About three o'clock in the afternoon

The quiet town suddenly became noisy, and more than a dozen armed militia rushed into the town on fast horses. The horse's hooves rolled up smoke and dust on the road, attracting the attention of merchants along the street. Many people pulled out pistols from the drawers and under the vegetable baskets, and looked at the armed militia with vigilance.

"Brothers, guys, the Billy bandit gang started killing people in the south. A nomadic site was attacked by bandits, 11 people died, and many others were injured. Everyone picked up their weapons and prepared to fight them."

The leading armed militia shouted and rode across the street, turning over and dismounted at the intersection of the town. In the town police station, several Royal Mounted Police were already standing under the eaves of the corridor, holding the revolver holster on his waist with one hand and a rifle in the other.

"Wu Dabao, shut up. This is my territory. It's not your turn to give orders and tell me what happened?"

"Soldier Yan, the guy Billy is going to do something wrong. We need to organize people quickly..."

"Okay, okay, when is it your turn to command me? Shut up." The leader of Sheriff Yan interrupted him and said to the man who was surrounded by guns in his hand;

"Guys, there are wild wolves and robbers everywhere in this wasteland. We must pick up our guns to protect ourselves, but we should not act recklessly. We must first protect the town, rather than being attacked by the bandits.

As far as I know, the Count has issued an order to draw the Leopard Cavalry Guards to encircle and suppress these vicious bandits. We just need to cooperate.

So you will follow the scheduled marshal to report to your own militia team, whether it is patrol or alert, you will do whatever you arrange.

Remember to me that you are all people trained by militia. What is the consequence of not following orders when facing the enemy? I don’t need to say more, and they all will be dispersed."

Officer Yan's words made all the gathered men scatter. There were forty or fifty militias reported by the police with guns, all of whom brought their own horses.

Officer Yan briefly divided the labor and divided the militia into two teams. He led one team of militia to patrol far away outside the town first, and the other team of militia led by other Royal Mounted Police to patrol and guard near Songjiang Town.

Not long

Several flatbed carriages dragged the dead and injured herdsmen to Songjiang Town. The blood on their bodies had turned black and brown, and the flatbed carriage had a strong smell of blood.

The miserable scenes of these people aroused great indignation among the people of the town, and cursed the inhumane "Billy Boy" bandits.

Through the window

Li Fushou saw the short-term riots in the town and soon calmed down again. The organized militia patrolled the streets in a team of 12 people, some were responsible for the surveillance, some were responsible for the observation, and merchants along the street closed their doors one after another.

A small town with bustling commercial activities has become a heavily guarded military camp in a blink of an eye, and the town's taverns and Fulinmen Hotel have become places for everyone to gather, and all new news gathers here.

Songjiang Town is like a hedgehog with sharp thorns spreading, protecting itself vigilantly.

The Royal Mounted Police Chief Li Fushou, whose surname was Yan, naturally knew that he was an old man from the former Dragon Cavalry Guard. He served as a squad leader. After serving in the Dragon Cavalry Guard for three years, he was dismissed from his duties and was arranged to serve as the Royal Mounted Police Chief in the Agricultural and Animal Husbandry Town.

A RCMP sergeant earns 6 pounds and 12 shillings a month, with a monthly salary of about 33.6 US dollars. This has not been calculated for other extra money. He is considered a middle class with a good income and a relatively high social status.

If you shoot and kill the reward bandits during the mission, rescue civilians from danger, help retrieve the lost herd, etc., you can get corresponding rewards or thank you money, which is the legal income allowed.

As for some gray income, it should not be told to outsiders.

The four cavalry guards of the Dragon, Tiger, Leopard, Wolf will withdraw a group of elderly people every year to supplement a batch of fresh blood to maintain strong combat effectiveness. Since the leopard cavalry and the wolf cavalry were established late, this process has not yet begun.

There are many cases like Sheriff Yan, who were all old people who were first established to receive strict military training. Because the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry Guards are private guards, not military forces, they are not retired, but placed in proper positions.

Some serve as RCMPs, some serve as captains of the pastoral site, some serve as militia captains or instructors, some serve as town tax officials, and some enter the state autonomous agency or municipal government, starting with ordinary staff, and generally have a strong and stable job.

With the rapid expansion of the scale of the Red River Valley, there are more than 50 agricultural and animal husbandry towns scattered, which does not include a larger number of new villages in the reclamation.

The four cavalry guards of dragon, tiger, leopard, wolf, and all have only 1,600 people. They can't even see the shadows in the vast territory. A new round of expansion is imperative.

