Red Dead Redemption Dawn

"Red Dead Redemption Dawn(!

Ambarino and New Hanover are separated by a fairly wide river called the Dakota River. The average width is more than ten meters. Fifty meters at the widest point.

Crossing the Dakota to Ambarino, John felt the temperature drop as soon as he crossed the Dakota.

John didn't stop and ran all the way west of Ambarino, and he went straight up along Beartooth Creek. It ends at Lake Isabella, where the legendary Arabian horse appeared.

To reach the camp of the Van der Linde Gang, you must cross this lake, and you can also see if you have the luck to meet this white horse.

More than an hour later, the surrounding mountains began to be covered with white snow, the summer wind became cold, and the temperature became cold.

Two hours later, John came to Lake Isabella, and the snow around him began to get bigger and bigger.

Can't see what's a hundred meters away.

John looked around for possible white horses. Lake Isabella was huge, about seven or eight square kilometers in size.

After searching around, John didn't see any horses or white lights moving back and forth.

He gave up the search and continued to head towards Lidao Village. After advancing a few hundred meters, he saw a white horse swaying by the lake.

This white horse is not big in size, but it has a handsome charm, and its limbs are not thick, and it has a very smooth beauty.

As if paying attention to John's gaze, it looked up at John.

It was at this sight that John suddenly felt that it might be psychic.

Because he saw a thoughtful look in the eyes of the white horse.

It began to stand still and observe John, and John stopped moving forward. The two sides looked at each other like this, and the distance between them was seventy or eighty meters.

It took a while for John to dismount and walk towards it, but that was it. The white horse suddenly came back to his senses, neighed and then turned and ran away.

John looked at it as the white shadow disappeared, with regret on his face 'Well, you don't belong to me. ’

After laughing at himself, he mounted his blood stallion and started heading towards the map.

After advancing 100 meters, John seemed to turn his head in response, and the legendary white horse appeared again by Lake Isabella, bowing its head and grazing.

The white and smooth fur is so striking in the snow and the frozen lake, it dangles by the lake as if waiting for someone.

'Next time I take Arthur with me and see if you still run. ' he whispered while looking at the white back and then flicked his whip. toward his goal.

The white horse by the lake looked up at the direction in which John disappeared, then lowered its white head and continued to eat the weeds by the lake.

As time went on, the snowstorm got heavier and heavier. John struggled to move forward in the snowstorm. He could no longer see what was fifty meters away, and he seemed to have lost his way. The wind and snow flooded the road. He took out his pocket watch and checked the time. It was past six o'clock in the evening.

He took out the map and flashlight and began to check. He wasn't even sure where he was going. He took out a few corn tortillas and water from his backpack to feed the tired blood stallion.

The sky had dimmed, although the night did not affect his vision.

But all around was covered with thick snow, and it was submerged to the horse's knees.

He could only move on with his own feelings.

Moving forward in the snowstorm is a very stupid thing. After moving forward for more than two hours, John finally admits that he has been lost in the snowstorm, and the snowstorm can no longer see the vision of the 30 meters ahead.

Fortunately, I can also provide enough water and food for the horse under the seat, otherwise I can only dismount and lead it forward in this weather.

After walking for more than half an hour, he vaguely heard some noises, which made John extremely sensitive to other sounds during the long journey.

The long-lost voice jolted John, and it was a torture to be alone in the snowstorm for four or five hours. The sudden noise from the wind and snow gave him a long-lost sense of reunion.

He began to rush the horses towards the source of the sound.

After about ten minutes, John saw a small farm.

Although it was covered by thick snow, he still saw that this was a small farm, with stables, cowsheds, warehouses and other buildings in his sight.

In the center of the farm is a small wooden building.

The lights inside illuminated his way forward in the wind and snow, and he carefully walked towards the wooden building.

The closer you get to the small building, the louder the noise. It seems that many people are singing and revelling inside.

When there were about a hundred meters left, John slowly stopped.

'That's not right. ' John looked at the small farm, and the small building with many voices in front of him.

According to the voices coming from inside, there will be no less than five people.

