1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 135 [The Essence of Guerrilla]

"Guerrilla warfare?" Chavez didn't quite understand.

English or Spanish has the word guerrilla warfare. In fact, the word guerrilla warfare in English is the Spanish word for "small war".

But what Ma Shao was talking about was not Xiao Zhan, but "swimming attack tactics", and the translator also translated this complicated word into Spanish verbatim.

Fortunately, Ma Shuo also understands some Spanish now. He understood Chavez's doubts, so he slowly explained: "It is a tactic that takes into account both wandering and attacking. Since you want to lead residents from all over the country to fight sporadic and continuous battles with the Americans , it is natural to adopt this method.”

Chavez probably understood: "You are right."

He thought about it again, and couldn't help nodding: "Swimming attack tactics, well, this is really a clever way of saying it."

Ma Shao smiled: "How many do you plan to buy this time?"

"Two thousand more," said Chavez. "I brought fifty thousand dollars."

"I'm sorry, Chavez, it's a time of war, so the price of Browning pistols has gone up." Horse Whistle said flatly.

Chavez frowned: "What's the current price?"

Horse whistle: "Fifty dollars, or silver dollars."

"Fifty dollars!" Chavez exclaimed, "That's double the price!"

"Yes." Horse Whistle nodded, "The last time I sold it to you, the war hadn't broken out yet. Now it's different, many people are rushing to buy Browning pistols, so we have to increase the price - market economy."

Chavez hesitated: "But...but you have raised too much."

"I know the price is expensive, but it's not something I can decide." Ma Shao said in a complaining tone, "In fact, I also want to sell it cheaper, but as long as it is reduced to 48 dollars, I will pay for it myself Yes. Those stingy British and Europeans, they won't give up a penny!"

"Can't it be cheaper? Forty dollars?" Chavez still wanted to go for it.

"Sorry, for us, fifty dollars is already very low." Horse Whistle was unmoved, "This is not some bargaining cliché, but we really can't go any lower. If you don't want to buy at this price , you can turn around and leave now."

"Okay." The young Chavez sighed, feeling the embarrassment of money for the first time, "Then I'll just buy a thousand."

Then he handed over [-] U.S. dollars in gold and silver coins to the horse post, and the horse post sent people to deliver a thousand Browning revolvers to the Mexicans.

Now the value of one dollar is roughly equivalent to 24 grams of silver, or 1.6 grams of gold, and a gold and silver coin of [-] dollars weighs dozens of kilograms.

Tens of kilograms are naturally heavy, but if it is gold, it will not make people feel that heavy.

"Mr. Chavez, although we can't lower the price for you. But as a gift, I can give you some suggestions." Horse Whistle smiled, and the shiny fifty thousand dollars made people feel happy.

"What suggestion?" Chavez's mood was just the opposite of that of the horse whistle. Two thousand pistols became one thousand, which made him feel depressed.

The horse whistle said: "The closer the war is, the more expensive the weapon is. For you and me, fifty dollars is a lot of money, but if it is on the battlefield, for such a good weapon, people are absolutely willing to give up their underwear. All the gold coins hidden in it will be given to you."

"You mean I can raise the price a bit more and sell these weapons to soldiers?" Chavez asked.

"It doesn't have to be soldiers, it can also be civilians." Ma Whistle said, "Don't you want to mobilize the masses? In this case, the Mexican residents in New Mexico and even the entire southwest mountainous area are your targets."

Chavez said nothing.

The horse sentry said again: "There is a second suggestion, about guerrilla warfare. I think you may not have much experience in guerrilla warfare."

"That's right." Chavez didn't even have much experience in war.

"However, for this tactic, I have summed up some key points. You may wish to refer to it." Ma Whistle said.

He paused, and then slowly said: "Swimming attack tactics require both swimming and attacking. Always swimming without attacking is tantamount to running away. Always attacking but not flexible swimming is useless." Different from desperate."

"To be more specific, there are four sentences - the enemy advances and retreats, the enemy camps and harasses, the enemy is exhausted and attacks, and the enemy retreats and pursues."

In just four sentences, the essence of guerrilla warfare was captured. Chavez couldn't help thinking after hearing this, and subconsciously repeated: "If the enemy advances, I will retreat; if the enemy is stationed, I will harass."

The horse whistle patted him on the shoulder: "Tactical is also a weapon, even more lethal than the weapon in your hand. This weapon is a gift of a thousand pistols. I hope you can master it proficiently."

The few words he told Chavez were naturally derived from the formulas of guerrilla warfare summed up by the People's Liberation Army of later generations.

But there is always a gap between theory and practice. The four sentences are both deep and shallow. Some people can become guerrilla masters after reading it.

Horse Post believed that if the Mexican guerrillas could use guerrilla tactics proficiently, the Americans would definitely suffer a lot.

Chavez seemed to be able to feel the subtlety of these few words. He repeated it over and over again, and then asked, "Who summed it up? It sounds like the experience of an outstanding military strategist."

"It's just my perception." Ma Shao said brazenly.

Chavez was a little surprised, hesitated for a while and asked again: "Chief Horse Whistle, I'm a little curious, how old are you this year?"

Ma Shao smiled: "What do you think?"

Chavez looked at him carefully, but shook his head: "I'm not sure, you may be in your 20s, but you seem to be knowledgeable and experienced, even more like an elder than my uncle .”

Ma Shuo casually said, "Why can't it be 15 years old?"

"15 years old? That's impossible." Chavez obviously didn't believe it.

The horse whistle hesitated for half a second: "Well, I'm actually 25 years old this year."

Age is actually a question that bothers him a bit, so he finally decided to add ten years to the introduction of himself in the future, so as not to need to explain.

25 years old is basically in Chavez's expectation, he nodded: "You are younger than me."

The two chatted for a while, and suddenly the horse whistle remembered something: "By the way, Chavez, do you still have silver coins?"

"There are some."

"I want to exchange gold coins for some silver coins." Ma Whistle said, "I forgot to tell you just now, almost all you gave me were gold coins."

Chavez exchanged a small part of the [-] U.S. dollars into silver coins and handed them back to the horse post. At the same time, he couldn't help asking curiously, "Why do you want so many silver coins?"

"It's nothing, it's just that it's more convenient to circulate in the tribe." Horse Whistle didn't explain much, and just gave a reason casually.

(End of this chapter)