Taihu Lakeside Wharf

Large pieces of sleepers transported from the Red River Valley City were piled up into mountains, and long railway tracks transported from ships were neatly placed. Amid the shouts of the foreman, a large number of newly recruited road construction workers headed to the railway construction site not far from Songshan Town.

Through the telescope, we can clearly see that a solid roadbed across the north and south has been formed, and many workers are still busy with construction.

The roadbed surface with cinders is layered and compacted by the strong horses dragged by heavy stones, and then it is laid with fly ash and repeatedly flattened, covered with gravel and sleepers, and finally laid with rails to form.

In the woods

Billy Clayburn put down the telescope in his hand, and a hint of caution appeared in his fierce eyes. His cheek was penetrated by a bullet, leaving a large terrifying scar. His face looked a little distorted and deformed, more veritable than "Scarface" Eck.

"Boss, should we get him a vote? Mr. Smith paid 20,000 pounds to kill the Earl of Queensland." The bandits around him looked cruel and impatient.

Billy Clayburn turned his head and looked at his subordinates, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips; "Eber, you idiot, you don't have such a way to die. If you are willing to wait for us to leave, just let go of your hands."

"You mean...going to leave?"

"Yes, the Red River Valley is like a spider web. As long as it touches a little, all other places will be alerted. I bet that the elite cavalry will arrive soon, and they will not be able to run away at that time."

"Damn, we only got 5,000 pounds from Mr. Smith's money. Billy, are you scared? Just these cowardly yellow-skinned monkeys..."

"Stop, the yellow-skinned monkeys you said killed the wild wolf Bilken. They did not take any tricks in the face-to-face cavalry battle. They used their brothers' heads to pile up the noble title of the Earl of Queensland, and their hands were covered with the blood of their brothers." Billy Clayburn roared loudly, staring at Eber with a fierce look, and then looked at the other bandits standing behind him and said;

"It is these yellow-skinned monkeys that you look down on, which form the most powerful cavalry I have ever seen. Don't use your stupid heads to measure your opponents, because this is far beyond your imagination. This is a real army, you damn idiots, bastards, and despicable..."

"Billy, don't be angry, Eber isn't trying to irritate you." Another tall and strong gangster came out to smooth things out. "We took Mr. Smith's money after all, well, okay, I know you are the most outstanding hunter in the wilderness, and we listen to you."

Billy Clayburn's chest calmed down with a violent gasp. He looked back at the busy construction site in the distance and said firmly, "Let Smith go hell, let's leave here and go south, and leave the Red River Valley ranch range. I have a very bad feeling that it may be too late if I don't leave."

"Billy, we ran so far to come here, and stopped after only one vote. The brothers all felt it was not worth it. Otherwise, we would leave if we had two more votes."

"No, leave now."

Billy Clayburn's attitude was unquestionable, and a trace of caution flashed in his cunning eyes, and he said, "I know that this ghost place is like a hunter's trap. As long as you step on the mechanism, patrols from all directions will follow one after another, wrapping us tightly in it like a spider web. If you want to leave, you can't leave here and go to the south, where there are a lot of farmers and beautiful women."

"Billy, look..." accompanied by this short scream of exclamation.

A team of elite cavalrymen walked up the road in the distance. They wore large cowboy hats to cover the hot sun in South Wales. There was a shiny steel emblem in the middle of the cowboy hat, which was a noble emblem with a giant dragon hovering on the mountains, representing the Earls of Queensland.

All the cavalry were wearing dark gray riding suits, cross-belts on their chests and a finger-wide belt, with cavalry knife hanging on the left, revolver holsters on the right, and a shiny cavalry rifle inserted into the right front riding bag of the powerful war horse.

A battle flag fluttering in the wind in front is embroidered with a ferocious leopard mark, which is the famous leopard cavalry guard.

The cavalry team lined up four people, forming a long riding queue, and invisibly exuding a sense of awe.

The bandits were shocked when they saw each other. They were all cowboys who had lived on horseback for years, and of course they could see the extraordinaryness of this team of elite cavalry.

All the cavalry were one man and two horses. They looked at the leisurely expression and maintained a good distance and a good speed. You can tell at a glance that both the people and the war horses have received rigorous training.

Move like a rabbit, and quiet like a virgin.

The bandits are not unfamiliar with this awesome aura. They have seen the blood-collapsed murderous aura. Obviously, there are many bandits who died at the hands of this elite cavalry.

"Go, go quickly..."

Billy Clayburn obviously did not expect it to come so quickly. This shock was extraordinary, and his face turned pale and walked towards the depths of the forest.

He swore that he would never come to this damn Red River Valley Ranch in his life, it was so scary.

It’s okay to encircle and suppress the militias in the brigade, but they often send elite cavalry to participate. That’s the rhythm of striking the death!
Chapter completed!