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"Yes." Blake nodded, "You heard that right, at least a thousand people are needed."

Colt found it difficult to understand: "How is this possible? Our war with the Seminoles only had one or two thousand people. Are there such strong Indians in the west?"

Blake: "I don't know very well. My friends told me."

After a pause, he continued: "He said that the Indian tribe named 'Sleeping Bear' has a city of several thousand people. The soldiers are all well-equipped and neatly formed elites. There must be at least a thousand people."

Defeat them."

"The army doesn't have the energy to deal with them now, and this tribe is very disciplined. They neither plunder, massacre, nor participate in this war... The reason for the attack is not easy to find."

Colt took a deep breath: "Reason, what reason do you need to deal with these barbarians?"

"Indeed," Black said, "but no one wants to be scolded by those hypocrites in Congress... In short, at least until the end of the Mexican War, there is nothing we can do against these Indians. The army cannot take action, and the patent law cannot control it.

them."

"Can we just watch them take away our orders?" Colt couldn't help but say.

Blake: "As far as I know, this news has been conveyed to the president, and I have just sent some people to Washington. If nothing else, we should negotiate with the British through diplomatic channels."

Colt sighed slightly and nodded: "Okay."

Black added: "The negotiations with the British will not produce results for a while. The only remedial measure that can be done now is to improve our products as soon as possible."

"Colt, you are the most outstanding gunsmith. I believe you can make a revolver better than Browning." He put his hand on Colt's shoulder.

Colt's eyes stayed on the revolver, with complex emotions in his eyes.

He gently stroked the gun and said with emotion after a while: "You know, Blake, when I see this gun, it feels like I have returned to some scenes from my student days."

"What do you mean?" Blake asked.

Colt stared at the words on the gun and said slowly: "I was faced with a question and couldn't figure it out. Then the teacher told me the standard answer... This gun is like a standard answer. It can almost be used."

'Perfect' to describe."

Blake: "You mean you can't make a better revolver?"

Colt hesitated for a moment: "If there is a better steel, maybe it is possible. I mean, one that is better than all existing steels."

Blake was silent for a moment: "Or you can just make it exactly the same. Anyway, the patent is in your hands."

"I know." Colt nodded, "I will give you the drawings and production plan."

After Black left, Colt sat in silence on his chair, looking at the nearly perfect Browning pistol and his various defective designs piled on the table, feeling increasingly depressed.

He felt that he had done a lot of useless work.

To make matters worse, he is now plagiarizing.

Although legally, it was the Browning pistol that copied Colt, but when this proud firearms genius had to abandon all his past attempts to copy someone else's work, he felt the shame of plagiarism.

"Fuck!" he cursed secretly.

Then he suppressed his feelings and obsessions as a designer and devoted himself wholeheartedly to business competition.

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On the other side, the arms business in Sleeping Bear City is in full swing, and people come here every once in a while to buy Browning pistols.

There are private individuals or caravans, as well as the military forces of the United States and Mexico. For some large customers, Mashao will also come forward in person.

Not far south of Sleeping Bear City, Ma Shao and Chavez were doing arms business.

"Here are a thousand pistols." He ordered the soldiers to move several boxes of Browning pistols over. "Please count them."

"It's still $50,000, right?" Chavez paid the money, many of which were U.S. dollar gold coins.

"That's right." Ma Shao could imagine that most of these U.S. dollar gold coins came from the wrong way. After all, Mexican guerrillas not only attacked the U.S. military, but also robbed American residents.

Even news came from Clark Town not long ago that they discovered a group of Mexican guerrillas who were suspected of plotting against the town.

However, in the end, these guerrillas did not dare to attack the town. After all, there were seventy or eighty armed police and troops in Clark Town. People patrolled and stood guard every day. It was obviously not a weak place to be bullied.

"I heard that you did a big job in Taos City?" Ma Shao asked.

Chavez nodded: "Yes, we also killed Charles Bent."

The two chatted for a while, and then Chavez left Sleeping Bear with a thousand revolvers.

And just a few hours later, Ma Shao welcomed another important customer.

"Colonel Donivan, welcome." He shook hands with Donifan warmly and smiled.

Colonel Donivan said straight to the point: "We need two thousand revolvers."

The horse whistle asked: "You have some new troops?"

Donivan only said: "I am about to leave Santa Fe. These Browning pistols were brought by us for other troops. They also need this weapon."

The horse whistle nodded, knowing that Donivan's troops were going to the south to join the battle.

"Good luck to you."

Two thousand Brownings are equivalent to one hundred thousand U.S. dollars. Counting Chavez's one thousand, Sleeping Bear City earned $150,000 in one day.

They obviously didn't know that as enemies, they almost passed by each other when buying weapons.