Chapter 1104: The Farm

The road leading to the Lawrence Farm already appeared somewhat dilapidated, with quite a few grass leaves on the road surface, as well as dried mud brought up by wind or rain.

All of this was telling people that not many people walked this road.

The driver who was driving the vehicle was driving slowly while looking at the map in his hand. "From the map, this road definitely leads to the Lawrence Farm, but I don't know why it looks a bit desolate here."

He folded the map casually and threw it back onto the vehicle's dashboard.

Behind this car was a continuous motorcade, and there was no lack of troop carriers like those that had appeared on the battlefield.

To deal with the Lawrence Farm, they gathered five hundred people and crossed the border from Indeno State, always walking on small paths with no people around.

They heard that the interstate highway police would also cooperate with the Lansi family's interception work, so they didn't take those big roads; they took small paths and even the wilderness.

They had quite a few vehicles, including large-torque and high-horsepower vehicles like troop carriers, so they weren't afraid of any vehicles getting stuck in the rotten soil and not being able to be pulled out.

After several days of trekking, they finally approached the Lawrence Farm.

It's just that this road leading to the Lawrence Farm didn't look... like it was often walked by people.

The person sitting in the passenger seat shrugged indifferently. "As long as we can finally reach the Lawrence Farm, isn't it better that not many people walk this road?"

"At least we won't be discovered."

The two didn't continue to say anything. Driving for several days, that kind of deep exhaustion wasn't something ordinary people could imagine.

During this period, driving might be a thing that the lower-middle class in society longed for. They hoped they could learn driving skills and have a car of their own.

Whether it was being a taxi driver, going out to find a job, or simply driving a vehicle to take their family out to play, it was a good choice.

But they often didn't have the capital to own a car. Those cheap secondhand cars were indeed cheap; one could buy one for two or three hundred, or three or five hundred, but the subsequent various maintenance costs weren't cheap.

In fact, quite a few people could afford the money to buy a dilapidated secondhand car, but they couldn't afford the subsequent continuous expenses.

So in the eyes of these people, driving should be a thing full of fun and longing.

Only those real drivers understood how boring and anxious it was to drive long distances on ground with bad roads.

People in the car would talk at first, but now they didn't want to say anything; they just wanted to know how long it would take to reach the Lawrence Farm.

The grass leaves and debris on the ground were rolled up by the wind brought by the tires and soon scattered on the surrounding roads. The moment a road sign pointing to the Lawrence Farm appeared by the roadside, everyone's anxiety was greatly relieved.

"Twenty more kilometers, fuck!"

The driver of the lead car in the first position hit the steering wheel. This action accidentally triggered the car's horn—he was driving the latest model of car, which had already canceled the independent horn and integrated it into the steering wheel.

This car was worth more than five thousand dollars. Even though people's income had increased quite a bit, it was still a dream out of reach for ordinary people.

The honking sound of the first car seemed to trigger the emotions of the drivers behind. They all started honking their horns one after another. For a time, the entire road was filled with the sound of car horns.

"Will it be too noisy?"

In a car in the middle of the motorcade, a captain looked through the rearview mirror at the high-ranking cadre sitting in the back seat. This time, they had three high-ranking cadres, just to give Lansi a heavy blow.

This high-ranking cadre also saw the road sign, and the various negative emotions in his heart also decreased quite a bit, so at this moment, he didn't feel there was any problem with this.

"Let them stop in a while. We've been rushing on the road for this period, and the lads need to vent their emotions."

The captain didn't say anything more. Since the cadre had said so, insisting on his own point of view would be a kind of confrontation.

In fact, there was no need for him to say it. After a while, the honking sound took the initiative to quiet down. People who were originally somewhat dead and lifeless became enthusiastic and active again.

What they didn't know was that far away, hidden in the wilderness, there was a wooden high platform. Its color was the same as the color of the surrounding forest. Two cowboys were holding binoculars and observing in this direction.

"Is it them?" asked one of the cowboys, who was chewing on a blade of grass.

The other cowboy answered with a relatively certain tone, "Should be."

The guy who spoke first put down the binoculars and picked up the phone beside him—this was a dedicated line, directly connected to the Lawrence Farm, but it wasn't connected to the public telephone network.

It only needed a telephone line and a wire that could provide a small amount of power to make it work.

This kind of "internal line" was very common in the federation; it seemed that some large farms almost all had such designs.

On one hand, they needed cowboys to monitor the movements of wild animals. Some areas had some unique wild animals, and these migratory animals would cause great damage to crops, so they needed to keep an eye on them.

Of course, there were others, which was to ensure that no one would steal or rob the crops before they were harvested, so they arranged such a sentry tower and pulled a telephone line.

Soon the Lawrence Farm received this news. Schubert had already changed into the set of clothes he wore when he was young—

A calfskin vest that was already so hard it could serve as armor, a pair of riding breeches that were already faded, and riding boots with spurs.

Of course, the most important thing was that his cowboy hat and two ivory-handled revolvers were indispensable.

"Hell, no one told me these clothes were so hard to wear!" He stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, who now looked like a clown, and then angrily took off all the clothes.

His two brothers had been soothing his emotions. "You have to learn to let the young people on the farm handle these things, let the young people in the family handle them."

"You can't live forever, brother. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe at some moment when we ourselves aren't prepared, we will suddenly leave this world."

"This world won't stop turning because of your departure. It will continue to turn. Those who are alive still have to continue."

"So, you have to learn to let go."

"This is a good opportunity to exercise the lads, let them know that the Lawrence Farm isn't that kind of small farm. We had several thousand slaves at our peak!"

