1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 54 [Your last name is Browning? 】

Apache garrison, black police.

Ma Shao feels that this is not enough, and there should be more... white hostages.

The most suitable hostages are undoubtedly minors, the best kind of ignorant children, not only safe and harmless, but when they grow up, they may even become white-skinned and yellow-hearted egg people, and become spies or something .

In his previous life, Ma Shao was a physics teacher with excellent professional ability. Except for the first year of his employment, he always made his students get better grades, and he respected and loved him.

Therefore, he believes that he is better than most people in shaping the spiritual world of children.

"Mayor Thomas, what is your son's name?" Ma Whistle asked.

When Thomas heard this, his face suddenly frightened, and he said quickly: "Don't hurt him, please, he's just a child!"

"Wow—" His son also burst into tears, and Mrs. Thomas hugged him tightly.

"Of course I won't hurt him. I didn't do anything to you, so how could I hurt an innocent child?" Ma Whistle said.

Mayor Thomas hesitated: "He... His name is John, John Thomas."

Ma Shao nodded: "He looks very smart, so from now on, I will be his teacher."

"what!"

Ma Shao felt that what he said next sounded like bragging, but it was the truth: "Although my English is not very good, other than that, it is no exaggeration to say that I am the best teacher in the world one."

Of course Thomas didn't believe it, thinking he was talking big, he clenched his fist and said, "You can't separate me from my son!"

"Are you sure?" Horse Whistle frowned.

Thomas was silent for a while, and he looked around at the Apache fighters, knowing that he had no choice.

"You... promise not to hurt my son?" he finally asked.

The horse whistle said: "As long as you don't hurt my soldiers."

Thomas understood that the other party wanted to use his son as a hostage in order to completely control himself and even the entire town.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

It seems that this Indian is determined to enslave the white people in the town, and the methods are rich, tricky, and ruthless. I am afraid they will never have a bright future!
Is this the punishment of God?
God, please forgive my sins!
At this moment, Thomas seemed like he might be the most devout Christian on the planet.

"I hope you can keep your promise." He sighed and agreed.

Horse whistle: "Of course, I will do what I say. But I must also remind you that children are more prone to accidents. If your son dies unexpectedly, there is nothing I can do."

Before the maturity of modern medicine, the abnormal death rate of human beings remained high.Even now in 1844, it is not uncommon for children to die young.

Thomas also knew this, so he thought for a while and asked, "Can I visit?"

"can."

Thomas finally nodded, and said to his son choked with sobs: "Son, promise me, don't cry when you go there, and be obedient, okay?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" cried little Thomas.

Afterwards, Ma Shao picked up about twenty more children, most of whom were from wealthy households in the town.Picking rich households to start with, on the one hand, the health status of the children of the wealthy households is better, and on the other hand, the wealthy have greater influence on the town.

In the process, it was not surprising that there was a burst of conflict and crying, and even a fight almost broke out.

"Bang!" A gunshot came suddenly.

Hearing the sound of the horse whistle, he saw that a white man seemed to have taken out a short gun from nowhere. An Apache soldier saw this and went to snatch it. During the scramble, the gun went off, but fortunately, no one was hit.

"Don't kill him."

The horse whistle walked over, and then asked: "Didn't you confiscate all the weapons just now, where did this gun come from?"

"He seems to be a gunsmith." An Apache soldier said, "I found more than a dozen guns in his house just now, but I still missed one."

Gunsmith?

Hearing this news, Ma Shao's eyes lit up immediately.

Although he also knows a little about firearms, he lacks practice after all. He can barely repair some small problems of firearms, but he can't make guns at all.As a result, he had many ideas in vain, but the clansmen were still using the defective revolver.

Now that the Walker revolver has not been launched, this defective product can still show off its prestige. When Colt's design matures in the future, the weapon advantage of the Sleeping Bear clan will be wiped out.

So there is no doubt that for him, a professional who can make guns has strategic significance.

"What's your name?" Horse Whistle asked quickly.

"You don't want to separate me from my child!" The white man blushed, and he still looked like he was going desperate when he was supported by two Apaches. "Dirty and stupid barbarian, I will fight you!"

Horse whistle said: "Are you a gunsmith? If you answer truthfully, maybe I can keep you and your child from being separated."

Hearing this, the white man calmed down: "Of course, I am the best gunsmith within a radius of [-] miles. No one knows how to make guns better than me!"

"So, what's your name?"

"William Browning."

Ma Shao was surprised when he heard this: "Your surname is Browning?"

Browning!
This name can be said to be known to everyone, not to mention gun lovers, anyone who has watched a little war movie will be familiar with it.

John Moses Browning, one of the greatest gun masters.

Of course, this big guy was active in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, and died in 1926-Mashao is very sensitive to this year, and he is either still young or not yet born.So Ma Shao wondered if the gunsmith named Browning in front of him might be Browning's father.

After all, as far as he knew, Browning's son inherited his father's business, and his father was also a gunsmith, but his name is not clear.

He glanced at William Browning's children, two daughters, one older and one younger.

Hmm... It seems that he may have thought too much. This is just a double surname, not the father of the later Master Browning.

Although it probably had nothing to do with the real Browning, Horse Whistle still hoped that this man would be worthy of the surname.

"Mr. Browning, as long as you are willing to make guns for me, I will not tear your family apart." Horse Whistle said, "And I will pay you according to the market price."

This does not sound like a harsh condition, and considering that the demand of the Indians should not be small, it can even be regarded as a good business.

"Really?" Browning couldn't believe it.

Horse Whistle smiled: "Of course, I'm not a savage, I know very well the 'contract spirit' that you white people often talk about."

"Okay, I promise you." Browning nodded and smiled, "I have to say, you still have some knowledge, hehe."

Ma Shuo said with satisfaction: "Very good, if this is the case, then bring your family and return to the clan with me."

(End of this chapter)