It's obviously impossible for that many people to live on this farm.

Even the small building in front of it cannot provide five complete rooms.

The people inside seemed to be having a rave.

So he took the horse to a nearby grove, tied it here temporarily, and then took out his pistols and walked towards the small building.

He tried his best to stay close to the buildings around the small building, although the people inside certainly couldn't hear him moving.

When approaching the cowshed, he saw a carriage placed directly in front of the cowshed, covered with a tarpaulin. It seems to be hiding something.

He stepped forward and lifted the tarpaulin, and a corpse that had been frozen into an ice sculpture appeared in front of John.

He was not very old, maybe twenty-five or six years old. He has blond hair.

'Fark! ' John looked at the corpse and then at the carnival hut not far away.

He loaded the gun, then walked cautiously under the window on the side of the building, and then probed into the situation inside.

Just as he thought, there were seven or eight rough-dressed cowboys partying, drinking, and a few playing the harmonica in the blood-stained room.

"Ow~"

For the sake of safety, John Scholar Wolf Howl drew one or two people out first, and he put away his pistols and drew out his dagger.

Sure enough, the people inside heard the howls of the wolves, and began to talk and curse.

"Damn, where is the beast?"

"Colt, go out and drive away these beasts." Another voice sounded.

"Why do I always do this kind of thing?" The person who was called immediately screamed bitterly.

"Then are you going?" It wasn't a questioning tone.

"Damn it! It's always like this." Colt could only curse and start walking out the door.

After that, a thinner figure came out with an oil lamp, and looked around with a revolver in his scolding mouth, hoping to see the expected wolves.

But he didn't see anything, not even the footprints, so he started to make his rounds towards the bullpen, as he turned around.

John, who had been hiding for a long time, quickly stepped forward to cover his mouth from behind, and stabbed the man's heart with a knife.

After struggling for a while, the man stopped moving.

After John confirmed that the man had lost his vital features, he dragged the body into the cowshed, and then he walked to the side of the wooden house and waited for the second guy who came out of the house to check.

"Huh? How did Colt go so long? Did you hear the gunshots?"

"What's the matter, won't you be taken away by the wolf?"

"No, how could that idiot be so useless, just a few beasts."

"Why don't you two, Billy and Andy, go out and have a look and get that idiot back by the way."

After a while of discussion, the door opened again, and two guys with oil lamps walked out.

"Colt, where are you? You idiot!" One of them started shouting as soon as they went out.

'Billy, look over there. I'll go check out the cowshed over there. ' Eddie instructed Billy to go to the hut behind him to see himself and then to the cowshed.

When Eddie entered the bullpen, John quickly rushed out from the side, covered Eddie's mouth again, plunged a knife into Eddie's lungs and then kept drawing, stabbing, drawing, stabbing.

Until Eddie's eyes started to lose focus.

Afterwards, John took out the dagger and shook off the blood on it, then turned and walked towards Billy, who was checking the movement of the cottage not far away.

'Eddie, I'm here uh~~! ! ’ Hall, who had just turned around, was stabbed through the lobe of his lung by a dagger.

The terrifying pain made Billy want to open his mouth, but his mouth and nose were already covered by John's hands. Looking at the expressionless face in front of him, the dagger that pierced his body kept stirring in his body.

Billy's hands slapped John unconsciously, but his eyes slowly lost focus and expression.

Looking at the dead guy, John pulled out the dagger, and then threw off the blood on the dagger. After that, he inserted the dagger into the scabbard around his waist, wiped the blood on his body with snow, then pulled out the pistol, and lifted the corpse with one hand and walked towards the five people who were still drinking in the house.

John walked straight to the door, and the sound of heavy footsteps stopped the five people in the room temporarily.

"Who's at the door?"

The person at the door did not respond.

"Colt?"

"Eddie, Billy? Talk!"

Then there was still no response from the door.

One of the people in the room motioned for the others to draw out their pistols, and then walked slowly towards the door.

Just when the man opened the door and pointed the gun at the door, Billy's body stood upright at the door, and the body fell towards him because of the door opener.

