1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 138 [Samuel Colt]

Chief Maidu was surprised by his horse whistle: "Yeah, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." The horse sentry said, "Why did you come here from California? I'm afraid this journey is not easy."

"Oh, it's not because of the war." Chief Maidu sighed, "Now the whole west is in chaos, Americans, Mexicans, robbers... Our clan only has 53 people, I'm really worried that it will be wiped out in the attack anytime gone."

"We heard that Sleeping Bear City is willing to accept all the aborigines, has thousands of invincible warriors, and it can also resist the plague, so we came here."

Then he bowed to the horse post and saluted: "Thank you for taking us in, Apache son of the sky, you are indeed as benevolent and majestic as the legends say."

Horse Whistle pondered: "Actually, I'm thinking about going to California recently."

"Ah?" Chief Maidu was taken aback, and said in a panic, "Could it be that Sleeping Bear City is moving to California?"

They have worked so hard to come here from California, and if they have to move back now, wouldn't it be a waste of effort.

Ma Shuo smiled: "No, I just want to build another city in California."

Chief Maidu breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's the case, but to be honest, I don't think California is any good."

Horse Whistle: "It's true that it's still desolate there, but that doesn't mean it's always been that way. At least California is next to the ocean, which is the most fertile place in the world, and almost all big cities are not far from the ocean."

Chief Maidu half-understood.

The horse whistle said again: "I have never been to California, and I need some guides and assistants. Are there any suitable candidates among you? It is best to understand a little Apache."

Chief Maidu blurted out: "Nonsense, my nephew is, he knows California very well, and he is also the person in the whole family who misses it the most. He can't wait to go back!"

"What's his name?" Horse Whistle asked.

"Bullshit." The translator repeated Chief Maidu's answer, "his name is 'bullshit'."

The horse sentry nodded clearly.

It was another strange name, but he was no stranger to it.

……

US East.

Whitneyville, Connecticut.

The Whitney family is undoubtedly the biggest powerhouse in Whitneyville, in fact, it was Eli Whitney who founded the town and the famous engineer and entrepreneur who rightly named it after himself .

It is now an important arms production site, mainly producing firearms, including the revolver invented by Samuel Colt.

——Colt's original company went bankrupt and closed down. He is now cooperating with the Whitney family to use the factory here to produce a new type of revolver.

Not long ago, their cooperation ushered in a good start. The new Walker-type revolver was ordered by the US military for a thousand, and more and more people began to pay attention to this weapon.

Mr. Samuel Colter, in the prime of his life, had reason to believe that he was coming to the end of his troubles.

His partner, Mr. Eli Whitney Blake, nephew of the great inventor Eli Whitney, also has reason to believe that the cooperation between the two parties will be very profitable.

However, the good days of Colt and Black did not last long, nor did they usher in the expected bright future.

"Colt, we're in trouble!" Blake hurried to Colt with a gun, looking like he was looking for trouble.

"What's the matter?" Samuel Colt was busy tinkering with a bunch of gun parts, with a rifle in his hand.

The shape of this rifle is a bit weird, and the biggest feature is that it has a revolver structure like a Colt pistol.

It is the revolver rifle.

The revolver is Colt's dream. He has always wanted to make a popular revolver, but unfortunately he has not succeeded so far.

It can even be said that his obsession with the revolver is one of the reasons for his bankruptcy.

"Crack!" Blake slapped the revolver in his hand on the table, "Stop messing with your rifle, take a look at this, our order is going to be finished!"

The bankrupt Colt, who had never seen any scenes, slowly looked away from the revolver and looked at the pistol that Black put down.

But when he saw it, he realized that he had never seen this scene before.

"This—" Colt looked at the revolver on the table in disbelief, almost overwhelmed by its exquisite shape.

It was a revolver, but not by him, nor by those parodies.

But a brand new design.

He stood up abruptly, looked at the revolver repeatedly in his hand, and asked quickly, "Where did you get this gun?"

"It's a Browning, 'Browning 1845 revolver,' to be precise. I borrowed it from a friend who was an officer, and he just came back from the Southwest," Blake said.

Colt turned the cylinder. "I mean... who made it?"

"I don't know." Black shook his head, "Maybe British."

"British?"

Black said slowly: "Strictly speaking, my friend bought this pistol from a group of Indians, but there is no doubt that the Indians could not have invented this kind of thing. They are just used by a certain company. to circumvent your patented puppet."

"And there are indications that the Brits produced it, probably in Oregon or Canada."

Hearing that they were British, Colt immediately became emotional: "Damn British!"

"When I went to the UK to apply for a patent, those British guys kept making things difficult for me...I still clearly remember the expression on the face of the patent office officer, it was really disgusting!" This experience obviously made Colt feel Very annoyed.

Black also said: "Yes, although there is no tangible evidence. But obviously the British, they have the ability, motivation and conditions to do so."

"In the South West they sold a lot of these pistols, a lot of them to the Mexicans. It took a toll on our troops and the British must be very happy now."

Colt was silent for half a second: "About how many pistols of this type are in use?"

"Probably a few thousand," said Blake, and then sighed. "The Indians set the price at fifty dollars. Think how much the Englishman behind them made!"

Colt then asked: "Why didn't the army arrest those Indians and let them tell the British behind them?"

Black shook his head: "Because the army can't do it."

Colt: "Why? It's just a group of Indians. As far as I know, we already have tens of thousands of troops on the Mexican battlefield."

Blake: "There are indeed tens of thousands of people, but there are no redundant troops. Needless to say, in the south of Mexico, although there are no major battles in the north, sporadic rebellions are very serious. The army cannot spare a team of 1000 people to attack those Indians."

"1000 people?" Colt frowned.

(End of this chapter)