1840Indian rebirth

"Guerrilla warfare?" Chavez didn't quite understand.

There is a word for guerrilla warfare in English or Spanish. In fact, the word guerrilla warfare in English is the Spanish word for "little war."

But what Ma Shao was talking about was not Xiao Zhan, but "roving attack tactics", and the translator also translated this complex word into Spanish word for word.

Fortunately, Ma Shao now also understands some Spanish. He understood Chavez's doubts, so he slowly explained: "It is a combination of roaming and attacking tactics. Since you want to lead residents from various places to engage in sporadic and continuous battles with the Americans,

, it is natural to adopt this method.”

Chavez probably understood: "You're right."

He thought about it again and couldn't help but nod his head: "Swimming attack tactics, well, this is really a clever way of saying it."

Ma Shao smiled: "How many do you plan to buy this time?"

"It's still two thousand," Chavez said. "I brought fifty thousand dollars."

"Sorry, Chavez, it's war time now, so the price of Browning pistols has increased." The horse whistle said calmly.

Chavez frowned: "What's the current price?"

Horse whistle: "Fifty dollars, or silver dollars."

"Fifty dollars!" Chavez exclaimed, "That's doubled!"

"Yes." The horse whistle nodded, "The last time I sold to you, the war had not yet broken out. It is different now. Many people are rushing to buy Browning pistols, so we must increase the price - market economy."

Chavez hesitated: "But...but you have raised too much."

"I know the price is expensive, but it's not something I can decide." Ma Shao said in a complaining tone, "In fact, I also want to sell it cheaper, but as long as it is reduced to forty-eight dollars, I have to pay for it myself.

Come on. Those stingy British...Europeans, they are not even willing to give up a copper!"

"Can't it really be cheaper? Can it be forty dollars?" Chavez still wanted to fight for it.

"Sorry, for us, fifty dollars is already very low." Ma Shao was unmoved, "This is not a bargaining trick, but we really can't lower it any more. If you don't want to buy at this price

, you can turn around and leave now."

"Okay." Young Chavez sighed as he felt financial embarrassment for the first time, "Then I'll buy a thousand."

Then he handed over fifty thousand US dollars in gold and silver coins to the horse whistle, and the horse whistle sent someone to deliver a thousand Browning revolvers to the Mexicans.

One dollar is currently worth approximately 24 grams of silver, or 1.6 grams of gold, and a $50,000 gold and silver coin weighs dozens of kilograms.

Tens of kilograms is naturally heavy, but if it is gold, it will not feel so heavy.

"Mr. Chavez, although we can't lower the price for you. But as a gift, I can provide you with some suggestions." Ma Shao smiled, and the shining fifty thousand dollars made him feel happy.

"What suggestions?" Chavez's mood was exactly the opposite of Ma Xiu's. Two thousand pistols turned into one thousand, which made him feel depressed.

Ma Shao said: "The closer to the war, the more expensive the weapons. For you and me, fifty dollars is a high price, but if it is on the battlefield, for such a good weapon, people are absolutely willing to put their underwear on

I’ll give you all the gold coins hidden inside.”

"You mean... I can increase the price and sell these weapons to soldiers?" Chavez asked.

"They don't have to be soldiers, they can also be civilians." Ma Shao said, "Aren't you trying to mobilize the masses? In this case, Mexican residents in New Mexico and even the entire southwest are your targets."

Chavez said nothing.

Ma Shao added: "There is a second suggestion, about guerrilla warfare. I think you may not have much experience in guerrilla warfare."

"That's right." Chavez actually didn't even have much experience in war.

"However, I have summarized some key points regarding this tactic. You may wish to refer to it," Ma Shao said.

He paused and then said slowly: "Swimming attack tactics require both swimming and attacking. Always swimming without attacking is the same as running away. Always attacking without swimming flexibly.

It is tantamount to fighting fiercely and desperately.”

"More specifically, it's four sentences - when the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy is stationed, I harass; when the enemy is tired, I attack; when the enemy retreats, I pursue."

In just four sentences, he conveyed the essence of guerrilla warfare. Chavez couldn't help but think deeply after listening to it, and subconsciously repeated: "When the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy is stationed, I harass..."

The horse whistle patted his shoulder: "Tactics is also a kind of weapon, even more lethal than the weapon in your hand. This weapon is just a gift of a thousand pistols. I hope you can master it skillfully."

The few words he told Chavez were naturally derived from the guerrilla warfare formulas summarized by the People's Liberation Army of later generations.

But there is always a gap between theory and practice. The four sentences can be said to be deep or shallow. Some people can become guerrilla masters after watching it, and some people can become guerrilla masters after watching it or not. It all depends on how much Chavez can master.

Ma Shao believed that if the Mexican guerrillas could skillfully use guerrilla tactics, the Americans would surely suffer a lot.

Chavez seemed to be quite aware of the subtlety of these sentences. He first repeated them repeatedly, and then asked: "Who summed this up? It sounds like the experience of an outstanding military strategist."

"It's just my perception." Ma Shao said shamelessly.

Chavez was a little surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he asked: "Chief Ma Shao, I'm a little curious, how old are you this year?"

Ma Shao smiled: "What do you think?"

Chavez looked at him carefully, but shook his head: "I feel uncertain, you may be in your twenties, but you seem to be knowledgeable and experienced, even more like an elder than my uncle."

”

Ma Shao said casually: "Why can't it be fifteen years old?"

"Fifteen years old? That's impossible." Chavez clearly didn't believe it.

Ma Shao hesitated for half a second: "Okay, actually I am twenty-five years old."

Age was actually an issue that bothered him a little, so he finally decided to add ten years to his age when introducing himself in the future, so as to save the need for explanation.

The age of twenty-five was basically what Chavez expected. He nodded: "You are younger than me."

The two chatted for a while, and suddenly the horse whistle remembered something: "By the way, Chavez, do you still have any silver coins?"

"There are some."

"I want to exchange gold coins for some silver coins." Ma Shao said, "I just forgot to tell you that almost all the coins you gave me were gold coins."

Chavez exchanged a small part of the fifty thousand US dollars into silver coins and handed it back to the horse whistle. At the same time, he couldn't help but asked curiously: "What do you want so many silver coins for?"

"It's nothing, it's just that it's easier to circulate in the tribe." Ma Shao didn't explain much and just gave a reason.