SWDnovel Chapter 63 Elsa is injured
Chapter 63 Elsa is injured
The Lakota warriors, like vengeful spirits, ignored the whistling bullets and charged forward like madmen!
Dozens of figures charged forward fearlessly through the hail of bullets, and in the blink of an eye, they had reached the convoy!
boom! boom! boom!
No matter how fast Tom's bullets were, they couldn't extinguish the raging fire!
boom!
The last few Lakota warriors fell amidst the barrage of bullets, but a few still managed to escape. Like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, they howled as they flipped over the carriages and plunged headfirst into the convoy!
"Quick! Kill them!" Tom's roar tore through the air.
A warrior, his face smeared with blood and his eyes burning with a destructive light, swung his long staff with a piercing whistling sound as he slammed it down on the terrified Elsa!
"Get out of the way!" Tom's eyes widened in fury, and the short knife in his hand shot out like a cold light!
*Thud!* The dagger sank deep into the warrior's chest!
But the long staff continued its momentum, carrying a resolute determination to perish together with the enemy.
Bang! Crack!
"Ah—!" The crisp sound of bones breaking, mixed with Elsa's piercing scream, shattered the air!
The heavy wooden stick slammed down squarely on her thin shoulder!
"Elsa!" Margaret screamed in terror and lunged forward.
James blasted the last Lakota warrior's head off with a single shot and charged toward his daughter without looking back.
"Zack! Cooper! Simone? Are they still alive?"
"exist!"
"fine!"
A response came from the smoke and dust.
Tom's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse like a wild beast's: "Finish them off! Leave no one alive!"
He knew that killing these Lakotas was tantamount to declaring war on the entire Indian tribe, but at this moment he only had the desire to kill!
"Elsa! My child!" Margaret knelt down, her trembling hands unable to touch her daughter.
Elsa's eyes rolled back as intense pain overwhelmed her, and she collapsed limply.
James rushed forward, without even looking, and fired another fatal shot at the dying Lakota warrior!
"She's fainted!" Margaret's voice was filled with anxious urgency.
There are no doctors!
James was frantic: "I'm going to find Shay! I'll ask about the nearest town!" He turned to leave.
Just then!
boom!
A muffled thud!
Tom's fist slammed into Ennis's stomach, making him curl up like a shrimp!
"Why the hell didn't you shoot?!"
Tom's roar was so loud it made people's eardrums tingle.
Elsa was in danger just now, and this bastard was right next to her, but his gun was like a fire poker!
"He...he's never killed anyone!" Wade rushed over to explain, his face pale.
Tom stared at Wade as if he were looking at a monster, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"He...he's just a cowboy!"
Wade was forced to take a step back by the murderous intent in Tom's eyes, his voice trembling.
"F**k!"
Tom uttered a single word through gritted teeth, then abruptly turned and charged at Elsa.
The girl lay lifeless in the dust, her face as pale as paper.
Margaret was about to help her up.
"Don't move!" Tom shouted sternly, his voice leaving no room for argument.
He carefully lifted the clothes off Elsa's shoulders.
The shocking scene was as follows: the collarbone was obviously collapsed and deformed, forming a glaring "V" shape, with the bone at the distal end sinking downwards.
The proximal bone protrudes high, making the entire shoulder appear strangely shortened and droopy, creating a stark contrast with the healthy, rounded shoulder line on the other side.
Tom pressed down lightly with his fingertips, producing a soft, teeth-grinding sound.
"Your collarbone is broken!" he said to Margaret in a deep voice, his tone calm beyond his years.
Upon seeing the horrific transformation, Margaret's heart clenched, and she instantly believed it.
"The bones have shifted!" Tom pointed clearly to the shocking difference in height between his two shoulders.
"She needs to be reinstated immediately!" Tom said quickly, leaving no room for argument.
Before he could finish speaking...
"We have to take Elsa to Castle Kaspar! There's a doctor there!" The sound of rapid hooves grew louder as James returned, panting as he announced the plan.
"Alright, let's go to Castle Kaspar!" Tom carefully carried Elsa into the carriage, not letting her lie on her side, but sitting upright.
There was a soft blanket behind him.
"Elsa cannot be subjected to jolting!"
"I'll drive the carriage!" James jumped onto the carriage.
At this moment, Shay rode up on his horse.
"James, we have to leave immediately!" The experienced guide Shay strode over to James' side, scanning the end of the wasteland.
"This is not an isolated tribe! We've killed so many Lakotas; this news can't be kept secret for long! Bigger trouble could come at any moment!"
His warning was like ice water poured on everyone's hearts.
"Okay! Lead the way!" James's voice was firm and decisive.
Without another word, Shay spurred his horse and charged ahead.
The convoy started again and moved toward Kasparburg.
When we arrived at Kaspar Castle, it was already getting dark.
"Doctor! Get a doctor! Someone's seriously injured!" James's shouts echoed across the empty plaza of the fortress.
Soon, Elsa was carried into a simple room and placed on a bed.
A middle-aged man with a full beard and puffy eyes walked in, carrying a medicine box.
"What injury?"
"Shoulder! Hit by a thick wooden stick, bone broken!" Tom stared intently at him.
"Let me see." The bearded doctor casually lifted Elsa's shirt over her shoulder and glanced at her, his movements rough. "Reset her first!"
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Elsa's arm, trying to drag her to the hardwood chair next to her.
"We'll take over!" Tom stepped forward, forcefully separating the doctor's hand, his eyes cold.
He and James carefully helped Elsa sit down in a chair.
Elsa remained unconscious, her head drooping limply.
The doctor stood behind her, his knees roughly pressing against her back as a fulcrum, and his hands grabbed her shoulders, ready to pull her backward and upward with force.
"Wait!" Tom shouted sharply, his voice cutting through the air like a knife.
The doctor was startled and turned around angrily: "I'm treating someone! Don't mess around!"
Tom completely ignored his anger, his gaze sharp as he demanded, "No pain medication before repositioning? And what are the chances of her fully recovering and regaining her function using your method?!"
His question went straight to the heart of the matter.
"I'm a doctor! It's none of your business to tell me what to do!" the bearded doctor roared irritably, clearly offended.
Seeing that he avoided answering, a cold glint flashed in Tom's eyes, and without any warning, he drew his revolver from his waist with a "whoosh"!
The cold muzzle of the gun was instantly pressed against the bearded doctor's temple!
"I ask, you answer!" Tom's voice was as deep as if it came from hell. "Speak!"
The metallic feel of the gun barrel instantly sobered the doctor up considerably, and cold sweat poured down his back.
"She...she's unconscious and can't feel any pain! What...what medicine are you going to give her! Besides...besides, we don't have any medicine here!" The doctor was so frightened that he couldn't speak coherently.
"As for...as for a full recovery? You...look at how badly she was injured! It's a miracle she even managed to...if she can move her hand at all! Expecting a complete heal? Dream on!"
He finally revealed the cruel truth.
"No—!" Margaret let out a short, mournful cry, her body staggering backward and crashing heavily against the earthen wall, her face ashen.
James was also struck dumb, staring incredulously at the so-called "doctor," as if seeing his incompetence for the first time!