Slapping Jones in the face, Max stomped on the fallen man’s broken arm.
“Kwaaak!”
Even though they were aiming their guns, the Jayhawks’ eyes were fixed on Max, sending shivers down their spines.
Ignoring Jones’ screams, Max winked at Lore.
“Huh? Oh, right.”
“I can’t come to my senses.”
Lore immediately took Jacob Branson out of the cage with his men.
Max bent down and put the muzzle of his gun to Jones’ temple.
“You’re going to have to be a hostage.”
“Ugh···. You definitely···.”
slam.
Max, who had been hitting the back of Jones’ head, grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up.
Max, with Jones in the lead, spoke to those aiming their guns from somewhere hidden.
“If you’re going to shoot, you’ll have to shoot accurately. Jones’s head is bigger than you think.”
As we retreated, Peach, who had come leading his squad, blocked the enemy’s movements. Now, they were playing the role of mounted cavalry.
– Wow, he really got away without firing a single shot.
– Was the operation perfect?
– No matter what, it’s like that. Wow, this is real.
Max, who was walking while holding Jones’ head, glanced at the whispering Jayhawks.
Everyone flinched and avoided eye contact, and Max spoke calmly.
“The operation was great, but what was most perfect were the people who executed it.”
The Jayhawks’ eyes lit up at Max’s words.
It was a sense of accomplishment like I’ve never experienced before.
The Jayhawks’ hearts burned with pride, confidence, and even the thought of the difficult training they had endured.
That’s when I got stuck in Max’s swamp.
‘You guys are being really annoying.’
Jones’ face grew dull and dead.
Being captured by someone who hadn’t even shot a single bullet was a bigger shock than having a broken arm.
‘What on earth is Missouri doing?’
It’s been a while since I requested support and I haven’t heard anything.
Besides, it was just mind-boggling to see these guys heading to the ferry.
In many ways, the resentment towards Max only deepens.
‘If you escape, I will kill you without fail.’
That’s when Jones clenched his fist.
Not too far away.
Taaang!
Taaang!
Gunshots rang out.
The Jayhawks said in surprise.
“Wasn’t it all over?”
“What is that sound?”
“Are there any kids left?”
Max frowned and turned his head toward where the gunshot had come from.
‘So you’re meddling, John Brown.’
The liberal tyrant is beating the drum.
Author’s Note
John Brown: What about Sheriff Jones and Jacob?
Bouncer Colin: …… Did you use the subway?
John Brown: !
Thank you for reading today!
Are you saying we should die together?
After rescuing Jacob Branson, Max tried to leave town with Sheriff Samuel Jones at the forefront.
And as they were moving north to the landing on the Kansas River, John Brown and his men, coming from the south, arrived at the village of Wyandotte.
Instead of rushing in right away, John Brown gave instructions to his adopted son, Owen.
“Go and check out the situation in the village.”
“All right.”
John Brown, who had come with about 60 Jayhawks, camped south of the village and waited for news. Some of them scouted the area just in case.
‘If it’s quiet around here, I guess I failed or haven’t even tried yet.’
Even if he had arrived, it would have made no difference, John Brown did not think that the Oriental sheriff would have done anything in this short time. Of course, there were others who thought differently.
Especially if you’ve been seeing Max all along in Lawrence Village.
“What if Sheriff Max rescued Jacob Branson?”
Samuel Newitt Wood, who had joined the force at Lane’s direction, asked John Brown:
He was the one who rescued Jacob Branson from the original history.
“Even if we save them, there is still work to be done. The slavery shack is alive.
“I have to deal with it.”
“You mean Sheriff Jones?”
Although the rescue is important, what makes John Brown angry is the sheriff who represents the pro-slavery faction.
Jones, who stood in the way of Kansas becoming a free state, was a man who had to be destroyed.
Wood looked at John Brown with a determined expression and said nothing more.
A while later, Owen returned with his brothers and delivered the news.
“It seems that the Oriental succeeded in the rescue.”
“already?”
The people were surprised, and John Brown’s eyes grew wide.
“What about the sheriff?”
“That’s what they’re saying, they’re taking Sheriff Samuel Jones hostage and leaving town.”
There were short gasps from the surroundings.
“Where are you headed now?”
“We are heading to the north pier.”
“You’re using a boat?”
The ferry owners on the Kansas River were mostly pro-slavery Missourians. With their capital, they controlled the Kansas River before it became the territory of Kansas.
But, for some reason, the Orientals came up with the idea of using ships.
‘I guess I underestimated him.’
Now I know why the rumors about Sheriff Lawrence and Lane were so high on him.
Anyway, after rescuing Jacob and taking Samuel Jones hostage, there was no reason to stay here.
John Brown had to make a decision.
But at this time,
The agents who had been scouting the area came running and shouted.
“The Border Ruffians of Missouri are coming!”
“They have this area surrounded!”
John Brown’s face was distorted.
The number of troops they brought was 60.
As they moved north from the south, they were bound to be noticed by the people. This gave the Border Rufians who were flocking to Wyandotte a pretext to strategize.
“How many of them?”
“It looks like there are at least 300!”
John Brown opened his mouth, pointing to one side, his eyebrows furrowed.
“We’re heading west toward Lawrence.”
“No.”
Colin, the bouncer at the inn who had been silent until now, stepped forward.
People’s curious gazes are focused on him.
“Don’t they know where we’re going? If we go west or south, we’ll be annihilated by a hail of bullets.”
