Opening game, American Tycoon

Chapter 56 He is here, he is here (Second update, please collect, please recommend)
Although it was a sunny day, the sound of thunder resembling thunder came from the vast grassland
On the green grassland, a dark tide surged, a group of Mapuche knights.

There are at least thousands of people!

The Indians on horses held spears and kept making weird shouts, and they rushed towards the north like this.

Although after crossing Negro, the land became more and more barren all the way to the south, but for these tribal fighters, the Pampas grassland is good, but it is not their home. They live on the Pagotania Plateau. At this time, they traveled thousands of miles to participate in this attack on white people.

In order to snatch the spoils that belong to them.

Cattle!
There are tens of thousands of cattle and sheep as many as the clouds in the sky.For the tribal warriors, all this meant not only adequate food, but also clothes for women, spirits for men, and even gunpowder.Of course, they haven't reached the place yet, they will join other tribes and launch an attack together.

"Juan, after you go back this time, you can choose one of those women as your wife!"

Manuel Namonza, the chief, said to the young people around him.

"Thank you chief, I'm going to pick a woman with blond hair, and I will have a child with blond hair in the future."

Juan laughed.

The women they talk about are the women who were robbed when they attacked the white settlements. These women will be distributed to the bravest warriors in the tribe as a reward, which is also the best spoils of war.

In addition to women, there are also some white men who will be driven as slaves of the tribe.Of course, if they work hard, they will combine with some women in the tribe, well, they are also tool people. After all, children with white blood can resist the diseases brought by those white people very well.

Even now, they are only just starting out.It doesn't hinder the sharing of the loot that is about to be obtained first.

"Blonde..."

Regarding Juan's imagination, Manuel Namonnzha just smiled. He knew very well what the tribal warriors wanted. Men wanted spirits, and women wanted cloth.Of course, there are things like iron pots.And these things require them to drive the cattle over the mountains to Araucan to exchange with the whites in Chile.

Cattle are their only commodity available for exchange.

But last year's attacks on settlements made him discover that white people are not what they used to be.

"Juan, have you noticed that some white people seem to shoot from farther away now?"

"Yes, according to the whites, many whites shot from three or four hundred meters away."

South America was the first region to use the metric unit. South American countries affected by the French Revolution, as early as the beginning of independence, replaced the old system with the metric unit one after another, even the indigenous people were also affected.

"Yes, and they also have that kind of rifle that can shoot continuously, although only a few people use it, but if they all use that kind of musket, our losses will only be greater and the spoils will be less. "

Maybe Manuel Namonza was the chief of the tribe, but he didn't know that 1860 was an era of technological change. The front-loading rifles represented by the Enfield P1853 Mini rifle and the Henry rifle began to spread to South America. In the next few years, they will quickly replace the old rifles and become the standard equipment of South American cowboys and armies together with the revolver.

When more perfect metal bullet casings appeared, it was the moment when the white man launched an expedition to conquer this land.

Although he was unaware of the technological changes in the outside world, Manuel Namonza, the tribal chief, was keenly aware of the potential crisis.

For Juan and others, they did not realize the future crisis, and they were still immersed in the impending attack.

The white man's cattle and women will be their trophies.

Just as they were happily discussing how much they could grab this time, a few riders from the east ran over at high speed.Juan and the others clenched their spears tightly and looked in the direction of the rider.

"It's Carreras and the others."

Juan yelled and went to meet him.

"Carreras, you hurried over, did the white man from Viedma come out?"

Holding the spear in his hand, Juan said triumphantly.

"If they dare to come out, we will just clean them up so that we don't have to guard against them every time we go home."

"Juan, where's the chief?"

Carreras said.

"The whites built another settlement south of Viedma, less than five days from the Great Salt Marsh."

"what!"

Juan exclaimed.

"is that true?"

When he heard the news, Manuel Namonza was also shocked.

Great Salt Marshes!
It seems that there is only a place with bushes and no use, but no matter whether it is the people or the cattle in the tribe, they cannot do without the salt in the salt marsh.However, the water in the Great Salt Marsh is very salty. It was evaporated by the hot climate, and all the salt contained in it condensed on the bottom of the lake, turning the lake into a huge reflective mirror.For thousands of years, various tribes will go there to get salt, and even white people know the importance of the Great Salt Marsh to the tribe.

Almost subconsciously, Manuel Namonza recognized that this was a white conspiracy.

"They must want to seize the Great Salt Marsh!"

"Chief, we must not let them take the salt marshes away!"

Juan and the others said eagerly.

"Chief, we should drive them back as soon as they get here."

"Yes, Chief, if they are allowed to stand here, they will soon occupy the Great Salt Marsh. At that time, we must guard against them every time we go to fetch salt!"

Barrigal said.

"Chief, they must not let them take the salt marshes."

"We can't let them take the salt marsh, but don't we still have to join other tribes? What if we go late?"

asked Manuel Namonza.

"Divide into two groups, one way to fight the whites, one way to join other tribes first, after destroying their settlements, we will come back and meet up."

"Ah! Chief, let's make this decision!"

Juan said beside him, as if they were going to play for a while. In fact, for them, attacking the settlements of white people is similar to playing. Although people will die, when will they not die?

After thinking about it, Manuel Namonza nodded and said.

"Okay, it's so decided, Barrigal, take some people and continue on your way. We'll settle the matter here, and we'll be able to catch up with you soon..."

(End of this chapter)