1840Indian rebirth

Chief Chumash felt strange about the horse whistle's reaction: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Ma Shao just said, "Why did you come here from California? I'm afraid it won't be an easy journey."

"Oh, it's not because of the war." Chief Chumash sighed, "Now the entire west is in chaos, Americans, Mexicans, robbers... There are only fifty-three people in our clan. I'm really worried about when...

Exterminated during the attack."

"We heard that Sleeping Bear City is willing to accept all aborigines, has thousands of invincible warriors, and can resist the plague, so we came here."

Then he leaned over and saluted the horse whistle: "Thank you for taking us in, Apache Son of the Sky. You are indeed as kind and majestic as the legend says."

Ma Shao mused: "Actually, I'm thinking about going to California recently."

"Ah?" Chief Chumash was startled and said in a panic, "Is Sleeping Bear City going to move to California?"

They worked so hard to get here from California. If they wanted to move back now, wouldn't it be in vain?

Ma Shao smiled: "No, I just want to build another city in California."

Chief Chumash breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's it, but to be honest, I don't think there's anything good about California."

Ma Shao: "It is true that it is still very desolate at the moment, but that does not mean that it will always be so. At least California is close to the ocean. The ocean is the most fertile place in the world. Almost all big cities are not far from the ocean."

The Chumash chief seemed to understand.

The horse whistle added: "I have never been to California. I need some guides and assistants. Do you have any suitable candidates? It would be better if you can understand a little Apache."

Chief Chumash blurted out: "Nonsense, my nephew is, he knows California very well, and he is the most nostalgic person in the whole family there. He is eager to go back!"

"What's his name?" Ma Shao asked.

"Nonsense." The interpreter repeated the Chumash chief's answer. "His name is 'Nonsense.'"

Ma Shao nodded understandingly.

It was another strange name, but he was not surprised.

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Eastern United States.

Connecticut, Whitneyville.

In Whitneyville, the Whitney family is undoubtedly the largest wealthy family. In fact, it was Eli Whitney who founded this town. This well-known engineer and entrepreneur also named this place after his own surname.

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Now it is an important arms production site, mainly producing firearms, including the revolver invented by Samuel Colt.

——Colt’s original company went bankrupt and he is now working with the Whitney family to use the factory here to produce new revolvers.

Not long ago, their cooperation had a good start. One thousand of the new Walker revolvers were ordered by the US military, and more and more people began to pay attention to this weapon.

Mr. Samuel Colt, who was in the prime of his life, had reason to believe that he would soon be rewarded with all his hardships.

His partner, Mr. Eli Whitney Blake, the nephew of the great inventor Eli Whitney, also has reason to believe that the cooperation between the two parties has unlimited potential.

However, Colt and Black's good days did not last long, and they did not usher in the expected bright money future.

"Colt, we're in trouble!" Blake hurriedly found Colt with a gun, looking like he was looking for trouble.

"What's wrong?" Samuel Colt was tinkering with a pile of gun parts, with a rifle at hand.

The shape of this rifle is a bit weird, and its biggest feature is that it has a revolving function like a Colt pistol.

It is exactly a revolver rifle.

The revolver rifle was Colt's dream. He had always wanted to make a popular revolver rifle, but unfortunately he had not succeeded so far.

It can even be said that his obsession with revolver rifles was one of the reasons for his bankruptcy.

"Bang!" Black slapped the revolver in his hand on the table, "Stop messing with your rifle, look at this, our order is going to be finished!"

Colt, who had been bankrupt, had never seen anything before. He slowly moved his eyes away from the revolver and looked at the pistol Black had put down.

But when he saw it, he realized that he had never seen this scene before.

"This-" Colt looked at the revolver on the table in disbelief, almost shocked by its exquisite shape.

It was a revolver, but it was not made by him, nor by any of those parody imitators.

But a brand new design.

He stood up quickly, looked at the revolver repeatedly in his hand, and asked quickly: "Where did you get this gun?"

Black said: "I borrowed this from an officer friend who just came back from the southwest."

Colt twirled the cylinder: "I mean...who made it?"

"I don't know." Blake shook his head, "Maybe he is British."

"British?"

Black said slowly: "Strictly speaking, my friend bought this kind of pistol from a group of Indians, but there is no doubt that the Indians could not have invented such a thing. They were just used by a certain company.

To circumvent your patented puppet."

"There are various indications that the British produced it, and most of the production areas were in Oregon or Canada."

Hearing that it was a British person, Colt's emotions immediately rose: "Damn British guy!"

"When I went to the UK to apply for a patent, those British guys kept making things difficult for me... I still clearly remember the expression on the patent office official's face, it was really disgusting!" This experience obviously made Colt very annoyed.

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Black also said: "Yes, although there is no concrete evidence yet. But it is obviously the British. They are fully capable, motivated and qualified to do so."

"In the southwest, they sold a large number of these pistols, many of which were sold to the Mexicans. This caused a lot of losses to our army, and the British must be extremely happy now."

Colt was silent for half a second: "About how many of these pistols are in use?"

"Probably several thousand," Black said, then sighed, "The Indians are priced at fifty dollars, think about how much money the British behind them made!"

Colt then asked: "Why didn't the army arrest those Indians and ask them to explain the British behind them?"

Blake shook his head: "Because the army can't do it."

Colt: "Why? It's just a group of Indians. As far as I know, we already have tens of thousands of troops on the Mexican battlefield."

Black: "There are indeed tens of thousands of people, but there are no extra troops. Needless to say, there are no major battles in the south of Mexico, but the sporadic rebellions are very serious in the north. The army simply cannot dedicate a team of 1,000 men to attack

Those Indians."

"A thousand people?" Colt frowned.