1840Indian rebirth

Lushou looked around. He was convinced that his idea would hardly get support from anyone. Finally, he lowered his head and said: "No more."

The horse whistle nodded: "In a few days, we will bring a batch of new pistols to Santa Fe to sell these high-performance killing machines to the Mexicans."

"I hope the Mexicans can be more ambitious and not lose too badly."

After talking about some more things, the horse whistle announced the adjournment of the meeting, and everyone dispersed one after another.

"I plan to add these paragraphs to the "Linghu", what do you think?" He showed the notes to Ma Shao on a rainy day.

"Okay." The horse whistle still needs to be checked. After all, sometimes, if you think about what you said before, you may not agree with it afterwards.

The two were talking.

"Actually, I feel that there are many people in the tribe who have similar ideas to Lushou, especially the old shamans who have been arranged to retire." Rainy Day said, "They are obsessed with tradition, and even everything traditional; they cannot understand change.

In particular, they cannot understand the transformation of learning from white people. In their view, learning from white people means being brainwashed by white people.”

Ma Shao: "Brainwashing also exists objectively. The problem with these people is that they cannot distinguish between being brainwashed and learning."

After a pause, he added: "Actually, it's not entirely their fault... Studying and being brainwashed are conjoined twins. Only those with the most superb knife skills can separate the two."

In ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, the study of backward civilizations from advanced civilizations has always been about learning the essence and the dross together, rather than "taking only the essence" type of learning.

Figures at the juncture of history, even many of them who are recognized as heroes, have inherent limitations. They often introduce civilization and barbarism at the same time. The braids on their heads are cut off, but there is still a lot of evil in their hearts.

Got a new braid.

For example, in China at the end of the Qing Dynasty, among the many reformers, who did not speak violently? The extreme ones even proposed plans such as abolition of the Chinese language and racial improvement.

Even Ma Shao, a time traveler, dare not say that he can completely escape such historical limitations.

The so-called upward spiral of history is probably like this.

The two continued to talk.

Rainy Day: "...If there were no special subsidies, those old shamans might not be so honest."

Having said this, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's really depressing to have to pay such a bribe every month."

Ma Shao said: "To a certain extent, this can be regarded as the obligation of the reformers. Maintenance of stability is one of the costs of change. If the income brought by the change cannot even cover the cost of maintaining stability, I am afraid that this change cannot be called a change.

How advanced.”

"You're right." Rainy Day thought for a moment, "But it makes me feel a bit unwilling. These old shamans are useless and they have to receive a large subsidy every month. In your words, they are called 'corpse meal'

'."

"I'm not willing to do it either." Ma Shao said, "So drinking houses must run well, not only liquor, but also tobacco. Use tobacco and alcohol to recover all the subsidies they receive."

…

A few days later.

The horse sentry and more than a hundred soldiers set off from the tribe and rode southwest to Santa Fe, the capital of New Mexico.

The journey was not far, and after seven or eight days, they arrived at their destination. Standing in the snow, they saw the city of Santa Fe in the distance.

"City..." Ma Shao breathed out and looked at the scene in the distance.

In the past few years since his rebirth, this was the first time he had seen a place that could barely be called a city - just barely.

Santa Fe, the largest city in the southwest, was actually far inferior to even the county seat if compared with the memories of his previous life.

Not to mention that there were no high-rise buildings, the scale was ordinary. It was an earthen city with 8,000 people, surrounded by low walls, and even more desolate under the winter snow. It reminded him of the scene near the police station in his hometown town in his previous life.

"It is indeed a big city!" some soldiers exclaimed.

“It’s my first time coming to Santa Fe, and I’ve gained a lot of experience this time.”

"I believe that Sleeping Bear City will become such a big city in the future!"

Ma Shao curled his lips: "That's it? The future Sleeping Bear City will definitely be much bigger than Santa Fe. It's just a small place, don't take it to heart, we'll go there."

Everyone then rode towards Santa Fe.

Soon they saw the Santa Fe cavalry, and both sides looked at each other warily.

"We don't mean any harm! We are here to discuss business!" the translator next to Ma Shao shouted in Spanish.

The Apaches have been dealing with Mexicans for a long time, and there are slightly more people who can speak Spanish than English. Ma Shao also learned a little Spanish, but his level is still very low, so he must bring a translator.

The dozen or so Mexican cavalrymen on the opposite side seemed to deliberate for a moment before approaching.

The leader was a man with a short beard. He wore a military cap and looked to be in his thirties. As he approached, he looked up and down at the horse whistle and others.

There is no doubt that these yellow-skinned guys with eagle feathers on their heads are Indians.

But the Mexican officer looked at them for a long time and didn't recognize which tribe of Indians they were.

After all, apart from eagle feathers and yellow skin, these people have almost no Indian characteristics.

The various colorful patterns painted on the faces, or the decorations such as shells, tassels, bone ornaments, or the enemy scalps dried and hung around the waist, were all missing from the Indians in front of them, only the appearance was almost uniform.

Style cowhide coat.

"Which tribe are you from?" the Mexican officer had to ask. He really couldn't tell.

"We are from the Apaches," Ma Shao said, and the translator conveyed the meaning to him.

"Apache..." the Mexican officer frowned, "What are you doing here?"

The horse whistle said slowly: "In order to do business, we have brought something that Colonel Archuleta will definitely be interested in."

"What?" the officer asked again.

The horse guard did not answer, but said: "Call your colonel over. Anyway, there are one hundred and fifty of us here."

The officer was silent for a while and finally nodded: "You guys wait here, I'll notify the colonel."

He jerked the reins and rode back to Santa Fe.

Not long after, the military commander here, Colonel Diego Archuleta, came out with a group of soldiers, accompanied by a young man with curly hair.

"Apache, I heard you are here to do business." Colonel Archuleta was in his thirties and had small eyes. He was riding a tall horse, but he still had to look up at the horse whistle.

"That's right." Ma Shao nodded.

Archuleta said: "That's really strange. The last time I saw you here doing business, you wanted to sell a group of captives to us as slaves. Unfortunately, no one was willing to buy them."