1840Indian rebirth

Browning was startled, and then became angry again: "You said you wouldn't-"

He couldn't continue in the middle of what he said, because Ma Shao said he would not separate him and his family, and he did what he said.

Taking the whole family away certainly doesn't count as breaking up.

The horse whistle patted his shoulder: "Believe me, the most outstanding gunsmith in the five hundred miles radius, it won't take long for you to adapt to and even like life in the Sleeping Bear Clan."

"Impossible! Even if I die and am shot through the heart by a self-made gun, I will not turn into a dirty and shameless barbarian like you!" Browning obviously has a bad temper. The more he curses, the more energetic he becomes, and finally he hurls curse words.

, "Fake travels to the beach, son of the beach!"

Ma Shao said: "I don't like killing people, but my people don't necessarily. Do you want me to translate your words to them?"

Browning finally shut up, but still stared and his beard trembled.

The time had already reached three o'clock in the morning, and then the horse post arranged for the people on duty at night, and then rested in the town, preparing to carry out further treatment of the town the next day.

While resting, some tribesmen expressed doubts to him.

"Chief, why do we take in so many white children?" The tribesmen basically understood the significance of occupying this town, but they were confused about taking in white children.

"First of all, they are hostages." Ma Shao explained, "I will send some soldiers to station in Clark Town for a long time. There will not be too many soldiers stationed in the short term, maybe twenty...and there are more than 400 white people in the town.

If they unite and resist desperately, the twenty-man garrison will probably be defeated even with the help of black people."

"Now their children are in our hands. Although they are only the children of a small group of people, it is enough to ensure that they cannot unite effectively."

The tribesmen suddenly realized it, and then they said with admiration: "I understand! Chief, you are indeed the wisest person in Apache!"

Ma Shao smiled.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, after Ma Shao woke up, he first called Thomas at the town hall.

Thomas had obviously not slept all night, and may have spent the night in sorrow or even crying, and looked very haggard.

And when he saw Ma Shao, who went to bed late and got up early but was still full of energy, his face became even more tired and haggard.

"I'm going to write a law for Clark Town, and I need to ask for your opinion." Ma Shao said.

"Okay...can you wash your face first?" Thomas said.

"Go ahead."

After a while, Thomas came back after washing his face. He looked much better, and a stiff smile appeared on his face.

"What's your full name?" Ma Shao asked.

"Henry Thomas."

Ma Shao nodded, and then asked Thomas many questions, including some English expressions that he was not sure about, while writing simple laws.

The content of the law mainly includes seven items, namely: town ownership and establishment, land system, taxation system, police and security, abolition of slavery, garrison, and gun control.

Clark Town belongs to the Sleeping Bear Clan, and the supreme leader is the clan chief. The town mayor is appointed by the chief and must obey the chief's will. The current mayor is Henry Thomas, and the Sheriff is the position second only to the town mayor.

The land in the town is owned by the clan, and the residents have a fifty-year tenure.

The permanent abolition of slavery.

Establish a formal tax system for the town. Of course, most of the money collected must be handed over.

The Apaches garrisoned here and had higher security authority. Even if the mayor broke the law, the garrison could arrest him.

Strict gun control, except the police and garrison, no one is allowed to purchase and use guns...

"Let's see if there's anything missing, Mr. Thomas." The whistle handed Thomas the law.

Thomas took a few pages of law, but did not read them carefully. He knew what was written in them, after all, it was written before his eyes.

"I don't think so." He stared at the not-so-pretty handwriting and had to admit, "You are much better than those in Congress."

This law is a bit crude, and it is obviously aimed at him everywhere, and even against all white townspeople.

But objectively speaking, this law can be said to be well-organized, clear and easy to understand, and covers all important matters with no more or no less.

Although he was squeezing white people, it didn't seem to be particularly excessive. There were also some innovations that he had never heard of. It's hard to imagine that this was written in a whole morning.

For Mashao, this is just part of common sense. Any modern person who has received systematic education will think of these as the most basic operations.

But in Henry Thomas' view, it was really incredible that an Indian would write such a law casually.

His mental world was shaken again.

As a believer, Thomas couldn't help but express his inner doubts: "Are you sent by God to punish me?"

"I don't believe in God." Ma Shao smiled, "But frankly speaking, sometimes I also doubt that I might really be sent to this world by a god."

"I don't want to live such a life. I neither like fighting nor am I a noble person, but I have to do something for my nation. This is determined by my blood... Human's constant affection, isn't it?"

Thomas was silent for a while, then nodded: "That's right."

The horse whistle then patted him on the shoulder and said: "You have your own interests and human kindness. I can understand your hostility and confrontation."

"...But at least one thing I hope you understand is that as a chief, I am a reasonable person who pursues long-term interests. I reject fierce revenge and oppression. Even if you are willing to cooperate with me and provide me with what I want,

, I don’t mind sharing part of the benefits with you, after all, this way I can make better use of you.”

"You can choose fierce conflict and confrontation, which will indeed hurt me, and may even be the only way to hurt me. But I can guarantee that you will almost certainly fail, and your failure in this scenario will result in

It’s losing everything.”

Thomas lowered his head and remained silent.

"Of course, nothing is absolute. If I lose in that situation, please give me a good time, at least don't scalp me while I'm alive." Ma Shao finally said with another smile.

The above are all his true thoughts, and he feels it is necessary to make these clear to white people in order to reduce the possibility of them engaging in irrational confrontation.

Faced with a ruler who has no natural evil tendencies, pursues long-term interests, is rational, honest, and powerful, only a fool would choose a confrontation that harms others but does not benefit oneself.

Why did the United States become the main victim of terrorist attacks in later generations? Because as the ruler of the world, it does not have these qualities at the same time.

The horse whistle achieved its intended purpose.

Although Thomas didn't respond, his expression became much more relaxed when he returned home.

"How's it going?" His wife's eyes were swollen from crying and she stepped forward and asked.

Thomas hugged his wife: "I believe our child will be fine, and -"

"And what?"

"And, that Indian was indeed sent by God to punish me." Thomas sighed, and stood up to find a Bible.

Then came some weird family religious activities.

If Ma Shao saw this, he might suspect that his plan had failed, because it didn't seem rational at all.

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