1840Indian rebirth

Chavez continued: "He would definitely agree."

"But-" Archuleta hesitated.

"Armijo is my uncle, of course I know him." Chavez interrupted, "Even if he doesn't agree, I will definitely convince him, believe me, Archuleta."

"Okay." Archuleta finally nodded. He was not sure whether Governor Armijo would agree, but he was sure that Chavez would be able to convince the governor.

Chavez then asked: "How much do you plan to sell this pistol for?"

Ma Shao: "If you purchase more than 500 pieces at a time, the unit price is twenty-five silver dollars."

Archuleta frowned: "Twenty-five silver dollars? This is too expensive, almost equivalent to three handfuls of brown bess."

The horse whistle smiled: "Colonel Archuleta, which one do you think is more practical, three Brown Bess or one Browning 1845?"

Archuleta said nothing.

Of course he knew the answer. No one would carry three Brown Besses into the battlefield, but everyone was willing to carry a Browning revolver on their waist.

"Even this immature Colt pistol was priced at fifty dollars when it was first launched." Ma Shao shook the Colt pistol in his hand, "It's true that this thing sells for fifty dollars.

It’s expensive, but Browning sells for twenty-five silver dollars, so it’s not expensive at all.”

"On the battlefield, Browning can sometimes allow you to save your own life, or at least kill more enemies. Isn't an extra enemy's head or your own head worth twenty-five silver dollars?"

"Twenty-five silver dollars, this is the lowest price." He added.

Chavez thought for a moment and asked directly: "How many Browning revolvers do you have?"

Horse whistle: "We only brought five hundred sticks this time. If you need more, I will bring them next time."

Chavez: "I need two thousand tubes. Can you deliver them to me within two months?"

"No problem!" Ma Shao agreed decisively. Two thousand Browning pistols were enough to bring him more than thirty thousand US dollars in profit. It was definitely a good start for the Apache arms business.

Afterwards, the two parties delivered money and goods, and exchanged some questions about the use of pistols.

"Bang, bang, bang -" The horse whistle demonstrated again. This time, he fired six bullets in almost one second, making Archuleta and Chavez's eyes widen.

"How did you do it?" Chavez quickly stepped forward and asked.

Ma Shao smiled and demonstrated the action. He pulled the trigger with one hand and continuously moved the hammer with the other hand: "As long as you do this, you can make the pistol fire faster, but you can hardly aim. If you are a master

, or you can try this method when there are a bunch of enemies crowded in front of you."

Ma Shao has yet to see with his own eyes a revolver master who can still aim using this method.

However, in his previous life, he had seen on the Internet that an old man fired five shots in a row within 0.88 seconds, and all of them hit the target, setting a world record.

"Mr. Chavez, are you Governor Armijo's nephew?" Ma Shao asked.

"Yes." Chavez.

The horse whistle brought another wooden box: "There is also a limited edition Browning 1845 here, specially prepared for Governor Armijo. Mr. Chavez, please pass it to the governor."

"No problem." Chavez nodded.

Then he said casually: "To be honest, this is the first time I have seen Indians like you. You seem to have nothing to do with those savages."

Ma Shao smiled and said nothing.

"If all Indians were like you, there wouldn't be so many conflicts between us." Chavez continued, "...After Mexico and the United States went to war, I think you wouldn't turn to the United States, right?

"

"Of course not." Ma Shao said firmly.

Archuleta asked: "So you are more willing to help us?"

Ma Shao shook his head: "No, we will remain neutral - we don't want to pay casualties in a war fought by others."

Archuleta was silent for a second: "A shrewd choice."

He turned to look at Chavez: "We should go back and let the soldiers try the new weapons."

"Goodbye, Apaches."

"Goodbye, Colonel Archuleta, Mr. Chavez," the post said, watching the Mexicans return to Santa Fe.

After the Mexicans left, Du Guang said: "Twelve thousand five hundred dollars, selling arms is really profitable."

Horse whistle: "This is only 500 pieces. We will produce another 1,500 pieces to sell to Mexicans in Santa Fe City."

Alone looked at the translator: "Old Heron, did Chavez just say that if all Indians were like the big chief, there wouldn't be so many conflicts between Mexicans and Indians?"

"That's right." The translator, Lao Lu, is a Navajo, and his accent sounds a bit special.

Du Guang smiled disdainfully and said: "Arrogant Mexicans, if all Indians were like the chief, there would be no place for them in America!"

Ma Shao: "Let's go back too."

The old egret said quickly: "Wait a minute, chief."

"how?"

The old egret then said: "We have arrived in Santa Fe City, why don't we go to the 'Lanzhu Mountain' to have a look?"

"Yes, Chief, Lanzhu Mountain is not far from here." Several people agreed.

For many Indians, especially the Navajo, Blue Pearl Mountain is a sacred mountain.

Ma Shao thought it didn't matter, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay, let's go to Lanzhu Mountain to have a look."

…

Washington, White House.

Strictly speaking, there was no White House in this era. The name White House was given by President Roosevelt in 1902.

Now its name is simply "Presidential Palace".

Inside the Presidential Palace, under the Stars and Stripes.

"I'm really fed up with this bunch of abolitionists. In order to improve their political status and satisfy their own sense of superiority, these guys talk all day long about benevolence, justice and morality! They just want to bring down the Union!" James Polk

The president looked at another document on the abolition of slavery in front of him and said with some annoyance.

For this president who firmly supported slavery, abolitionists were the root of all evil and wasted a lot of his energy.

Moreover, there are more and more matters related to the abolition of slavery, and people are mentioning it every now and then.

He touched his hairline and sighed.

As the most diligent president of the United States, although Polk has only been working for ten months, his hair has fallen out a lot, and his wrinkles and dark circles have become increasingly serious.

He had just celebrated his fiftieth birthday about two months ago, but now he feels almost sixty.

"Mr. President." At this time, a fat old man in a suit and leather shoes came directly outside the office door. The old man's eyes seemed to be a little squinting.

"What's the matter, Buchanan?" Polk asked.

"Mexico refused to meet with our envoy," Secretary of State James Buchanan said.

President Polk didn't look surprised at all when he heard the news.

He was silent for a while and then said: "Tell General Zachary Taylor to lead his soldiers to the Rio Grande... and then wait for the Mexicans to fire the first shot."