“But you can’t go east when Missouri is right in front of you.”
At John Brown’s words, Bounce Colin nodded to one side and spat out the words.
“Isn’t there a north?”
“north?”
Not only is the Kansas River blocking them, but they are also dragging enemies along with them as they escape.
John Brown shook his head sharply.
“That means let’s die together.”
“Die. That’s the only way. If we join, our forces will increase. And above all, that Oriental has the ability to solve this.”
In times of crisis, the first thing that comes to Bouncer Colin’s mind is Max’s incredible fighting ability.
‘I’ll find a way somehow.’
It was a vague expectation, but it was the only way to lean on the current situation.
Moreover, there is no time to argue about this and that. The Border Ruffians’ hooves are closing in on the encirclement, and their cries can be heard.
“They’re Jayhawks!”
“Kill the abolitionists!”
bang!
The gunshot hastened John Brown’s decision.
Putting aside the abilities of the Orientals, combining forces would definitely have an advantage.
Besides, if you cross the river using a ferry, you will be able to shake off enemy pursuit.
John Brown decided to follow Colin’s wishes.
“Bypass the village and head north!”
A small sigh escaped Colin’s mouth as he walked forward, kicking up a cloud of horse dust.
Even though I brought it up, I couldn’t predict how Max would react. Given his personality, if I brought his enemies along, he would never react well. My heart was already heavy.
‘Surely you wouldn’t pretend not to know, would you?’
Colin fiddled with the two MJ-engraved bullets in his arms.
*
On the way to the dock, the sound of gunfire echoing across the town of Wyandotte caught Max and his men by the ankles.
While everyone’s attention was focused on him, Max opened his mouth with a stern expression.
“Peach checks the situation from the rear, ignores the rest and heads to the dock.”
If John Brown had joined forces with the small force he had in town, there would have been no problem.
A bigger problem are the Border Ruffians who came over from Missouri.
The reason Max hurried the operation was because of them.
And the ominous prediction was not wrong.
As we arrived at the dock, Peach and her squad came running and told us what was happening.
The Jayhawks are coming this way, being chased by the Border Rufians.
“Are you saying we should die together?”
Max frowned. He then looked at Jones, who was grinning.
‘Will the hostage work for the Border Rufians?’
You might even wish Jones were dead.
Unlike Max, Samuel Jones is a legitimate appointee of the governor. He dies.
It was as if the cotton slave owners were holding the sword.
‘Maybe he killed me on purpose.’
Even if that weren’t the case, wouldn’t John Brown, who we’d soon meet, be more than willing to kill Jones?
Max whispered into Jones’ ear, who was smiling.
“I’ll let you go, so run away.”
“…… what?”
Jones’ eyes fluttered as he looked at Max.
“Here, give me a word to the lawful sheriff.”
“yes?”
“Don’t make me say it twice. I’ll just turn around and say it again.”
The agents, who were tilting their heads, had no choice but to speak to Jones.
Even Samuel Jones, the person involved, growled in confusion.
“What the hell are you thinking, you punk?”
“Think carefully about who wants your life. Then run away and avoid them.”
match.
Heeeeeeling!
As Max hits the horse’s rump, the horse starts to neigh and run.
Jones considered Max’s words, glancing behind him to see if he might be shot in the back.
“Jacob Branson and the 8th platoon wait across the river in a ferry. The 5th, 6th, and 7th platoons board the steamer, and the rest maintain a straight formation and wait for friendly forces.”
The squad members moved in unison as Max instructed.
There are two docks with boats for different purposes: one is a steamboat, a ferry, and the other is a rowboat used for crossing the river.
The ferry boats that carried horses and people by pulling a long rope between rivers were flat and wide, so the height of the dock was low.
As Jacob Branson and his men crossed the river and the ferry returned, the ground rumbled along with the sound of horse hooves.
Max took out his telescope and checked the leader.
Sharp eyes and a large, tightly shut mouth.
John Brown was a symbolic figure of slave emancipation.
‘So this is how we meet.’
It’s always exciting to meet historical figures, but the sight of them trailing behind them with a long line of enemies makes me frown.
‘There is thought, there is not.’
Then suddenly I spotted a familiar face peeking out behind John Brown.
Colin, the bouncer at the inn.
I began to think, or rather, to be convinced, that perhaps this stupid plan had come from Bouncer Colin.
As Colin raced towards the dock, he could see the troops lined up in a single line.
And in the middle of it all, he could see Max smiling bitterly at himself.
Max shouted as the thief chewed his lips as if he was gnawing on his own feet.
“All hands, open fire!”
‘Fuck, you’re not going to shoot us, are you?’
When Colin makes a horrified expression.
Bang! Bang!
Fire pours from the muzzles of the steamships and the Marx units lined up on land.
The bullets avoided the troops with John Brown and Colin and headed towards the Border Ruffians.
Heeeeeeling!
“Ugh.”
The shot horses fell down and their riders, Border Ruffians, also fell to the ground.
“The enemy’s reinforcements!”
“Could it be that you lured us?”
“Reduce power speed!”
The Border Rufians were stopped at the leader’s instructions.
‘What on earth is going on?’
The leader looked terrified as he saw the Jayhawks occupying the dock, as if he had fallen into a trap.
Moreover, the uncertainty about the number of enemies added to the anxiety.
Meanwhile, John Brown, who had joined Max, had no time to say hello.
His son Owen was shot.
Max gave instructions to his men.