Schubert listened to his brother's words and finally helplessly took off his hat and scratched his sparse hair. "You're right. It's time to let the children move toward maturity."

The three reached a consensus. They handed this matter over to the young people in the family and then sat on the chairs outside the farm house, rocking chairs.

Holding a pipe in their hands, they looked at the sky in the distance, rocking back and forth.

"The weather is good today," said the old man sitting in the middle after taking two puffs of his pipe.

The brother on his left curled his lips. "You actually don't have to make conversation."

"Fuck, brother."

"Fuck you!"

The old men used their own way to relieve tension and anxiety. The atmosphere on the farm side was indeed a bit solemn, just a bit.

They weren't worried that this battle would be lost because they had the strongest cowboy team in Likai State, as well as Lansi's people.

They had advanced weapons, they discovered the enemy's tracks earlier than the enemy, and they were one hundred percent dominant.

What they were worried about was how much price the farm needed to pay to resolve these people, and whether it would exceed their expectations.

Fighting would kill people, just like when they dealt with those slaves in the past.

When they had chains around their necks, hands, and feet, they were as docile as the softest cat. Even if you kicked them, they would show their snow-white teeth and show their best-looking smile.

But once these restraints were gone and they escaped, they would become dangerous prey. They would not only counter-kill cowboys and slave-catching teams but might also take the opportunity to retaliate.

The bloody battles between slave owners and slaves made them understand the cruelty of fighting. These people were all watched by them as they grew up. They hoped these people could grow, but they didn't hope that too many of them would disappear.

A few minutes later, a cowboy rode into the farm in high spirits. He looked at the three old men under the eaves. Even if he didn't speak, the three old men knew they had exchanged fire.

No gunfire came. It was a bit far from the exchange point, and the gunfire couldn't travel that far.

At this time, the farm actually didn't have much defensive power. Although not much, it was definitely not weak.

The three old men didn't continue to smoke their pipes but looked at the sky in the distance together.

They clearly couldn't see anything, but it was as if they could see something.

Those intense gunshots, the shocking bright red that occasionally lit up in the gloomy world, and one life after another that passed away.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!!"

People from the Perez family encountered an attack at a place a little over two kilometers away from the Lawrence Farm.

Suddenly, someone fired at them in the farmland that was as tall as a person. Suddenly, bullets like a rainstorm hit those drivers who hadn't made any preparations, and the vehicles on the road were immediately crowded together in a mess.

The high-ranking cadre who had already crawled out of the car wiped the blood on his head. The bright red appearance made him feel a trace of fear.

How many years had it been? He hadn't been injured, and this time he was actually injured again.

He didn't know if this was caused by a car crash or if a bullet had grazed his scalp and flown past.

He only knew that he was injured.

He hid in a space that wasn't big. After the vehicles collided with each other, some space would be left between the cars. He hid here, which could bring him more sense of security.

This was different from their plan. Their plan was to catch the Lawrence family off guard, then burn down their winery and warehouse, burn down their crops, and then walk away.

Instead of encountering an attack before even seeing the farm.

"How many people do they have?"

"Why is the gunfire so dense!" The high-ranking cadre already felt fear. He grabbed the captain beside him and shook him hard.

The other party didn't pay attention to him, which made him feel anger toward familiar people in a fearful environment.

This kind of anger was very common, finding some ruling power from people weaker than oneself to alleviate one's own fear.

But after shaking the other party twice and letting go, his captain suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

At this time, he noticed that there was a hole in the back of the other party's head, and blood and some human tissues were constantly flowing out from inside.

He pulled his hand back sharply as if he had been frightened, and even the cursing sound of "fuck" carried a trembling tone!

A failed attack!

Just when he was considering how to deal with it, the suddenly sounding explosion and people's screams made his eyes almost widen!

A piece of shrapnel shot through the two doors of the car in front of him and landed less than half a meter away from him.

The hole in the car door made him feel a kind of trembling from the depths of his soul!

Next, the sound of explosion sounded again, and immediately after, he heard their people shouting in a somewhat hysterical voice, "These people are crazy!"

"They actually use explosives!"

"Explosives?" The high-ranking cadre shivered. He raised his hand and fired a few shots at the surroundings, and then thought about crawling toward the back, the back of the motorcade.

There were more people behind, which should be a bit safer than here.

He hadn't thought that these people would be so crazy, but then again, if the Lawrence Farm people were removed from this area, it was actually no different from a no-man's land.

There wasn't a single person for dozens or hundreds of kilometers in front, behind, left, or right. There wasn't a village or a train station. Let alone using explosives, even if they drove a few tanks over, it wouldn't matter. Anyway, no one would know.

This was an unequal slaughter. In places where those people couldn't see, those cowboys skillfully raised their guns, fired, and then changed to another place.

Behind those constantly swaying crops that were taller than a person, and behind those dense crops, were their figures.

For a time, people from the Perez family didn't even know where they should fire! Hand grenades, incendiary bombs, and explosive packs—these things that shouldn't appear in a farm cowboy team were thrown out as if they didn't cost money. Those people at the back of the motorcade saw the situation and wanted to leave, but it was already too late.

The narrow road couldn't turn around at all at this time. Once the car left the road, the two sides of the road were soft soil. It wouldn't be able to drive for a few meters before getting stuck.

It was just that some cars could drive, but the target of these cars was bigger. The driver might not have run for long before seeing the glass of the driver's cab shatter and then be stained red with blood.

Time passed bit by bit, but for the people in the battle, it might just be a while.

Under the action of adrenaline and other hormones, people couldn't feel the passage of time. After the last gunshot ended, almost an hour had passed! ===== CHAPTER 1105 =====