1840Indian rebirth

Thomas tried to take his gun back, but the opponent immediately kicked him in the stomach, causing him to kneel on the ground in pain.

"Daddy, daddy!" the little boy cried.

The horse whistle looked at the father and son and said in Comanche: "Is he that Thomas?"

"Yes, that's him!" A Comanche behind him stepped forward to identify him.

"Tie up everyone in this house and take them outside." The horse whistle ordered, and several Apache soldiers tied up all three members of Thomas' family and dragged them outside.

The battle is basically over.

The Apaches had ferocious firepower, and the white people in the town were no match. Plus, they were unprepared, so the battle was one-sided at the beginning.

The few words of English taught to the soldiers by the horse whistle also played a big role. After hearing the slogan "surrender without killing", many panicked white people directly chose to surrender, put down their weapons, and were driven to an open space in the center of the town.

Not long after, all the white people in the town, including the mayor and his family, regardless of age or sex, were gathered here.

Of course there are some bodies.

There were always some who resisted to the end, but in the face of the hail of bullets from the Apache revolvers, their resistance was doomed to fail.

The corpses of more than a dozen white people were dragged over one after another and piled in front of the townspeople. The bloody scene made children and some women cry.

The captured Chief Shuanglang and others were naturally rescued. When they came to the horse whistle, they were so excited that they thanked them repeatedly: "I simply don't know how to express my gratitude! Without your help, the entire Shuanglang clan would be in ruins."

We may be facing a desperate situation!”

Ma Shao smiled and said: "It is our duty to do so. White people are the common enemy of all aborigines."

Chief Two Wolf nodded: "That's right, these dirty and shameless guys must be punished!"

After a while, the horse whistle estimated that all the white townspeople had been gathered together. There were about four to five hundred of them. They were all disheveled and shivering in the cold wind.

They cried, talked, and looked at the Apaches with guns around them in fear and helplessness.

In addition to white people, there were dozens of black slaves in the town. They were also driven to a place by the Apaches, slightly separated from the white townspeople.

Although these black slaves were also shivering in the cold wind, they were less frightened, and they were all adults, and they did not cry much. Their faces were more confused, looking at each other at a loss.

"Beep——"

The horse whistle put his fingers to his lips and blew a loud and rapid whistle, which was extremely penetrating in the dark night and soared into the sky.

Hearing this sharp whistle, the white people couldn't help but become much quieter.

"You understand the reason for this attack - revenge!" Ma Shao said to them in English, "You betrayed your trust, killed and captured my fellow Aboriginal people. But you don't know that times have changed."

He couldn't help but recall the corpses of his relatives who had lost their scalps one day in 1840.

This made his emotions rise and fall, and he suddenly clenched his fists and said: "The master of this continent will no longer allow you to bully me. Every killing and offense you commit will receive a blood-stained revenge!"

Ma Shao quickly regained his composure.

Because he felt that the tone and actions he had just shouted for revenge were too similar to a certain Adolf, and strictly speaking, this was not an unintentional result.

When he talked about the words killing and revenge, and when he looked at the trembling white people in front of him, his mind did recall the passionate and almost crazy state of Adolf's speech.

This gave him a subconscious impulse to imitate, making him seem to see the mountains of corpses and seas of blood dormant in front of history.

His thin Indian personality seems to be longing for such violent revenge and killing...

Ma Shao would not let desire go to his head, so he immediately extinguished these thoughts, allowed himself to regain his composure, and his expression became calm and calm again.

Then he moved his brows slightly, as if he noticed something. He turned around and found that Mayor Thomas seemed to be looking at him just now.

Mayor Thomas hurriedly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head, but his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Fear surged into his heart.

For the first time in his life, he felt such intense fear because of an Indian.

In the brief encounter, the young Indian leader in front of him showed a series of qualities beyond his imagination.

With amazing physique and strength, he can speak at least three languages ​​- Thomas can distinguish between Comanche and Apache. He controls a group of well-trained and extremely powerful warriors, and under the banner of all indigenous people,

The bloodthirsty desire for revenge, and the ability to quickly escape from this desire...

An Indian possessing any of these qualities will be a difficult person to deal with.

And the Indians who had all these qualities... Thomas didn't know how to describe it.

When did the Indians have such a leader?

Not only Thomas, but when the horse whistle clenched his fists and shouted bloody revenge, all the white townspeople felt deep fear, and their death seemed close at hand.

"Chief, what should we do with them?" Thick Shoulder asked.

Ma Shao said: "We said we would surrender and not kill, so of course we must keep our promise."

Hou Jiao was startled: "Are we going to let them go like this?"

"No." Ma Shao said slowly, "Massacre is an inefficient form of revenge. We have a better way."

He then said to the white people in English: "Frankly speaking, I really want to kill you. I will tear off your scalps with my own hands and sew them together to make inferior leather boots."

The white townspeople were even more frightened, and the children and women cried and screamed loudly again.

Ma Shao changed the topic: "But I will keep my promise. My soldiers said they would not kill you if they surrendered. You laid down your weapons, so I will not kill you."

Upon hearing the news, most of the white townspeople were stunned for a moment, and then expressed surprise.

"He said he wouldn't kill us!"

"We don't have to die!"

The corner of Ma Shao's mouth curled up: "Don't be too happy too early. You don't have to die, but you have to pay for other things."

The white townspeople were not surprised by this. In their view, the Indians would not kill them, but it would be inevitable to lose money and eliminate disasters.

But what Ma Shao said next was completely beyond their expectations.

"I announce that from now on, this town will be renamed 'Clark Town' and will be the territory of the Mian Xiong Clan." Ma Shao said, "The Mian Xiong Clan will station troops here for a long time to manage the order in the town."

This was his plan after careful consideration. In his opinion, the utilization efficiency of killing or grabbing these white people is too low. It is better to treat them as a leek garden, use them for a long time, and absorb the foundation of their civilization.

Of course, there are some difficulties in implementing this plan.

The U.S. government doesn’t need to worry yet. The sky is high and the emperor is far away here, and there isn’t even a state government.

The Federation is again toying with the matter of annexing the Lone Star Republic. President John Tyler, as the only American president in history who has been expelled from the party, is pushing the annexation bill at all costs and striving to achieve the annexation before leaving the White House. How can he care about it?

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The real difficulty lies in how to manage the white citizens in the town and how to prevent them from resisting or escaping at a low cost, so that they can become a group of qualified leeks.

In this regard, Ma Shao also thought of some solutions.

First, he set his sights on the black slaves next to the white townspeople...