused.
But Max wrote a letter with an interesting, if risky, proposal.
It was to create the situation just like now.
‘Anyway, the rest of the story.’
The tied up Grinter looked at Max, who was heading to Wyandotte on a boat, grumbling.
Then he stuck out his tongue as he looked at the Jayhawks standing behind him.
‘An Oriental leading white men.’
Today was another day when Greenter’s common sense was broken.
*
Leaving a squad stationed at Greenter Place to guard the horses, Max took a boat and headed to the village of Wyandotte.
At the same time, there was a group advancing north. It was John Brown’s men.
Rain, who learned of their rescue operation late, quickly dispatched a soldier.
The village they met was called Olate, 27km away from Wyandotte.
“An Asian is on a rescue mission?”
“Yes.”
John Brown asked him with a stern look about the strength and strategy of the Orientals.
“Well, there are about 80 of them, and I think there are about 50 combat personnel.”
“Are you saying that 30 people are non-combatants?”
“Yes, it is a bit unusual.”
John Brown shook his head at the mention of infiltrating the signal corps and even the engineer unit.
The very act of categorizing those who gathered to fight with guns and swords as non-combatants did not fit with John Brown’s disposition.
“You can’t rely entirely on Asians. They may have outstanding individual abilities, but this requires experience.”
“Hmm. I don’t know if I should fit in.”
John Brown glanced back.
It was Bouncer Colin who had been between life and death several times.
“That Oriental is not ordinary.”
“You seem to know a lot.”
“Well, I’ve been in the military a few times. That kid has the body of a 19-year-old, but his mind is like a black-faced politician.”
It was more evil than any old politician to try to slap his own favor with two bullets engraved with MJ or something.
Colin, the owner of outstanding skills.
Seeing him complimenting someone with such a loud mouth, I guess he has something for Asians.
John Brown shook off his thoughts and said,
“Until I see it with my own eyes, the operation will proceed as planned. Let’s go.”
“……”
The soldiers who followed Lane’s instructions had no choice but to head to Wyandotte with John Brown’s party.
‘That guy’s stubbornness.’
The bouncer licked his lips as he glared at the back of the head of honest John Brown.
Meanwhile, the Missouri troops were also moving toward Wyandotte. But, like a man who is close by, they were moving slowly and without any urgency.
The ferry terminals at Greenter Place and Wyandotte are only 12km apart by boat.
The ship stopped and dropped anchor. Then, as a large wooden plank connected to the dock, troops poured out.
The surprised people scattered here and there, while Nelson, the squad member who arrived first with Peach, ran to Max.
A picture of a farmer completely unarmed.
This is the epitome of what an intelligence agent should look like.
“Written by Peach Squad Leader.”
When I unfolded the rolled up paper, a beautiful landscape painting appeared.
Max glanced at Stanley Nelson, an aspiring artist with a gun instead of a paintbrush.
“Did you draw that?”
Nelson nodded shyly.
‘It’s unnecessarily high quality.’
Max, who turned his gaze to the paper, could see the tiny bits of information Peach had written down in the scenery of Wyandotte Village.
The sheriff’s office that holds Jacob Branson in custody.
The number and location of troops guarding the perimeter.
It was satisfactory information considering it was only found out in a short period of time.
‘Peach’s ability is definitely on this side.’
Wouldn’t they be perfect as spies, reconnaissance and information acquisition agents?
“So what are Peach’s plans?”
“They said they would lure the enemies as soon as the agents arrived.”
“Hmm. Two squads support Peach.”
“Old story!”
Excluding Greenter Place, this dock, and Peach and the squad to support her, there are 32 people left, including Max.
‘This operation is a quick hit and run.’
The Missouri troops that will soon arrive are also a problem.
If you kill several people to save one, you are giving your enemies a justification for the next incident.
Max originally intended to complete this operation without shedding a single drop of blood.
“If possible, end it without firing a gun.”
“……!”
But the squad members who didn’t know this started whispering.
– Is that possible?
– You don’t shoot when you might die.
– I don’t know. I just do whatever I’m told.
– No, no matter how good the plan is…
Even perfect plans tend to go awry.
Some expressed concern, while others expressed regret.
– We’ve come this far, so let’s do it hot…
“If you get caught shooting for no reason, be prepared.”
“… Old story.”
3km to Jacob Branson.
Max made his way through the waist-deep pasture.
After a while, when his destination came into view, Max took out his telescope.
A village dyed red by the sunset.
Not many people come and go, perhaps because they sensed the atmosphere of the town.
Max quickly moved his gaze to find Peach. He could see her changing clothes behind a barn a short distance from the village.
‘!’
Max, unable to take his eyes off her, soon watched her riding a horse while armed.
“Peach will be going into action soon. One squad, stand by here, the rest of the squads follow me.”
When approaching the village, bending down in the pasture.
bang!
When Peach fires his gun, it becomes a signal for about 20 Jayhawks to advance into the village.
“Lawrence, the pups are attacking!”
The crowd surrounding Jones’ office spread out in all directions and hid themselves.
‘I wonder if our cautious Jones will come out.’
Probably camping out in the office.
Max approached the blind spot at the back of the office, as Peach had told him.
Unlike Lawrence, there were only a few shops close together, so I could avoid being noticed.
Finally, when we reached the wall.
-Lore. Take the lead.
– Old story.
Lore and one of his squad members brought forward a 3cm thick iron plate that they were carrying on their backs.
Considering the lead bullets used by riot police in suppression operations, it was a relatively effective combat shield.
However, because it was so rustic, there were many things that needed to be fixed.
Lore and his squad mates bent down and headed stealthily toward the office door.
And to cover up their movements, Peach, who was pretending to storm the village, circled around and engaged in a gunfight.
Meanwhile, Jones, who had been estimating the enemy’s gunfire, taunted Jacob Branson, who was locked in the iron cage.
“I guess they’re trying to lure us out since they’re not entering the village. It won’t work on me. It’s a waste of time.”
“…….”
“But how can we hand this over to a formal trial instead of a summary judgment? Isn’t that the proper action for a sheriff?”
“Shameless bastard.”
Jones chuckled at Branson’s response.
At this time.
Boom!
The office swing door slammed shut as if it was going to break.
Two iron plates block the door from top to bottom.
Whatever it was, Jones and his seven men instinctively pulled out their guns and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Ting!
Bang! Ting!
Do you really not know that lead bullets can’t penetrate steel plate?
After firing several bullets.
Clank. Clank.
Dozens of gun barrels pop out of the windows on either side of the sheriff’s office, pointed at Jones and his men.
“This crazy···.”
As Jones opened his eyes, a voice came from behind the iron plates.
“Everyone, put your guns down.”
‘!’
Jones, trembling with fear, naturally reached for his broken arm.
“I told you to put the gun down.”
Crunch.
A loaded gun is pointed at Jones.
When he made a face and winked at his subordinates, they all disarmed with shit-eating faces.
“Is your arm feeling better?”
Max appeared from behind the iron plate.
Jones’s eyes met mine and his pupils rippled again.
But soon, anger welled up in him and he ground his teeth at the approaching Max.
“Oriental coolie bird···.”
Crack!
“Relax your eyes, kid.”
