Chapter 184: CLXXXIV. Wild West Outlaw
Mu Ran and the train conductor had already entered the tunnel up ahead.
Mid-November.
It was the coldest time of the year, the chill wind biting to the bone.
The nobles on the train had initially thought little of the situation, confidently believing it was a fuel issue. The scenery here was beautiful, with white reeds undulating like floating clouds in the sky, and waiting for a while seemed no bother.
Until they heard the rustling sound of hooves, bizarre howls like those of the Cannibal Tribe snapping their mouths, the savage and cruel bloodthirsty cries.
All the passengers looked out the windows.
Dust clouds kicked up by hoofbeats, more than fifty in number, masked horse bandits were plunging down from the hillside.
There was no plan.
Kill anyone in the way, purely for the sake of intimidation, to seek wealth.
Liszt didn’t know why the train hadn’t entered the tunnel, where they could have corralled all the security forces and slaughtered them in the dark. Even though the situation was different from what he had expected, it wasn’t the time to hesitate.
The longer the delay, the greater the chance of change.