War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

"Mr. Mayor, Mr. Sheriff, we are the police of Fort Clark." Several guys with vulgar descriptions introduced themselves, while the surrounding townspeople had already retreated further.

Jackson looked at the guys in front of him who had rip-offs written all over their faces and said directly, "You are all fired."

Jackson's words surprised everyone around him. Even the accompanying state police thought the man in front of them was crazy. From the meeting just now, they could conclude that the number of gangsters here would not be less than thirty.

Without these temporary police officers, how can one person deal with an entire gang?

The mayor took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He didn't think anyone could really deal with the entire gang single-handedly, and he didn't think Jackson could escape unscathed.

Fortunately, the mayor's butler had already been in contact with the Sheridan family before, and he would help whoever wins Jack Hinton. This was his plan early on.

But I didn't expect that "Stonewall" was so stupid. Fortunately, Senator Terrell praised him.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with being a bad mayor and having a powerful friend, but if you can gain the friendship of Councilor Terrell, then it is not impossible to be a good mayor.

However, Mr. Jackson, whom Congressman Terrell spoke highly of, seems to be just a brainless fool. Not cooperating with the gang in order to seek justice for others is worthy of respect, but it is not worth risking his life for, let alone bragging about.

When Jackson said, "You are all fired," the "former" police officers at Fort Clark were stunned for a moment, but then sneered.

"Sir, are you crazy? We are the backbone of this town! Without us, how can you negotiate terms with Mr. Vasco da Gama?"

Stonewall said still expressionlessly.

"Hand over all your police badges."

Jackson's indifferent attitude towards the threat made several police officers a little angry, and one of them even took off his police badge and threw it to the ground.

"Wait to die! You madman!"

The mayor on the side also advised.

"Mr. Jackson, you have just returned to Fort Clark and you are not familiar with the situation. At the very least, you should let them familiarize you with the situation in the town."

"unnecessary."

Stonewall replied without thinking, then turned to the "former" officers and continued: "Hand over your badges."

The remaining few people also took off their police badges and threw them on the ground, and then stomped on them twice as if they were demonstrating.

"Stonewall" remained unmoved. After picking up the police badges on the ground one by one, he announced: "Residents of Fort Clark, from now on no more police officers will collect protection fees from you, let alone anyone from the gangs." Report your reports!

Starting today, the Fort Clark Police Department welcomes brave and committed individuals who want to make this place a better place to join! "

Not surprisingly, Stonewall's words received a round of applause, which shocked and annoyed the "former" police officers and left them in despair, but none of the residents came forward to express their willingness to join the police force.

Afterwards, Jackson did not go directly to the police station, but returned to his home.

When the "former" police officers reported to the Sheridan family, Da Gama Sheridan was not surprised, but continued to play with throwing knives with his servants.

The black man was forcibly fixed to a wall, and every blow from Vasco da Gama's flying knife could barely avoid the servant's body.

It was just the kind of fear born out of human instinct that made the man unable to stop screaming. Several "former" police officers couldn't help but admire the financial resources of the Sheridan family when they saw this scene. After all, black slaves at this time cost hundreds of dollars, and their annual salary was only a few dozen dollars.

Da Gama Sheridan: "I know, thank you. If there is another chance, I hope we can still cooperate."

Then a black butler took out a money bag, took out "eagle coins" and distributed them to everyone, who immediately left with gratitude.

Because there was an eagle on the U.S. dollar coins at that time, they were also called eagle coins. Because the impact of the economic crisis made the value of U.S. dollar banknotes very unstable, eagle coins were hard currency.

Da Gama Sheridan threw the last throwing knife, and it was directly aimed at the crotch of the black man who was fixed on the wall. At this time, the latter had already passed out with urine and feces.

But da Gama didn't care, he just picked up the red wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

"Master, those guys are gone. What about Thomas Jonathan Jackson?"

The black butler cautiously stepped forward to ask.

"Didn't a group of desperadoes come here not long ago?"

"It's the Serput gang, from Kentucky."

"Let them figure it out."

"yes."

"Come back!" At this time, Vasco da Gama seemed to remember something again and added another sentence.

