1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 107【President James Polk】Please subscribe
Chavez continued: "He would definitely agree."

"But—" Archuleta hesitated.

"Amijo is my uncle, of course I know him." Chavez interrupted him, "Even if he doesn't agree, I will definitely convince him, trust me, Archuleta."

"Okay." Archuleta finally nodded.He wasn't sure if Governor Amijo would agree, but he was sure that Chavez would be able to convince the governor.

Chavez immediately asked, "How much do you plan to sell this pistol for?"

Horse whistle: "If you purchase more than 25 pieces at a time, the unit price is [-] silver dollars."

Archuleta frowned: "25 silver dollars? That's too expensive, almost equivalent to three handfuls of brown bess."

The horse whistle smiled: "Colonel Archuleta, which one do you think is more practical, three brown bess or one Browning 1845?"

Archuleta said nothing.

Of course he knew the answer, no one would go to battle with three brown Besses on their backs, but everyone would wear a Browning revolver to their belt.

"Even this kind of immature Colt pistol was sold for fifty dollars when it was first launched." Horse Whistle shook the Colt pistol in his hand, "It's true that this thing sells for fifty dollars. It's expensive, but Browning sells it for 25 silver dollars, which is not expensive at all."

"On the battlefield, Browning can sometimes let you save your own life, or at least kill more enemies. Isn't it worth 25 silver dollars for an extra enemy's head or your own head?"

"25 silver dollars, that's the lowest price," he added.

Chavez thought for a moment and asked directly, "How many Browning revolvers do you have?"

Horse whistle: "We only brought five hundred this time. If you need more, I will bring them next time."

Chavez: "I need two thousand, within two months, can you send them to me?"

"No problem!" Horse Whistle agreed decisively.Two thousand Browning pistols are enough to bring him a profit of more than 3 U.S. dollars, which can definitely be called a good start for Apache's arms business.

Then the two sides delivered money and goods, and exchanged some questions about the use of pistols.

"Bang bang bang—" the horse whistle demonstrated again, this time he fired six bullets in almost a second, which made Archuleta and Chavez's eyes widen.

"How did you do it?" Chavez asked hastily.

Horse Whistle demonstrated the action with a smile. He pulled the trigger with one hand, and continued to toggle the hammer with the other hand: "Just by doing this, you can make the pistol fire faster, but you can hardly aim. If you are a master , or try this method when you have a bunch of enemies in front of you."

I have never personally seen a revolver master who can still aim in this way.

However, he had seen it on the Internet in his previous life. An old man fired five shots in a row within 0.88 seconds, and all of them hit the target, setting a world record.

"Mr. Chavez, are you Governor Amijo's nephew?" Ma Whistle asked.

"Yes." Chavez said.

The horse whistle brought another wooden box: "There is also a limited edition Browning 1845, which is specially prepared for Governor Amijo. Mr. Chavez, please pass it to the governor."

"No problem." Chavez nodded.

After taking the wooden box, he said: "Frankly speaking, this is the first time I have seen Indians like you. You seem to have nothing to do with those savages."

The horse whistle smiled, but did not speak.

"If all the Indians were like you, there shouldn't be so many conflicts between us." Chavez continued, "...After Mexico and the United States went to war, I don't think you would fall to the United States, would you? "

"Of course not." Horse Whistle said with certainty.

Archuleta asked, "So you are more willing to help us?"

Horse Whistle shook his head: "No, we will remain neutral—we don't want to pay casualties in someone else's war."

Archuleta was silent for a second: "Smart choice."

He turned to look at Chavez: "We should go back and let the soldiers try new weapons."

"Goodbye, Apaches."

"Goodbye, Colonel Archuleta, Mr. Chavez." The horse whistle said, watching the Mexicans return to Santa Fe.

After the Mexicans left, Du Tiao said, "It's $1, selling arms is really profitable."

Horse Whistle: "This is only [-] pieces, and we will produce [-] pieces to sell to the Mexicans in Santa Fe City."

Du Wang looked at the translator: "Old Lu, did Chavez just say that if all the Indians were like the chief, there wouldn't be so many conflicts between the Mexicans and the Indians?"

"That's right." The translator Lao Lu is a Navajo, and his accent sounds a little special.

Du Wang smiled disdainfully: "Arrogant Mexicans, if all Indians are like great chiefs, there will be no place for them in America!"

Ma Whistle: "Let's go back too."

But the old Lu hurriedly said, "Wait, Chief."

"how?"

The old Lu went on to say: "We have already arrived in Santa Fe City, why don't we go to the 'Blue Pearl Mountain' to have a look?"

"That's right, Great Chief, Lanzhu Mountain is not far from here." Several people echoed.

For many Indians, especially the Navajo, Blue Pearl Mountain is a sacred mountain.

Ma Shao also felt that it didn't matter, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay, let's go to Lanzhu Mountain to have a look."

……

Washington, the White House.

Strictly speaking, there is no White House in this era. The name of the White House was given by President Roosevelt in 1902.

Now its name is simply "Presidential Palace".

Inside the presidential palace, under the Stars and Stripes.

"I've had enough of these abolitionists. To improve their political status and satisfy their sense of superiority, these guys talk all day long and talk about benevolence and morality! They just want to bring down the Union!" James Polk The president looked at another document on the issue of abolition of slavery in front of him, and said with some annoyance.

For a president who was a staunch supporter of slavery, the abolitionists were the root of all evil and a waste of much of his energy.

Moreover, there are more and more matters related to the abolition of slavery, and people mention this every day.

He stroked his hairline and sighed.

As the hardest working president of the United States, although Polk has only been working for ten months, his hair has fallen out a lot, and his wrinkles and dark circles are getting worse day by day.

He just celebrated his 50th birthday about two months ago, but he now feels like he is approaching 60.

"Mr. President." At this time, a fat old man in a suit and leather shoes came directly outside the office door. The old man's eyes seemed to be a bit squinted.

"What's the matter, Buchanan?" Polk asked.

"Mexico has refused access to our emissary," Secretary of State James Buchanan said.

Hearing the news, President Polk didn't look surprised at all.

He was silent for a while and said: "Tell General Zachary Taylor to lead his soldiers to the Rio Grande...and wait for the Mexicans to fire the first shot."

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