Bandits

"Very good, Hosea, you've worked hard during this time." Dutch was very pleased. He then looked at JD and said, "Mr. JD, how is the training of our command personnel progressing?"

Infantry is certainly needed for infantry-fortress coordination; the five hundred gunmen are the infantry, and they will conduct encirclement and suppression in batches, with each small team naturally requiring one or two commanders.

"All training is completed, Mr. Van der Linde. The gunmen are basically all retired veterans; they already know all the commands by heart, so the training was very fast." JD's face was full of respect.

If it had been two months ago, he would have turned around and left upon hearing Dutch's current idea.

But now, sorry, if Dutch wanted to be president, he would be the first to assassinate the president, so naturally, he wouldn't be afraid of Dutch's current idea.

His kindness was as heavy as a mountain; Dutch's kindness to them was as heavy as a mountain!

"Very good! Everyone must wear the bulletproof vests we developed, and anyone who doesn't wear one will be fined! Starting tomorrow, they will be in extreme danger, and I don't want anyone to sacrifice themselves, as they haven't yet enjoyed their own happiness!"

"Yes, Mr. Van der Linde!" JD was moved beyond words.

During this time, to increase the survival rate of these people, Dutch specifically bought coarse paper, soaked it in water, dried it in the sun, and then sewed it with cloth to make the so-called bulletproof vests.

In addition to these paper bulletproof vests, he also added sand inside, hoping to increase the gunmen's safety by doing so.

The bullets of this era were still round-nosed bullets, with weak penetration. After being consumed by a layer of thick paper and a layer of sand, this simple bulletproof vest was not weak in functionality. Although it was heavy and inconvenient to wear, it had good abrasive properties and could effectively guard against pistol bullet damage.

The interception effect of rifle bullets was average, and under a Maxim gun, it was useless, but most of the threats they were guarding against in their bandit suppression were still pistol bullets.

This was quite sufficient.

Listening to Mr. JD's answer, Dutch was very satisfied. His gaze then turned to Flying Eagle: "What about you? My child."

"We are also ready, Mr. Van der Linde! Charles and I will lead the team, and the people of the tribe are ready."

Flying Eagle nodded respectfully, a hint of fervor in his eyes as he looked at Dutch.

It had been a week since they came to Hope Ranch, and in this week, the lives of their Indian people had simply soared to heaven!

They had food and lodging, tobacco and alcohol, and whether they were men or women, or old people or children, everyone's life was fulfilling and beautiful.

They no longer had to tremble with fear even when sleeping, afraid that someone would secretly kill them in the middle of the night and scalp them.

They no longer had to constantly worry about American oppression, or about American soldiers expelling and chasing them.

Now, the Indian people were content every day, working, eating, chatting with people in the factory or their own tribe members when they had nothing to do, and in the evening, they could go out to the stalls to stroll around and see sights they had never seen before…

They finally had no psychological burden whatsoever. Even though it had only been a week, this life had completely conquered all the Indian people.

Even Rain Falls was a bit more relaxed now.

"Be careful!" Rain Falls nodded, looking at Flying Eagle.

"Very good, gentlemen, very good! All right, now you can all go back and rest. As soon as the rain stops tomorrow, we officially set off!"

Dutch was exceptionally happy and excited.

This feeling of impending battle was truly stimulating, which shows that Dutch was still Dutch; his essence had not changed in the slightest.

However, this battle was somewhat different from the previous ones.

This time, they fought for justice!

"There's a girl in Belleville, her thighs…"

Laughter and song filled the wooden shed, and in the heavy rain, there was a unique charm.

Time slowly flowed, and the night and dark clouds finally receded under a ray of morning sun.

The land after the rain was muddy, and a scent of rain mixed with earthy smell permeated the air, refreshing the mind.

As time slowly passed, the female workers, as usual, emerged from their rooms, beginning a new day of beautiful life.

However, the Van der Linde Gang today was different from before; on a large muddy flat ground in front of the factory, rows of carriages were neatly arranged.

They had Mr. Colm to thank for so many carriages, because of his presence, the Van der Linde Gang now had more carriages than they could ever use.

At this moment, more than thirty mighty carriages gathered in the mud. Fifteen of these carriages each had a particularly conspicuous Maxim gun.

In addition, five carriages were loaded with cannons. The gun barrels were cold, reflecting a cold light in the morning sun.

"Toot, toot, toot…" The sound of a whistle blew across the square.

Then, to the extremely shocked gazes of the female workers, a mighty five hundred gunmen ran from a distance, carrying rifles.

Their discipline was strict, and their bodies even bore the marks of having served in the military.

Their faces were either excited or thrilled, and their eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

For them, this was not going to the battlefield to die, but an opportunity to repay Mr. Van der Linde's profound kindness.

A team of five hundred people was already extremely impactful.

Dutch stood on the square, looking at the mighty army before him, feeling a surge of excitement.

And the other members of the Van der Linde Gang standing beside him were completely awestruck.

"Oh, sh*t! I never thought I could lead five hundred men to rob!" John's dull face was filled with shock and awe; his eyes wide open, he looked at the mighty five hundred-man team before him, feeling his whole body tremble with excitement.

"Sh*t! We're suppressing bandits, Marston!" Arthur slowly shook his head. He looked at the team before him, his eyes wide open.

"Oh, sh*t!" Arthur murmured. ' Is this the same small gang?!'