Kapitel 136: Chapter 137: [Samuel Colt]
Chief Maidu was surprised by the horse whistle's reaction: "Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Ma Shao just said, "Why did you run all the way here from California? It must have been an difficult journey."
"Alas, it's all because of the war." Chief Maidu sighed, "The whole West is in chaos now, with Americans, Mexicans, robbers... There are only fifty-three people in our clan. I'm really worried that we will be wiped out in an attack at any time."
"We heard that Sleeping Bear City was willing to accept all natives, had thousands of invincible warriors, and could resist the plague, so we came here."
Then he bowed to Ma Shao and said, "Thank you for taking us in, Apache Sky Son. You are indeed as kind and majestic as the legend says."
Ma Shao groaned and said, "Actually, I've been thinking about going to California recently."
"Ah?" Chief Maidu was startled and said in a panic, "Is Sleeping Bear City going to move to California?"
They had come all the way from California with great difficulty, and it would be a waste of effort if they had to move back now.
Ma Shao smiled and said, "No, I just want to build another city in California."
Chief Maidu breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's how it is, but to be honest, I don't think there's anything good about California."
Ma Shao: "It is indeed still very desolate there at present, but that does not mean it will always be like this. At least California is close to the ocean, which is the richest place in the world. Almost all major cities are not far from the ocean."
Chief Maidu seemed to understand what he said.
Ma Shao added, "I have never been to California. I need some guides and assistants. Do you have any suitable candidates? It would be best if they can understand a little Apache language."
Chief Maidu blurted out: "Nonsense, my nephew is the one who knows California very well and is the one who misses California the most in the tribe. He can't wait to go back!"
"What's his name?" Ma Shao asked.
"Nonsense," the translator repeated Chief Maidu's answer. "His name is 'Nonsense'."
Ma Shao nodded in understanding.
Another strange name, but he was used to it.
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Eastern United States.
Whitneyville, Connecticut.
In Whitneyville, the Whitney family is undoubtedly the largest and most powerful family. In fact, it was Eli Whitney who founded the town, and the famous engineer and entrepreneur naturally named this place after his own surname.
Today it is an important arms production site, mainly producing firearms, including the revolver invented by Samuel Colt.
——Colt's original company went bankrupt, and he is now working with the Whitney family to use the factory here to produce a new type of revolver.
Not long ago, their cooperation got off to a good start. The US military ordered one thousand new Walker revolvers, and more and more people began to pay attention to this weapon.
Mr. Samuel Colt, who was in the prime of his life, had reason to believe that his hardship was about to end and his happiness would come.
His partner, Mr. Eli Whitney Black, the nephew of the great inventor Eli Whitney, also had reason to believe that the cooperation between the two parties would have unlimited financial prospects.
However, Colt and Blake's good days did not last long, nor did they usher in the bright financial prospects they had expected.
"Colt, we're in trouble!" Blake hurriedly found Colt with a gun, looking like he was looking for trouble.
"What's wrong?" Samuel Colt was tinkering with a pile of gun parts with a rifle next to him.
The shape of this rifle is a bit strange, and its biggest feature is that it has a revolver structure like a Colt pistol.
It is none other than a revolver rifle.
The revolver rifle was Colt's dream. He had always wanted to make a popular revolver rifle, but unfortunately he had not succeeded so far.
It can even be said that his obsession with revolver rifles was one of the reasons for his bankruptcy.
"Bang!" Blake slammed the revolver in his hand on the table. "Stop messing with your rifle. Look at this. Our order is going to be ruined!"
Colt, who had gone bankrupt before, had seen all kinds of scenes. He slowly shifted his gaze from the revolver rifle to the pistol that Blake had put down.
But when he saw it, he realized that he had never seen such a scene before.
"This--" Colt looked at the revolver on the table in disbelief, almost stunned by its exquisite shape.
It was a revolver, but not one made by him or any of his imitators.
It's a brand new design.
He stood up suddenly, looked at the revolver in his hand again and again, and asked hurriedly: "Where did you get this gun?"
Blake said: "This is a Browning pistol, a Browning Model 1845 revolver to be exact. I borrowed it from an officer friend of mine who just returned from the Southwest."
Colt twirled the cylinder. "I mean... who made it?"
"I don't know." Blake shook his head. "Maybe British."
"British?"
Blake said slowly: "Strictly speaking, my friend bought this pistol from a group of Indians, but there is no doubt that Indians could not have invented such a thing. They are just puppets used by a company to circumvent your patent."
"And all the signs indicate that it was produced by the British, probably in Oregon or Canada."
When Colt heard that it was the British, he immediately became angry: "Damn British!"
"When I went to the UK to apply for a patent, the British kept making things difficult for me... I still remember clearly the expression on the face of the patent office official, it was so disgusting!" This experience obviously made Colt very annoyed.
Black also said: "Yes, although there is no concrete evidence yet. But it is obviously the British, and they have the ability, motivation and conditions to do so."
"They sold a lot of them in the southwest, and a lot of them to the Mexicans. It's causing a lot of damage to our troops, and the British must be very happy now."
Colt was silent for half a second: "How many of these pistols are in use?"
"Maybe a few thousand," Blake said, then sighed, "The Indians are charging fifty dollars for them. Just think how much money the British are making behind them!"
Colt then asked: "Why didn't the army arrest those Indians and make them confess the British behind them?"
Blake shook his head: "Because the military can't do it."
Colt: "Why? It's just a bunch of Indians. As far as I know, we already have tens of thousands of troops on the Mexican battlefield."
Blake: "There are indeed tens of thousands of people, but there are no extra troops. There is no need to mention the southern part of Mexico. Although there have been no major battles in the north, there have been sporadic rebellions that are very serious. The army simply cannot spare a team of a thousand people to attack those Indians."
"A thousand people?" Colt frowned.
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