Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 12, Chapter 12

12,

As a former migrant worker, Dai Ping'an understands the current mentality of migrant workers.

I only work part-time to make money. If it's just the income of three melons and two dates, everyone can make do with it.If you say that the salary is low, the main thing is to learn skills and train people, and you have to put on a posture of criticizing you for your own good, then hehe.

Can learning this skill make a fortune?cannot!If you can't learn this skill, will you be hungry?also can not!Then why should I be angry with you for your trivial income, giving money is the last word.

As for those bosses or masters who are really capable, don't always put on a high-ranking attitude. Before teaching, you should also see if they are willing to learn. is a traitor.

Now Mika met a good student, in order to learn skills, not only is willing to offer his golden hands, but also has no temper at all, he can play as he wants.The only downside is that there are a lot of people robbing him for food, and it is not so easy to fool him.However, since you Dai Ping'an really want to learn skills, then I will teach you "well"!

Dai Ping'an and Mika stepped aside, and they stood facing each other, keeping a distance of more than half a meter.The right hands of both of them hang down naturally, hanging on the middle and upper part of the outer thigh. The only difference is that Micah has nothing here, while Dai Pingan has a pistol stuck in the holster on the other side.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready."

"Snapped!"

Mika slapped Dai Ping'an's face with a slap. It was so sudden for no reason.A red palm print soon appeared on Dai Pingan's left face, but he didn't say anything, just looked at Mika who was grinning grinningly, and nodded to continue.

It's a simple game that, according to Micah, was passed down from their father, and it's great for quick-draw training.

The rules are very simple. Two people face each other, stand close to each other, with their hands drooping naturally, and then they move at the same time, one waved his palm and the other drew his gun.

It is very troublesome for people who wave their palms, they have to raise their hands first, raise them out, and then swing them down; the movements of gun-drawers are simple, just pull out the pistol, raise the muzzle directly to the front, and only use the wrist, No need to raise your arms.Theoretically speaking, the speed should be much faster than the person waving his hands.

Of course, that's only in theory.

"one two Three!"

Micah yelled quickly, and when he yelled three, Dai Ping'an made a move...

"Snapped!"

"Why is it slower than yesterday, come again! One, two, three!"

Dai Ping'an touched the handle of the gun...

"Snapped!"

"Hurry up, let you take out your gun, not let you touch it! Come again!"

"one two Three!"

"Snapped!"

"one two Three!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

In the end, Mika didn't even call out the numbers, but just stared at Dai Ping'an's hand, as long as Dai Ping'an moved, he would slap him.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" The applause echoed in the camp, and the other three quietly watched Mika slap and Dai Pingan's left cheek swelled into a pig's head. .

Bill by the campfire was roasting the meat while holding his left cheek with his hand, the nerves on his face were twitching, as if the slap had been slapped on his face;

Javier was standing against the tree, smoking a cigarette with his left hand, his right hand was casually hanging on the holster, and his index finger tapped on the handle of the pistol following the rhythm of Mikaba's applause;
As for Hosea, the oldest, he sat at the other end of the campfire and watched all this through the flames.The heat rising from the campfire distorted the air above, distorting his face a little, sometimes admiring, sometimes gratified, but more worried and fearful.

The smell of barbecue wafted over.

Finally, the venison was cooked, and the applause stopped. Like the previous nights, Micah was finally tired.He shook his numb right hand, ended this simple game, and walked back.

"Haha, you made good progress today, and you can finally draw your gun. But, don't be proud, you are still far from becoming a real fast shooter, far away! Haha!"

While talking, Mica took out a knife, cut a piece of the fragrant roast venison, and put it in his mouth:
"Hmm~, today's barbecue tastes good. I have to say, Bill, your culinary skills are much better than your marksmanship. Why don't you be a cook? Haha, just kidding, just kidding. Hey, Mr. Dai Ping'an, I The best student, why don't you come over to eat, this meat tastes really good!"

After speaking, he did not forget to cut off another piece of meat to show Dai Pingan.

Dai Pingan ignored him, the swollen left side of his face had made him temporarily incapable of speaking.He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, put away the gun belt he had taken off, and started looking for water to drink.Due to the increased training intensity, the last bottle of wine he brought was drunk last night.

A wine bottle was handed over, and there was still a small half of whiskey in it.

