1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 104 [Santa Fe]

Lu Shou looked around, he was sure that his ideas would hardly get anyone's support, and finally bowed his head and said: "Not anymore."

Horse Whistle nodded: "In a few days, we will take a batch of new pistols to Santa Fe and sell these high-performance killing machines to the Mexicans."

"I hope the Mexicans can also live up to their expectations and not lose too badly."

After talking about some more things, the horse sentry announced the end of the meeting, and everyone dispersed one after another.

"I'm going to add these paragraphs to the "Lingyu", what do you think?" Rainy Tian showed the notes to the horse whistle.

"Yes." The horse whistle still needs to be checked, after all, sometimes, if you think about what you said before, you may not agree with it.

The two were talking.

"Actually, I feel that there are quite a few people in the tribe who have similar ideas to Lushou, especially the old shamans who have been arranged to retire." Yutian said, "They are obsessed with tradition, and even everything traditional; they cannot understand change. In particular, they don’t understand learning from white people. In their view, learning from white people is brainwashing by white people.”

Ma Shao: "Brainwashing also exists objectively. The problem with these people is that they cannot distinguish between being brainwashed and learning."

After a pause, he continued: "Actually, it's not entirely their fault... learning and being brainwashed are conjoined twins, and only the most skilled swordsman can separate the two."

In ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, backward civilizations have always learned from advanced civilizations by learning both the essence and the dross, and there is no "only the essence" learning.

People at the critical juncture of history, even many who are recognized as heroes, have inherent limitations. They often introduce civilization and barbarism at the same time. Got a new braid.

For example, in China at the end of the Qing Dynasty, among the many innovators, which one did not speak of violence?The extreme ones can even propose proposals such as the abolition of the Chinese language and racial improvement.

Even the horse sentry who is a traverser dare not say that he can completely get rid of such historical limitations.

The so-called spiral of history is probably like this.

The two continued talking.

Rainy day: "...if there is no special subsidy, those old shamans may not be so honest."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help sighing: "It's really depressing to have to pay such a bribe every month."

Ma Shao said: "To a certain extent, this can be regarded as the obligation of the reformer. Maintaining stability is one of the costs of reform. If the income brought by the reform cannot even cover the cost of maintaining stability, this reform may not be called How advanced."

"You're right." The rainy day thought for a while, "But it makes people feel reconciled. These old shamans are useless. They don't study, don't work, and they still get a lot of subsidies every month. You say it's a 'vegetarian meal for corpses'."

"I'm not reconciled either." Ma Whistle said, "So we opened a drinking house, not only spirits, but also tobacco, and used tobacco and alcohol to get back all the subsidies they got. These old guys are very repulsive to the white calendar. , I really like white people's tobacco and alcohol."

……

A few days later.

The horse sentry took more than 100 soldiers from the tribe and rode to Santa Fe in the southwest, which is the capital of New Mexico.

The journey was not very far. About ten days later, they arrived at their destination. Standing in the snow, they saw the city of Santa Fe from a distance.

"City..." The horse whistle exhaled, looking at the scene in the distance.

In the past few years since his rebirth, this was the first time he had seen a place that could barely be called a city—only barely.

Santa Fe, the largest city in the southwest, is actually far inferior to the county seat if compared with the memories of his previous life.

Not to mention that there are no high-rise buildings, the scale is also ordinary. An earthen city with 8000 people, surrounded by low walls, looks even more deserted under the winter snow, which reminded him of the scene near the police station in his hometown in his previous life.

"It really is a big city!" Some soldiers exclaimed.

"It's my first time in Santa Fe, and I've learned a lot this time."

"I believe Sleeping Bear City will become such a big city in the future!"

Horse whistle pouted: "That's it? Sleeping Bear City in the future will definitely be much bigger than Santa Fe. It's just a small place, don't worry about it, we'll go there."

The crowd immediately approached Santa Fe on horseback.

Soon they saw Santa Fe's cavalry, and the two sides watched each other warily.

"We have no malicious intentions! We are here to discuss business!" The translator next to the horse whistle shouted in Spanish.

The Apaches have been dealing with Mexicans for a long time, and there are slightly more Spanish speakers than English speakers.Horse Whistle has also learned a little Spanish, but the level is still very low, so he must bring a translator.

The dozen or so Mexican cavalry on the opposite side seemed to discuss for a while, and then approached.

The leader was a man with a short beard. He was wearing a military cap and looked about 30 years old. After approaching, he looked up and down the horse whistle and others.

There is no doubt that these yellow-skinned guys with eagle feathers on their heads are Indians.

But the Mexican officer watched for a long time, but he didn't recognize which tribe they were Indians from.

After all, apart from eagle feathers and yellow skin, these people have almost no Indian characteristics.

All kinds of colorful patterns painted on the face, or decorations such as shells, tassels, bone ornaments, or the dried scalps of the enemies hanging around the waist, all disappeared from the group of Indians in front of them, only the almost uniform style cowhide coat.

"Which tribe do you belong to?" the Mexican officer had to ask, he really couldn't tell.

"We are from Apache," said the horse whistle, and the translator conveyed the meaning to him.

"Apache..." the Mexican officer frowned, "what are you doing here?"

The horse whistle said slowly: "For business, we have brought something that Colonel Archuleta will definitely be interested in."

"What?" asked the officer again.

The horse sentry did not answer, but said: "Call your colonel over here. Anyway, there are 150 of us here."

The officer was silent for a while, and finally nodded: "You wait here, I will inform the colonel."

He shook the rein and rode back to the city of Santa Fe.

Not long after, the military chief here, Colonel Diego Archuleta, came out with a group of soldiers, and beside him was a young man with curly hair.

"Apache people, I heard that you are here for business." Colonel Archuleta was in his 30s with small eyes.He was riding a tall horse, but he still had to look up at the post.

"That's right." Horse Whistle nodded.

Archuleta said: "That's really strange. The last time I saw you coming here to do business, you were still trying to sell us a group of captives as slaves. Unfortunately, no one is willing to buy them."

(End of this chapter)