1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 133 [Peace Negotiation]

The battle in Santa Fe has stalled.

The last battle can be regarded as a tie. Although the U.S. Army was eventually repelled by Chavez's pistol cavalry, the Mexican Army itself suffered a lot.

Before the arrival of the new weapons, Carney did not dare to attack rashly, so the two sides could only confront each other nervously in the canyon.

It was midsummer, and the hot weather made the soldiers on both sides feel irritable and depressed.

This dry standoff continued until the end of September.

With the delivery of a thousand Browning revolvers, General Carney quickly formed a force of 500 pistol cavalry.

During the confrontation, although the two sides did not fight, the U.S. military was not idle either.

Using the weapons they had, they had adapted to the pistol cavalry fighting style in advance, so that when the revolvers were in place, they organized a team almost immediately and were ready to start the next round of attack.

At the same time, inside the city of Santa Fe.

Amijo was sitting on a chair, playing with a glass wine glass repeatedly in his hand, frowning, and on the table in front of him was a report and a bottle of wine.

The wine was gone, as empty as the glass in his hand.

"Uncle." Chavez came in from the outside, with a smile and anticipation on his face, "Carney seems to have a new move, let's teach the Yankees a lesson again!"

Amijo didn't say anything, but handed him the information on the table.

After he took the information and began to read it, Amijo said: "Zachary Taylor's troops are marching towards Monterey, and the size of the army has exceeded [-]."

After reading the intelligence information, Chavez's expression couldn't help becoming dignified.

Amijo continued: "We can't wait for reinforcements, and the situation in the south is worse than here."

Chavez was silent for a while: "We don't need reinforcements, we have defeated the Yankees once, then twice, three times!"

Amijo couldn't help sighing: "Be realistic, my dear nephew. Maybe we can still beat the Americans once or twice, but without the support of the South, Santa Fe won't last long."

"Besides, the amazing victory brought by the Browning revolver cannot be replicated. Don't forget, it was the American Colt who invented this weapon... Carney seems to be reorganizing a pistol cavalry team recently. The same bullet rain It's going to hit us soon."

Chavez said nothing.

He is a passionate young man, but he can also realize that the situation of the war is getting worse and worse for Mexico.

The disparity in national strength between the United States and Mexico is doomed to the outcome of this war without major surprises.

Amijo looked at his nephew's expression: "Chavez, I think, let's negotiate with the Americans as soon as possible."

"Now may be the best time to negotiate. After all, we won a battle not long ago. This is our bargaining chip. We can use it in exchange for a good negotiation result."

He paused: "For example, let them not harm or plunder the residents of Santa Fe, for example, let you become a brigadier general, or even an honorary major general."

"American Brigadier General?" Chavez said with disapproval in his tone.

Amijo: "The brigadier general of the United States is also a brigadier general. I was a Spaniard back then."

Chavez: "I was born Mexican."

"No, you were born Spanish, but you were too young to remember." Amijo said, "I was born Spanish, and now I'm Mexican, and I don't think it's okay to be Mexican. not good."

"It's just a beautiful coincidence that we don't have to be loyal to the country we were born in all the time. The only one we really need to be loyal to is God."

"Shall we talk to Carney, Chavez?" Amijo asked again.

"No." Chavez finally refused, "Let him attack, and I will beat him again!"

As he spoke, he dropped the information, turned and left the governor's office.

"Oh..." Amijo couldn't help feeling a little headache and sighed.

He continued fidgeting with the wine glass in his hand, holding the stem between his index finger and middle finger and shaking it back and forth until he accidentally let go of the glass.

"Clap!"

The beautiful glass was shattered all over the place.

"Damn it." Amijo couldn't help cursing, "Come and clean it for me!"

Someone came in quickly outside the door, swept away the glass shards on the ground, and was about to leave, but Amijo called him: "Wait."

"Is there any other order? Mr. Governor." The servant asked.

Amijo touched his chin and thought for a while, his face seemed a little hesitant, and finally he seemed to make up his mind: "Go to Mr. Charles Bent and say that I want to exchange a few bottles of Tibetan wine with him , he'd better come today."

"Okay, Mr. Governor." The servant replied.

That afternoon, a middle-aged man in a suit who was a bit bald came to Amijo's office and greeted him politely: "Governor Amijo."

"Oh, Bent, you look good." Amijo also got up with a smile, and then said, "Why didn't you bring any wine?"

Bent smiled faintly: "Mr. Governor, I think what you need is not alcohol."

Amijo grinned and patted him on the shoulder: "You are as smart as ever, my friend."

The two sat down.

Amijo said thoughtfully: "Bent, as far as I know, you seem to have some friendship with Stephen Carney?"

"Yes," Bent replied.

Amijo nodded slightly, and then said: "In fact, I hope you can contact General Carney for me... You know, I am a peace-loving person in my bones, I don't like war, look at our last battle , Although they won, how much did they pay? How many young people lost their lives."

"But those young people are always passionate, especially my nephew. A thrilling victory made him almost fall in love with war, thinking that war is a fun game!"

Bent offered his approval: "It's true, young people always do."

Amijo continued: "I don't want the war to continue. So, Bent, I want you to help me talk to General Carney, as long as he can agree to some conditions, I can surrender to them and let New Mexico join U.S……"

……

A few days later.

The canyon battlefield in the confrontation.

There was some movement from the US military camp, and a large number of soldiers gathered, and it seemed that a new round of attack was about to be launched.

"Soldiers, prepare for battle!" Chavez ordered.

For soldiers, victory is the best way to gain prestige.

After the last victory, the young governor's nephew and militia chief had won a lot of prestige in the army. Many soldiers were willing to listen to him and believed that he could bring Santa Fe the next victory.

Under his order, the defenders of Mexico were on standby, ready for a possible battle.

But at this moment, Governor Amijo came from behind, and immediately announced a news that was beyond everyone's expectations: "In the name of the Governor of New Mexico, I declare that the war is over-we have finished with General Carney peace talks."

(End of this chapter)