It's Bill.

Dai Pingan nodded at him, then took the wine, barely opened his mouth, and swallowed the wine mixed with the blood in his mouth.

The barbecue was eaten very quickly, during which Hosea also confirmed the plan for tomorrow. When he arrived at Bacchus Station tomorrow, he would go there alone to check out the quality of the road workers before deciding what to do.Everyone agreed to this plan, and after eating and chatting a few words, they went to rest one by one.

Soon, Bill's snoring was heard in the camp.

Dai Ping'an was the first wave of those who needed to take turns to keep vigil at night, because he hadn't eaten yet.Put the tough meat back on the grill and heat it up briefly. Dai Pingan, who had recovered, started to eat dinner.

No matter how much you reheat the cold barbecue, the taste will not be much better, and it will shrink tightly.But Dai Ping'an didn't care, he just ate in big mouthfuls, biting if he could, and swallowing if he couldn't.After a while, the remaining large piece of barbecue was gone.

Dai Ping'an knew that his way of learning was indeed a little anxious, but he had to do it.

He was very worried and scared. Since the night when he robbed the pharmacy, a feeling of unease had been haunting him, but he couldn't find the source of this unease.

Maybe it's because I think too much.

Dai Pingan comforted himself in his heart.

In the final analysis, he can survive till now because he knows those secrets and gold.If one day all these golds are found or Daqi no longer needs the gold, can the Van der Lin gang let themselves know so many secrets.

Humans live for knives, and I live for fish. This kind of life is really not for human beings.

Thinking in his heart, Dai Pingan groped in the dark and began to practice loading bullets.

Silent all night.

The next day, everyone quickly arrived near Bacchus Station.

After a few days of assault training, Dai Ping'an's riding skills are obviously good. Although he still can't do some difficult horse actions, he has no problem riding on the road and accelerating the sprint.

Hosea came back soon, and everyone was relieved by the news he brought.

Bacchus Station, to be precise, is Bacchus Freight Station, which is mainly responsible for the maintenance of railways and the temporary stop and maintenance of long-distance freight trains here.Some time ago, a group of new wolves suddenly appeared near the surrounding area. They attacked the staff on duty at the freight station. As a last resort, the Cornwall Railway Company sent people to maintain the railway, and at the same time see if they could find this group of vicious wolves. Wolf, destroy it.

All in all it was a false alarm.

Say goodbye to the road workers at the Bacchus Freight Station, who made it across the Bacchus Bridge as bounty hunters.Going west along the railway, after a brief rest at noon, in the afternoon, they finally reached the middle point of the Ambarino Railway, the dividing line between East and West Grizli, above the valley at the edge of the storm.

"That's it?"

On the bare railway bridge, Bill wondered.

Dai Pingan didn't speak. He turned around and dismounted to the edge of the railway, facing south, closed his eyes, opened his arms, and embraced the sun above the sky ahead.

"What are you doing?" Everyone dismounted and came to Dai Pingan's side.

"Shh..." Dai Pingan told Bill to keep his voice down, and his head hurt from the loud voice: "I'm feeling it."

"Feel what?"

“Feel the location of gold!”

"Can you feel this too?"

"Shh...quiet! Give me some time"

Bill stopped talking, and everyone looked around. Bill imitated Dai Ping'an, closed his eyes, opened his arms, and began to feel, but he couldn't feel anything except the dazzling sun.

Minutes and seconds passed, and everyone felt that the few western ravens hovering in the sky began to laugh at them, because this place really didn't look like a place where gold could be hidden.

This valley, called the edge of the storm, is formed by the snow and ice on the Ambarino Mountains, which melted in summer and turned into torrents for many years.Now that the river has diverted its course, all that remains is this long, deep, precipitous valley, where railway workers dug tunnels on both sides, bridged the valley, and built the railway.If there was any gold here, those railroad workers would have been there long ago, and they would have no chance at all.

Sensing the impatience of the four people behind him, Dai Pingan closed his eyes and rested his mind, feeling that he was almost pretending.He let out a long breath of relief, and finally spoke:

"I finally feel it."

"Thank you for what, where is the gold?" The impatient Bill was still asking the question. With him, the others didn't even need to say anything.

"I feel the breath of gold, it gives me a hint."

"What hint?"

