Opening game, American Tycoon

Chapter 61 Steam Tank, Go Forward
Compared with the horses ridden by the Mapuche, the speed of the steam tractor is slow, only five or six kilometers per hour, but unlike the war horse, it is tireless, as long as there is water and coal, it can stop drive on.

But horses are different. Horses get tired, and even the best war horses cannot run continuously.

Maybe they had the advantage of speed at the beginning, but as time passed, the galloping horses could no longer run.

When Manuel Namonza led the tribal warriors to flee, he thought it would be all right, but when the "monster" howled again from behind him, facing the shocking "howling" ", he could only lash the mount vigorously.

Faster, faster.

There is only one thought left in the heart of every Mapuche,
Escape, escape far away!
But the devil is always with him like a shadow. Although the devil is far away, whenever they want to take a breath, the monster will always make a loud and piercing howl.

Not only that, but that monster can also shoot out bullets as dense as raindrops, and I don't know how many brave tribal warriors were knocked down by muskets like that.

"beep……"

The sound of the siren echoed on the vast grassland, driving the slow steam tractor, Zhu Xianhai was not in a hurry to catch up with the Mapuche.

In fact, it is useless to be anxious, the speed of the steam tractor is only so fast.However, this did not prevent him from sounding the whistle again and again. The deafening sound of the whistle seemed to be more effective than guns, and it always made those Mapuche people run away desperately.

Still, he wouldn't mind taking dozens of Gatling shots if he could catch up.

Machine gun shooting is cool for a while, and shooting is always cool!

There is nothing that makes them more happy to sing and dance under the machine gun. In a way, the machine gun is definitely the best dance teacher.

That's it, in the constant pursuit, Manuel Namonza, who was riding a horse, could feel the black wind under his crotch, and he had no strength to run anymore.

From the time it set off until now, it never came to take a quick breath or eat a mouthful of grass. Although he kept whipping it with a whip, Hei Feng, who was so tired and out of breath, only moved the horse's hooves slowly.

Around Manuel Namonza, the horses of many tribal warriors were already so tired that they were foaming at the mouth after running for a long time, and they were even unwilling to move their hooves anymore.

"Run, run..."

Carreras yelled in despair, he lashed his mount vigorously, once upon a time, he loved this horse as his family, but now, he only had one thought, let the horse run again, so as to escape from the shadowy monster.

But at this moment, the roar of the monster sounded again.

From the morning until now, the monster has been chasing them, just like this.

Although they couldn't see the monster yet, its roar had already been heard, and despair spread in everyone's heart.

I don't know who suddenly cried out, and then more people cried out.

Finally, again, Manuel Namonza and the other Mapuche saw it again, saw the monster.

"beep……"

Once again, Zhu Xianhai blew the whistle. It has to be said that the whistle of the steam engine is really loud and can be heard several kilometers away on the grassland.

Behind him, more than [-] guards, armed with Henry rifles or revolvers, guarded behind the "steam tank", and in front of them, a large group of Mapuche people, So desperate to stand there.

These Mapuche people, who used to scare the white people, are all looking at the monster that is spewing smoke and roaring "walking" with horror at this time, looking at the flames and anger it spews, and the despair is felt in everyone. heart filled.

"Let him do what he wants!"

Desperately throwing down the spear of honor, Manuel Namonza jumped from his horse. He had given up. What was there to resist?

Humans, how can they resist hell monsters?
"White man, what do you want to do? If you have to use blood to calm his anger, I am willing to give my life, but please forgive others..."

Standing in front of the monster from hell, Manuel Namonza, like all chiefs, tried to save others with his own life.

The time to surrender...is the time!
Taking off the goggles covered in smoke, Zhu Xianhai glanced at the Mapuche people standing in front of the steam tractor.

Hey, if you run for another half an hour, our water will boil dry...

After sighing, Zhu Xianhai who had put down the Gatling gun said in Spanish.

"I'm not white!"

He took off his hat and wiped off the soot on his face with a towel, he said while looking at the brainy Mapuche in front of him.

"You are……"

Manuel Namonza looked at the stranger in front of him suspiciously. He was not white, and even the rider behind him was not white anymore. Well, there were still a few white men.

"Who are you?"

"Huaxia people!"

Zhu Xianhai said directly.

"We came here from the other side of the sea and wanted to start a new life here. We would like to be friends with you, but you attacked us."

friend?

Are friends taking their land when they come over?

Of course, Manuel Namonza and the others did not have such a consciousness. In the Indian tradition, the land does not belong to that person or that tribe, but is given to everyone by God. Of course, Mapu Qieren themselves also came from the other side of the mountain, so they are also not the masters of this land.

"I want to ask you, why is this, why are you attacking us!"

"This this……"

Manuel Namonuza looked at the young man in front of him, who looked like himself and his tribe.

Chinese?
Who are Huaxia people?

He didn't have an answer, but what was certain was that they were not white, and since they were not white, then things would be easy.

"We thought you were white people, and thought you were going to occupy the Great Salt Marsh and stop us from getting salt, so we came to stop you."

"Occupy the Great Salt Marsh?"

Only then did Zhu Xianhai realize that he knew nothing about Nanhua's surroundings.

Great Salt Marsh?
Natural salt lake?
If I knew this earlier, why bother to dry the salt?

For MMP, after a long time, the reason why they and Nanhua can't die is because of the salt in the salt marsh.

It seems that the geological survey must be carried out as soon as possible, otherwise I don't know how much effort will be wasted.

But what now?
(End of this chapter)