1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 139 [Selling on Both Sides]

"Yes." Black nodded, "You heard me right, at least 1000 people are needed."

Colt found it difficult to understand: "How is this possible? Our war with the Seminoles was only 2000 people. Are there such strong Indians in the West?"

Blake: "I don't know very well either. My friends told me."

After a pause, he continued: "He said that the Indian tribe named 'Sleeping Bear' had a city of several thousand people, and the soldiers were all well-equipped and well-formed elites. It took at least 1000 people to defeat them." them."

"The army doesn't have the energy to deal with them now, and this tribe is still very disciplined. It neither loots nor massacres, nor participates in this war... It is not easy to find a reason to attack."

Colt took a deep breath: "Reason, what reason is needed to deal with these barbarians?"

"True," said Blake, "but no one wants to be yelled at by those hypocrites in Congress... Anyway, at least until the end of the Mexican war, we can't do anything about these Indians. The army can't do anything, and the patent law can't do anything." them."

"Can we just watch them take our orders?" Colt couldn't help but ask.

Blake: "Ultimately, the problem is the UK. Even if we get the Indians done, the Brits could just replace the middleman."

"As far as I know, this news has been conveyed to the president, and I have just sent some people to Washington. If there is no accident, we should negotiate with the British through diplomatic channels."

Colt sighed slightly and nodded: "Okay."

Black also said: "The negotiations with the British will not produce results for the time being. For us, the real remedy now is to improve the product as soon as possible."

"Colt, you are the most outstanding gunsmith. I believe you will be able to make a better revolver than Browning." He put his hand on Colt's shoulder.

Colt's eyes stayed on the revolver, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

He stroked the gun and said with emotion for a while, "You know what, Blake, when I saw this gun, it felt like I went back to certain scenes in my school days."

"What do you mean?" Blake asked.

Colt stared at the text on the gun, and said slowly: "I was faced with a problem, and I couldn't figure it out, and then the teacher told me the standard answer... This gun is like a standard answer, it can be used almost 'Perfect' to describe."

Blake: "You mean, you can't make a better revolver?"

Colt hesitated for a moment. "If there is a better steel, maybe it is possible. I mean, the kind that is better than all the existing steel."

Black was silent for a moment: "Or you can just make an identical one, anyway, the patent is in your hands."

"I know." Colt nodded, "I will give the drawings and production plan."

After Black left, Colt sat silently in the chair.

Looking at the near-perfect Browning pistol and his various defective designs piled up on the table, he felt more and more depressed.

He felt like he had done a lot of useless work.

To make matters worse, he is now plagiarizing.

Although legally, it was the Browning pistol that copied Colt, but when this proud gun genius had to abandon all his past attempts to copy someone else's work, he felt the shame of plagiarism.

"Fack!" he cursed secretly.

Immediately, he suppressed the designer's feelings and obsessions, and turned to devote himself to the commercial competition.

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On the other hand, the arms business in Sleeping Bear City is in full swing.

The reputation of the Browning pistol is getting bigger and bigger, and every once in a while, someone will come here to buy a Browning pistol.

Not only the army, but many private or caravans will also rush to buy Browning pistols.

With the chaotic situation in the Southwest, people made the same choice as the Americans of later generations-buying guns to protect themselves.

Outside Sleeping Bear City, there is a trading location in each of the four directions, southeast, northwest.

The east and west are mainly for civilians, while the south and north are for the military.

The army is undoubtedly a big client, and for such a big client, Ma Shao will always come forward in person.On the one hand, it is to express respect, and on the other hand, it is also to experience the pleasure of counting a large number of gold coins.

Not far to the north of Sleeping Bear City, Horse Whistle and Chavez were doing arms sales.

"Here are a thousand pistols." He ordered the soldiers to bring over several boxes of Browning pistols. "You guys take inventory."

"It's still fifty thousand dollars, isn't it?" Travez paid, many in gold dollars.

"That's right." Horse Whistle could imagine that most of these dollar gold coins came from wrong sources.

Mexican guerrillas raided U.S. troops as well as looted U.S. residents.

Even news came from Clark Town not long ago that they discovered a group of Mexican guerrillas who were suspected of attacking the town.

However, in the end these guerrillas did not dare to attack the town.

After all, the armed police and army in Clark Town also have 80 to [-] people, and there are people patrolling and standing guard every day. Obviously, it is not a weak place to be bullied.

"I heard that you guys made a big deal in Taos City?" Ma Whistle asked.

Chavez nodded and said with some pride: "That's right, we also blew the head of Charles Bent—this bastard convinced my uncle to surrender to the Americans."

The two chatted for a while, and Chavez left Sleeping Bear with a thousand revolvers.

And just a few hours later, Mashao welcomed another important client at the trading place south of Sleeping Bear City.

"Colonel Donivan, welcome." He shook hands with Donivan enthusiastically, smiling.

Colonel Donivan said straight to the point: "Albert, we need two thousand revolvers."

Ma Shao asked, "Are some troops coming from Santa Fe?"

Donivan only said: "No, in fact, I am about to leave Santa Fe, and I have completed my mission here."

"law?"

"Yes," Donivan said, "I made some laws for New Mexico...well, though the name of the code is the Carney Code."

"As for this batch of Browning pistols, they will be shipped to other troops. Everyone needs this weapon now."

Horse Whistle nodded. He knew that Donivan's troops were going south to fight.

"Wish you guys good luck."

Two thousand Brownings are worth $15. Counting Chavez's one thousand, Sleeping Bear City earned a full $[-] in one day.

Donivan and Chavez obviously didn't know that when buying weapons, they almost passed by as enemies.

(End of this chapter)