"Of course it's a reminder of gold." Dai Pingan closed his eyes and spoke in a leisurely manner, maintaining the sense of mystery:
"There once was a philosopher who was overwhelmed by the beautiful night sky and often watched the sky at night. One day, he fell into a pit while exploring the mysteries of the stars. Do you know why?"

"Falled into the pit? Philosopher? Is the gold in the pit?"

Bill was still pondering, Hosea thought for a while, and quickly realized that he walked to the side of the bridge and looked down.

Below the railway bridge, at the bottom of the valley on the edge of the storm, fell a long-wrecked train.Blown by the wind and the sun and rain, the outside of the train has been dilapidated and covered by dense vegetation at the bottom of the valley. If it didn't have a general shape, it would not be easy to find.

"Is the gold in the train?" Bill followed the crowd to find the train and asked.Dai Pingan continued to pretend to be a calf with his eyes closed, but Hosea shook his head with an ugly expression.

Hosea had discovered the derailed train a long time ago, but he didn't think there was any gold in it.The derailment of a train is a major event, and its seriousness is no less than that of a plane crash. The train that fell below must have been checked by the railway staff. As far as the virtues of those people are concerned, let alone gold, there is a piece of gold. No coins will be left behind.

At this time, Dai Pingan moved.

His open hands fell from both sides, and then his left and right hands slid up and down according to a certain pattern. Soon, even Dai Ping'an's whole body swayed from side to side with the sliding hands.

Four people were startled.

Even the well-informed Hosea was shocked by what he saw:
Dai Ping'an's hands were moving, his arms were moving, and his body was also moving.This is not a random movement, but there is a certain law in it. Hosea can't understand this law, but he can feel the extraordinaryness of this law-this is a mysterious law, between ups and downs, movement and stillness In between, every move has its own unique rhythm and rhythm, as if Dai Pingan is not exercising, but his whole body is breathing and growing during the exercise.

That's right!

What Dai Pingan is practicing at this time is the century-old stunt of the Great China Plaza - dividing watermelons!At this time, he was still thinking silently in his heart:

Thanks to the college physical education elective course and the second uncle at the gate of Peace Park!
Finally, after some exercise, Dai Pingan folded his hands together in front of his chest, and paused for a while.He pointed a finger at the train under the bridge, and then moved his finger slowly to the left.

While everyone was looking at his finger, Dai Pingan secretly opened his eyes and took a look, so he raised his finger, and finally stopped steadily.

Looking in the direction of Dai Pingan's finger, it was a cliff on the left side of the valley at the edge of the storm, overgrown with weeds and dense vines.If you just passed by and glanced, you wouldn't find anything at all, but with Dai Pingan's finger, under everyone's careful observation, they found that the unique black luster of metal was hidden among the weeds.

There is actually a section of train hidden there, a piece of train carriage standing upright, leaning straight against the cliff, no one has found it!

There might be gold there!
As soon as this idea came out, everyone couldn't bear it anymore.Especially Micah, who pulled Dai Pingan away, and after receiving a positive answer from the other party's reaction, immediately turned around and looked for the way down.

Bill was the happiest. Although he hadn't found anything yet, he was still as excited as if he had got the gold. He picked up Dai Pingan and slapped Dai Pingan on the back, almost killing Dai Pingan.

Javier was still calm, he turned his head to see what Hosea meant, only then did he realize that Hosea was actually distracted!
Hosea hesitated in his heart because of the shock that Dai Ping'an brought him. He couldn't help touching the package in his pocket, and had a thought of giving up in his heart, but soon, the hesitation in his eyes disappeared, and he became a man again. The wily second in command of the Van der Lin gang.

He nodded to Javier, and when the two turned around and got on the horse, a small package was quietly handed to Javier.

"For the honor of the Van der Lin gang!"

　Thanks to Zhang San, the third-level head, for the reward
　　It was so hot today that my plot was messed up, can you believe it, but fortunately, it was finally smoothed out later.Also, hints have been given
　　 Finally, I would like to thank Zhang San, the third-level leader, thank the Teutonic leader, thank Muxi Muxi, thank the old popsicles in the wasteland, thank jianyinwei, thank you for eating sweets, thank you Yuangong, thank you polojiangtom, and thank you Shikuli Great Engineering Warlock's Recommendation Ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)