Capítulo 131: Chapter 132: [Peace Negotiations]
The war in Santa Fe had come to a standstill.
The last battle could be considered a draw. Although the U.S. troops were eventually repelled by Chavez's pistol cavalry, the Mexican army itself suffered heavy losses.
Before the new weapons arrived, Kearny did not dare to attack rashly, so the two sides could only confront each other tensely in the canyon.
It was midsummer, and the hot weather made the soldiers on both sides feel irritable and depressed.
This boring confrontation lasted until the end of September.
With the arrival of one thousand Browning revolvers, General Kearney quickly formed a 500-man pistol cavalry unit.
Although there was no fighting between the two sides during the confrontation, the US military was not idle either.
Using the existing weapons, they adapted to the fighting style of pistol cavalry in advance, so when the revolvers arrived, they almost immediately organized a team and prepared to start the next round of attack.
At the same time, in the city of Santa Fe.
Amijo sat on a chair, playing with a glass in his hand with a frown on his face. On the table in front of him was a piece of intelligence and a bottle of wine.
The wine was gone, empty as the glass in his hand.
"Uncle." Chavez came in from outside with a smile and expectation on his face. "It seems that Carney is going to take new actions. Let's teach the Americans a lesson again!"
Amijo didn't say anything, but handed him the information on the table.
When he took the intelligence and began to read it, Armijo said, "Zachary Taylor's troops are marching towards Monterey, and the size of the army has exceeded 10,000 people."
As Chavez read the information in the intelligence, his expression became serious.
Armijo continued, "We can't wait for reinforcements. 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, and three times!"
Armijo couldn't help but sigh: "Be realistic, my dear nephew. Maybe we can indeed defeat the Americans once or twice, but without the support of the South, Santa Fe will not last long."
"Besides, the surprising victory brought by the Browning revolver cannot be replicated. Don't forget that it was the American Colt who invented this weapon...Kearney seems to have recently organized a pistol cavalry team. The same rain of bullets will soon hit us."
Chavez said nothing.
He was a passionate young man, but he also realized that the war situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for Mexico.
The huge disparity in national power between the United States and Mexico means that the outcome of this war will not be too surprising.
Armijo looked at his nephew's expression and said, "Chavez, I think we should 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 to exchange for a good negotiation result."
He paused. "Like asking them not to harm or plunder the residents of Santa Fe. Like making you a brigadier general, or even an honorary major general."
"American brigadier general?" Chavez asked with disapproval in his tone.
Armijo: "The American brigadier general was also a brigadier general. I was still Spanish back then."
Chavez: "I was born Mexican."
"No, you were born Spanish, but you were too young to remember it," Armijo said. "I was born Spanish, but now I'm Mexican. I don't think there's anything wrong with being Mexican."
"We don't have to be loyal to the country we were born in. It's just a happy coincidence. The only one we really need to be loyal to is God."
"Let's talk to Carney, Chavez?" Armijo asked again.
"No." Chavez finally refused, "Let him attack, I will beat him again!"
As he said that, he threw down the information and turned to leave the governor's office.
"Oh..." Amijo couldn't help but feel a headache and sighed.
He continued to play with the wine glass in his hand anxiously, holding the stem between his index and middle fingers and shaking it back and forth until he accidentally let go of the glass.
"Snap!"
The beautiful glass was shattered all over the floor.
"Damn it." Amijo couldn't help but curse, "Someone come and clean it up for me!"
A man soon came in from outside the door, swept away the glass shards on the ground, and was about to leave when Ami Qiao called him: "Wait."
"Anything else you need, Mr. Governor?" the servant asked.
Armijo stroked his chin and thought for a while. He seemed a little hesitant. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind: "Go find Mr. Charles Bent and tell him that I want to exchange a few bottles of wine with him. He'd better come today."
"Yes, Mr. Governor," the servant replied.
That afternoon, a middle-aged man in a suit and with a balding head came to Armijo's office and greeted him politely, "Governor Armijo."
"Oh, Bent, you look good." Armijo also stood up with a smile, and then said, "Why didn't you bring any wine?"
Bent smiled faintly: "Mr. Governor, I don't think you need wine."
Armijo grinned and patted his shoulder: "You are still as smart as ever, my friend."
The two sat down.
Armijo said carefully: "Bent, as far as I know, you seem to have some friendship with Stephen Carney?"
"Yes," Bent replied.
Armijo nodded slightly, and then continued: "In fact, I hope you can help me contact General Carney... You know, I am a peace-loving person at heart. I don't like war. Look at our last battle. Although we won, what a price we paid. How many young people lost their lives."
"But those young people are always too passionate, especially my nephew. A thrilling victory made him almost fall in love with war and think that war is a fun game!"
Bent agreed: "Indeed, young people always do that."
Armijo continued, "I don't want the war to continue. So, Bent, I want you to help me talk to General Kearny. As long as he can agree to some conditions, I can surrender to them and let New Mexico join the United States..."
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A few days later.
The canyon battlefield in confrontation.
There was some movement in the US military camp. A large number of soldiers gathered and seemed to be about to launch a new round of attack.
"Soldiers, prepare for battle!" Chavez ordered.
For a soldier, victory is the best way to gain prestige.
After the last victory, the young governor's nephew and militia chief won considerable reputation in the army. Many soldiers were willing to obey him and believed that he could bring the next victory to Santa Fe.
Under his orders, the Mexican defenders were on high alert, ready for a possible battle.
But at this moment, Governor Armijo came from behind and announced something that surprised everyone: "In the name of the Governor of New Mexico, I declare that the war is over - we have completed peace negotiations with General Kearny."
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