"Send a few people to keep an eye on them and don't let those guys run around! Fort Clark is mine!"

"Yes, Master. I'll do it right away."

The black butler slowly exited the room.

On the other hand, Jackson went to the countryside and began to visit several larger manor owners nearby. After all, he alone could not fight the gangsters in Fort Clark alone.

At the same time, those scum in Fort Clark can't be counted on at all, and the most powerful people in Virginia are these manor owners, and some are even as powerful as the Sheridan family.

It's just that these manor owners usually only live in the countryside, and there are few conflicts between the two parties, so few are willing to support Jackson in going to the city to seek justice.

The last place Jackson visited was a private farm. The area was completely incomparable with those of those manors, and the owner of the farm seemed to be older, but he was also the only one who sent "Stonewall" out.

Jackson returned to the cabin that belonged to him. There were still some low walls made of stones outside, but they were already looking a bit dilapidated and covered with tenacious plants.

After a day of repairs, this small home finally looks a little better. While chopping firewood, Jackson suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance. He immediately dropped his ax and ran to the low wall.

There were seven cowboys in total, and they didn't dress like the locals. Moments before the men attempted to break into the farm, Jackson fired a shot into the air.

This is a warning. It is not unusual to greet people in this way in the United States at this time. After all, the security at that time was not really "good".

One of the leading cowboys could only shout distantly: "Is it Sheriff Jackson?"

"it's me."

"Can I come over?"

"If you have anything to say, please say it directly."

The leading cowboy raised his hand to show that he meant no harm.

"I just want to say to you, Chief Jackson. It was Mayor Cotton who asked us to come here."

"You come here alone."

After the cowboys made some eye contact with each other, the first cowboy said.

"Okay, I'll come right away."

The cowboy wanted to enter on horseback, but was stopped by Jackson, so the cowboy could only climb over the fence and walk towards the low wall where Jackson was.

This time the latter spoke first.

"What does the mayor want from me?"

"The mayor has found a traitor to the Sheridan family who can prove the guilt of Da Gama Sheridan and confess the names of his accomplices.

Please take a look. "

The cowboy approached Jackson with a smile and took out a pistol from his arms.

Just listen to "Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots were heard.

The cowboy was shot once in the chest and forehead. He fell on his back and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

The revolver in Jackson's hand was still emitting white smoke from the muzzle. He never believed the other party's lies.

Although "Stonewall" was a mess in the cultural classes at West Point Military Academy, compared with these military skills, he was not inferior to those instructors.

The six knights in the distance were still in shock. You must know that the seven of them were famous robbers in the Kentucky area, especially since they had never failed in this kind of "door-to-door" assassination activity.

But this time they miscalculated. Not only did the other party not die, but their boss was killed with two shots.

But before they could wake up from the shock, another gunshot rang out, and a cowboy fell from his horse.

Jackson hid behind a low wall and watched the attackers' movements while leisurely loading bullets.

"Carter! Damn it! Let's kill him together!"

A cowboy wearing a black sombrero roared and tore down a fence so their horses could charge into the farm.

The remaining five knights all took out their revolvers and rushed towards the low wall not far away. They were all veterans who knew the distance and the muzzle-loading rifles used by the other party.

The power and range of this kind of gun are indeed much stronger than the revolvers in their hands, but the loading speed is correspondingly much slower.

At this time, the revolvers used by Americans were still the most primitive old-fashioned weapons that required pressing the hammer to fire continuously.

But as long as they rush to the low wall with a burst of energy, the other party will be dead.

However, just halfway through the rush, gunfire rang out again, and another cowboy was shot and fell from his horse. Although the hit was not a vital part, the fall from the high-speed horse made it impossible for him to get up again.

"Damn! He actually has two shotguns!"

The cowboy wearing a black wide-brimmed hat cursed angrily, and another short cowboy replied.

"We're fine this time he's dead! The shotgun can't be reloaded that fast!"

But at this time, the two people beside them actually turned their horses' heads at the same time. They looked forward with some confusion and found that Jackson had raised the rifle again.

The cowboy wearing a black wide-brimmed hat struggled to hold the horse's reins, trying to avoid the black muzzle in front of him, while the short cowboy couldn't stop and rushed straight towards the low wall.

