1840Indian rebirth

Sartre became frightened and said quickly: "I...you...you said you would not kill me if you surrendered!"

"Surrender can relieve hostility, but it cannot relieve sin." Ma Shao said lightly, "You believe in God, right?"

"Yes..." Sartre responded tremblingly.

Ma Shao smiled: "Then let God forgive you. My mission is to send you to God."

"No, no -" Sutter howled desperately, but was held down by two strong Apache soldiers.

The horse whistle then officially announced his death sentence: "John Sutter has committed numerous crimes, including intentional injury, slavery, and intentional homicide... He was severely punished for several crimes and was sentenced to death by firing squad in accordance with the law. He will be executed immediately."

After the verdict was pronounced, he did not order the soldiers to execute Sartre, but looked at the white people: "My soldiers and I are a little tired. Is any of you willing to execute Sartre for me?"

The white people looked at each other in confusion.

The horse whistle added: "This is a rare opportunity. Whoever is willing to work for me, I will give him some good rewards, such as appointing him as the civil governor of the white people."

There was some commotion in the crowd, but still no one stood up.

"To be honest, I'm a little tempted, but Mr. Sartre helped me..."

"Forget it, it's too shameful to do this."

To the Indians, John Sutter was the most evil man in California, but to the white people, Sutter was a good man, charitable and very popular.

It wasn't until two minutes later that someone finally decided to take the benefit.

"Dear chief, I am willing to serve you and execute this heinous guy." A voice came from the crowd.

The horse whistle turned around and saw a man in his late twenties or early thirties walking out of the crowd. He had some beard and was fairly neatly groomed.

"Oh my God, Brannan, you can't do this!" the white people said one after another.

"You shameless bastard!" Sartre glared at this man angrily, "I helped you, but you betrayed me!"

Ma Shao looked at him: "What's your name?"

"Samuel Brannan," Brannan said.

"Brannan..." Ma Shao frowned slightly. He had some impression of this name. It seemed to be an extremely important figure in the California Gold Rush.

But he had long forgotten the specific details.

After thinking for a few seconds without any clue, he stopped thinking: "Very good, Brannan."

His eyes signaled Lone View, and Lone View immediately made Sartre face the crowd, kneel on the ground, and at the same time handed Brannan a pistol.

"Brannan, let me tell you some common sense about biology." Du Tiao said, "A person who is shot in the head will not necessarily die, but a person who is shot in the back of the head will definitely die."

"Really?" Brannan heard this for the first time. If a white scientist had told him, he would have believed it. But when an Indian told him this, he couldn't help but feel doubtful.

"Now, shoot him in the back of the head, and you will find that he will stop breathing instantly." Du Guang pointed at the back of Sartre's head.

Brannan held the revolver and pointed it at the back of Sutter's head.

At the same time, Du Wang stood behind him, watching his movements.

Brannan looked a little nervous, and the sweat on his palms was visible to the naked eye, not just because he wanted to kill someone.

More importantly, while killing Sartre, he also had to face more than a hundred white people in front of him.

He could feel the gazes of the crowd, and these contemptuous and hateful gazes made him feel uncomfortable.

But Brannan has already thought about his choice. He knows that the future Sutter's Fort belongs to these Apaches, and no one can enter or leave here at will.

In fact, he decided that this place would become a de facto prison, and if he wanted to live a better life here, he had to do something.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sutter... I hope what he said is true. A bullet in the back of the head will kill you the most painfully." Brannan said, then gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot and splashes of blood and brains, Sartre's body fell to the ground.

Indeed, as Du Tiao said, a bullet shot into the back of the head will kill you instantly.

"Well done, Mr. Brannan, now you are the white civil governor here." The horse whistle smiled slightly.

Du Tiao took back the pistol, Brannan took a few breaths, turned around and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"For the time being, your job is to assist in the trial." Ma Shao said, "The white people in Sutter's Fort, especially those who have been slave owners, will be tried by the law. Of course, the result of the trial will generally not be the death penalty, because the culprit

Sartre is dead."

He then looked at the white people: "In addition, you can also choose to surrender and confess your crimes. Those who accuse others of their crimes will be given a lighter punishment."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white man said in horror: "I confess, I used to be a slave owner and I abused the Indians!"

Later, several white people chose to surrender, confess their crimes, and identify each other.

Not only were the crimes of slavery pointed out, but all kinds of thief and thief incidents also came out. In the end, after some infighting, all the white people were charged with a series of crimes.

Of course, in Ma Shao's plan, these white people will be charged with at least one crime, that is, being John Sutter's accomplice.

Then, in the name of justice, he will carry out labor reform on these white people, extract their labor force, and try to transform their minds, just like he did with the war criminals.

And if there is a white agent or "white traitor", things will undoubtedly be much easier to handle. Brannan is this "white traitor".

"From today on, this is the 'West Spring Fortress' - the Apache military base and reform-through-labor camp."

Then the horse whistle ordered the soldiers to clean the battlefield and collect all the corpses and supplies.

The most noteworthy among them are undoubtedly the two cannons.