"Damn." The man was startled, and then the back door suddenly opened and John appeared in the back door, and everyone just turned around.

John opened the long-lost eye of death (bullet time) and the rate of fire of the semi-automatic pistol instantly shot fourteen bullets into the air within two seconds.

The space in the house is not large, so none of the five people fell to the ground, and each of them fell down with at least two bullet holes in their bodies.

Those who were shot at the vital point grieved on the spot, while some who were penetrated by bullets but were still alive, they kept swallowing blood, covering the bullet holes with both hands to try to prevent the continuous flow of blood.

This unequal battle was over under John's sneak attack, before the enemy could react.

John put the pistol in the holster, then took out the cigarette and then the house light, lit it and took a deep breath.

Then he checked the situation in the house, which was apparently the residence of a couple, and everything in the house indicated that the contents here did not belong to the five wildly dressed cowboys.

He came to the top of the fireplace and found a picture frame, in which a newlyweds were hugging each other sweetly.

The man in the frame, John, had seen him, and he was lying on the carriage outside the house. The young corpse covered by the tarp.

"So~ there should be another person in the house, a widow." John put down the frame and searched around.

Then he saw a door on the floor beside the bed.

Without thinking much, he opened the door of the basement directly.

But as soon as the door was opened, a figure rushed out shouting with a sharp weapon in hand.

John quickly avoided the blow. The white figure rushed straight into the hall.

She had disheveled hair, wearing white pajamas, holding a dagger, and looked at John in a panic. shouting 'don't come here'

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" John raised his hands high, indicating that he had no weapons and no malicious intent to attack, and shouted at her a few meters away.

"Hey~! Madam! I have no ill intentions!" John said that he had no ill intentions and had no intention of doing anything to her.

But the woman with bruised and disheveled hair didn't seem to recover.

She clenched the dagger in both hands and kept waving it, as if she wanted to protect herself in some way.

"Look at me! Look around! I won't do anything to you! Avenged your husband!" John said while raising his hands and slowly walking towards the woman.

The woman in front of her looked about twenty-two or three years old. She was wearing a white dress and pajamas with suspenders. Although there are bruises on her face, it is not difficult to see that she looks very good, and her height is also around 170.

Perhaps it was the husband's voice that brought the woman back to her senses. She looked around blankly and saw five corpses lying on the ground.

Then her bruised face turned to John, who looked at John's raised hands and a harmless face.

Listening to John's soft voice, her emotions slowly eased.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's over, it's okay ma'am." John said sincerely and gently, getting closer and closer to the woman.

"It's alright, no one's hurting you anymore, I promise you, it's over. No one's going to hurt you."

While talking, John slowly put his hands on the woman's hands, and then slowly removed the dagger from her hand, moving surprisingly gently.

"It's over, no one can hurt you."

John breathed a sigh of relief after taking the woman's dagger.

It seems that under the soft comfort of a stranger, the woman collapsed instantly after regaining her sanity. "They broke into my home three days ago, they brutally killed my husband, and they were cruel~ woo~~" the woman told The atrocities of these cowboys. kept crying.

Seeing this, John took advantage of the situation and hugged her in his arms. "It's over, it's over. You're safe."

Just when John was about to say something, there was a voice of conversation outside the door.

"What happened here? How come there are people from the Odrico gang?" The voice was low and full of magnetism, and the owner of the voice approached the house with doubts.

"Hey~! Friends inside, there seems to be a riot here! Need our help?"

Just as John was about to say something in response, the widow in UU Reading www.uukanshu.com seemed to tremble involuntarily.

"Hey~ It's okay, I'm here, it's okay. I'll deal with it." John lowered his head to comfort her a few times, and he gently pressed her down a few times. After feeling her emotional stability, he let go of her.

John took out his pistol and walked to the door alone and asked aloud.

"Are you guys with the guys on the ground?"

"The gang? No! No! No! I wish I could kill them all." The voice responded loudly.

"Wait, I'm a little familiar with this voice~ About~John~??!" Another voice suddenly sounded from the other side.

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