However, they did not hear gunshots, but the neighing of men and horses.

The short cowboy hit the low wall with his horse and man, and when he was about to get up, he was stabbed in the back by Jackson.

Jackson dropped the bloody bayonet and started reloading again.

News of the Serput Gang's failure soon reached Sheridan's ears.

"What a bunch of losers! Seven against one and they missed! It's not as useful as if I had seven dogs!"

Da Gama was really angry. He didn't expect this group of wanted criminals to be so useless.

"Owner.."

The black butler spoke again, but was interrupted by Vasco da Gama before he could finish speaking.

"What else is there!"

The black butler said cautiously: "Two people from the Serpt Gang were arrested and are in the police station now."

"Oh shit!"

Sheridan slashed the table with his knife, causing a gash in the fine birch wood table. The black butler was so frightened that he backed away.

Da Gama knew that those desperadoes would say and do anything to survive. Although they were just outsiders, God knew what Jackson would ask.

In order to solve the problem once and for all, Vasco da Gama decided to take the people there himself.

Soon, more than two dozen gunmen arrived in front of the small town's police station. The midday sun was scorching hot, and the air was distorted by the water vapor emitted from the ground.

The streets of the town were now completely silent, with the sound of tumbleweeds and the crows chirping.

"What a great day to kill!"

Vasco da Gama smiled, and with a wave of his hand, more than twenty gunmen started shooting at the wooden exterior wall of the small town police station. From time to time, there was the sound of ping-tong balls, bottles, and bottles breaking inside. The bullets penetrated the wooden boards and almost covered the entire room. .

After about five minutes, Vasco da Gama felt that the people inside must be dead and ordered his men.

"Drag the person out and hang him in front of the mayor's house, so that everyone will know what will happen if he goes against me! Damn it! What kind of fate are you playing for just a few dozen yuan a year!"

However, as soon as the men opened the door, a violent explosion occurred. The huge air wave directly blew away the nearest gunmen, and the broken wooden boards knocked down the remaining gunmen like grenade fragments.

Da Gama was also frightened and fell off his horse, his pink suit stained with earthy yellow.

When gunfire rang out, Jackson was crouching next to a makeshift stone wall and shooting. But this time there was an extra helper beside him, who looked like an old farmer.

But in fact, Jackson's assistant was the once famous James Bowie, and his knife was the kind that Stallone would later use in First Blood.

Historically, James Bowie died in the Alamo, but in this life, Tasan Anna released all the prisoners of war after occupying the Alamo, so Bowie survived.

It's just that at this time, James Bowie lost all his honor. After returning to Virginia, he resigned from all positions and found a remote rural farm.

Until Jackson found him, James Bowie had never lacked courage and was not afraid of death, but his personal influence was really limited in the war.

At this time, fighting with gangs was obviously more suitable for him. In the end, James Bowie and Jackson killed the gang that was entrenched in Fort Clark.

After that, the two teamed up to let the town enjoy peace for a long time, until two letters of accusation were sent to the White House.

President Polk angrily removed Sheriff Thomas Jonathan Jackson and Sheriff Bowie from Fort Clark.

The former is a scum who abused his power, while the latter is simply a deserter from the Alamo and a disgrace to the American people.

James Knox Polk, the tough guy president, couldn't bear this.

The ouster was nothing to James Bowie; he was just a farmer again. In fact, this is nothing to Jackson, he is also going to try to be a farmer.

At this time, a messenger delivered two letters, both sent from Austria, and were delivered to the two men respectively.

James Bowie was very happy after opening the letter, because it was from the Austrian Congo Colony, inviting him, a brave man, to explore the unknown on the African continent.

Jackson also offered his congratulations, when James Bowie asked curiously.

"Thomas, why don't you read that letter?"

"I have never dealt with the Austrians. In the Mexican-American War, I fought Mexicans, black Mexicans to be exact."

"Let's take a look."

At the instigation of James Bowie, Jackson opened the outermost package. Inside was an exquisite envelope with several large gilded letters written on it - Austrian Empire, Theresa Military Academy.

This is an admission notice from the highest military academy in the Austrian Empire.