Mutiny

The night was dark, perfect for a night raid.

However, it was even more suitable for a military camp mutiny.

Wallace Fort, a military fortress in New Hanover located in the Indian reservation.

This place was particularly familiar to players because Flying Eagle was captured there. When Arthur and Charles went to rescue him, they overturned this military fortress, directly confronting the New Hanover Self-Defense Force.

And Colonel Favors essentially held a position equivalent to a modern Chinese regimental commander.

A regiment should ideally have around 1,500 men, but the current situation in the United States was naturally different. Firstly, the total number of registered American soldiers under the United States Federal Government was only 20,000, so it was impossible for a single regiment to have 1,500 men. Nor was it possible for a mere Colonel to manage so many people.

Furthermore, Colonel Favors was not an American soldier under the United States Federal Government; he belonged to the New Hanover government's American soldiers, the New Hanover Self-Defense Force.

So, the number of personnel he managed was even smaller.

Lemoyne, with the international metropolis of Saint Denis (based on the French-established city of New Orleans), could barely support over 2,000 soldiers. Moreover, according to Commander Ivanov, their treatment was decreasing year by year. New Hanover, which didn't even have a landmark city, naturally couldn't support more troops.

In reality, the total number of troops in New Hanover hovered around 800. And even this was only maintained by the strong support of the Western magnate, Mr. Cornwall, preventing the force from disintegrating on the spot.

Therefore, although Colonel Favors held the title of a Colonel, he actually controlled only a little over 800 soldiers.

Yet, even so, this force of over 800 men was an absolute authority within New Hanover before the arrival of the Van der Linde Gang.

However, tonight, the 800-man force that Colonel Favors relied on and was so proud of, would probably become his final death knell.

"Since you know, then get the job done! In short, when I wake up tomorrow morning, I must see everyone already assembled!

Damn it, this is my order!" Colonel Favors' angry roar echoed in the room beneath the watchtower around Wallace Fort, making the soldiers on guard outside look at each other.

"No, sir. Mr. Van der Linde is the hope for us soldiers after we retire! You can't do this to him!" Captain Monroe's voice followed closely from inside the room, his voice sounding particularly distressed.

"F***! Captain Monroe, the New Hanover government sent you here not to question me! You damned idiot! I'm telling you, if you dare to obstruct my good fortune again, I'll send you directly to a military court!

You damned bastard, if you ruin my good fortune again, then I'm sure you will be charged with treason!" Colonel Favors was furious. He slammed the newspaper in his hand to the ground, pulled a gun from a drawer, and aimed it at Captain Monroe's forehead, his eyes full of malice.

One hundred thousand dollars! How could he give that up for Captain Monroe and the prospect of his soldiers having a good life after retirement?

With that one hundred thousand dollars, he wouldn't feel the slightest regret if all his men died!

Damn it, could the lives of these bastards earn him one hundred thousand dollars?

The decay of capital is top-down, deeply rooted, and utterly unscrupulous. Colonel Favors was clearly no exception.

"Oh! You damned bastard!" Captain Monroe cursed aloud.

Outside, at some unknown point, soldiers had gathered, standing silently at the door of Colonel Favors' room, eavesdropping on the conversation inside.

As their conversation progressed, the faces of the soldiers gathered outside subtly changed.

Their gazes met, and sparks flew in their eyes.

Damn it, their only thought now was to quickly make it to retirement, then find Mr. Van der Linde for a job, completely change their class, continue their families, and save their relatives. And now, the idiot in this room was demanding that they send troops to kill their only savior in this world!

Colonel Favors must die! This was the anger they conveyed to each other through their eyes.

And inside the room, as Captain Monroe cursed, Colonel Favors became even more enraged. He pulled the trigger directly, firing a shot fiercely at the ground beneath Captain Monroe's feet.

"F***! Men, seize this damned traitor!"

Colonel Favors was burning with rage. He roared and shouted, ordering the soldiers outside to enter the room.

"Damn it, I'm going to send you to a military court, you damned bastard!"

Wrinkles of anger appeared on Colonel Favors' face.

With his command, the door was suddenly kicked open with a bang.

"F***!"

A group of soldiers rushed into the room.

A large foot kicked Colonel Favors in the head, fiercely knocking him to the ground.

Then, a group of soldiers pounced forward like madmen, pressing Colonel Favors firmly onto the cold floor.

Colonel Favors' fat face was pressed against the ground, his head was severely stomped on, and his mouth was pursed.

One by one, the soldiers stepped on him, pinning his limbs and torso, ensuring he had no room to resist.

"Oh... ow... sh*t! You, what are you doing! F***!"

Colonel Favors, being trampled by a group of people, was both shocked and terrified. He cursed, but his mouth was so squashed that he couldn't utter coherent words.

"Shut up, you damned idiot! Don't think we don't know you took Mr. Cornwall's benefits to target Mr. Van der Linde!"

"F***! F***! F***! You idiot only cares about your own interests and doesn't care how we're supposed to live! I'm telling you, Favors, we endured it when you used to curse us, hit us, and physically punish us. But now you're even trying to completely cut off our only hope! You want us all to starve to death on the streets after we retire? No one can f***ing tolerate that!"

"Cut off his head, cut off his head! This damned pig, this stupid beast deserves to be hung on a tree to dry into jerky! This damned inhuman devil!"

Captain Monroe on the side was stunned, staring wide-eyed at everything happening before him.

"No, what happened?"

Captain Monroe's eyes were wide and fixed.

However, the riot inside the room and the noise outside continued unabated.

Someone outside shouted.

"That damned pig Favors wants to harm Mr. Van der Linde! Brothers, we're rebelling!"

As the shouting began, the entire military camp instantly mutinied.

Soldiers one by one stood up from their positions, or climbed out of bed, grabbing their weapons and rushing towards Colonel Favors' room.

They continuously shouted and chanted their own slogans.

"Down with Favors, loyalty to Van der Linde!"

"Down with Favors, loyalty to Van der Linde!"

The clamor within the fortress, mixed with the flickering torchlight, resembled a giant furnace, smelting all the evil within.

Colonel Favors' screams from inside the room, like the wails of a dying pig, ceased after only a moment.

A moment later, the room door suddenly opened.

Then, several soldiers walked out, clustered together, the one in the center raising his hands high.

Colonel Favors' head, freshly severed and bloody, was held in his hands, the severed neck a bloody mess, and blood tears streamed from his eyes.

"Colonel Favors is dead! Mr. Van der Linde shall be established!"

A deafening shout, followed by the mutiny of all the soldiers in Wallace Fort.

"Van der Linde!"

"Van der Linde!"

"Van der Linde!"

A group of people, holding torches and Colonel Favors' head, cheered in unison. This terrified Captain Monroe in the room, making his heart pound and his liver tremble!