Chương 133: Chapter 134: [The Essence of Guerrilla Warfare]
"Guerrilla warfare?" Chavez didn't quite understand.
There is a word called guerrilla warfare in English or Spanish. In fact, the word guerrilla warfare in English is the Spanish word for "small war".
But what Ma Shao was talking about was not Xiao Zhan, but "mobile attack tactics", and the translator also translated this complicated word into Spanish word for word.
Fortunately, Ma Shao now knew some Spanish. He understood Chavez's confusion, so he slowly explained: "It is a tactic that combines roaming and attacking. Since you want to lead the residents of various places to fight against the Americans in a scattered and continuous manner, you naturally have to adopt this method."
Chavez probably understood: "You are right."
He thought about it again and nodded repeatedly: "Mobile attack tactics, well, this is really a clever way of saying it."
Ma Shao smiled and said, "How many do you plan to buy this time?"
"Still two thousand," Chavez said. "I brought fifty thousand dollars."
"I'm sorry, Chavez, it's war time now, so the price of Browning pistols has increased." Ma Shao said lightly.
Chavez frowned: "What's the current price?"
Ma Shao: "Fifty dollars, or silver dollars."
"Fifty dollars!" Chavez exclaimed, "That's doubled!"
"Yes." Ma Shao nodded. "The last time I sold it to you, the war hadn't broken out yet. It's different now. Many people are scrambling to buy Browning pistols, so we have to raise the price - market economy."
Chavez paused: "But...but you guys are raising the price too much."
"I know the price is high, but it's not up to me to decide." Ma Shao complained. "In fact, I want to sell it cheaper, but if it's reduced to $48, I'll have to pay for it myself. Those stingy British and European guys won't even lower the price by a penny!"
"Really? Can't it be cheaper? Forty dollars?" Chavez still tried to negotiate.
"I'm sorry, fifty dollars is already very low for us." Ma Shao was unmoved. "This is not some bargaining rhetoric, but we really can't lower the price any further. If you don't want to buy it at this price, you can turn around and leave now."
"Okay." Young Chavez sighed, feeling the financial embarrassment for the first time, "Then I'll buy a thousand."
He then handed over $50,000 in gold and silver coins to Ma Shao, who sent someone to deliver a thousand Browning revolvers to the Mexicans.
Now the value of one dollar is approximately equivalent to 24 grams of silver, or 1.6 grams of gold. A $50,000 gold and silver coin would weigh dozens of kilograms.
Dozens of kilograms are naturally heavy, but if it is made of gold, it will not make people feel that heavy.
"Mr. Chavez, although we can't lower the price for you, I can give you some advice as a gift." Ma Shao smiled, and the shining fifty thousand dollars made him happy.
"What suggestions?" Chavez's mood was exactly the opposite of Ma Shao's. Two thousand pistols became one thousand, which made him depressed.
Ma Shao said, "The closer you are to war, the more expensive the weapons are. Fifty dollars is a lot of money for you and me, but if you are on the battlefield, people will definitely be willing to give you all the gold coins hidden in their underwear for such a good weapon."
"You mean I can raise the price a little bit and sell these weapons to the soldiers?" Chavez asked.
"It doesn't have to be soldiers, it can also be civilians." Ma Shao said, "Aren't you going to mobilize the masses? In that case, the Mexican residents in New Mexico and even the entire southwestern mountainous area are your targets."
Chavez said nothing.
Ma Shao added: "I have a second suggestion, about guerrilla warfare. I think you may not have much experience in guerrilla warfare."
"That's right." Chavez actually didn't have much experience in war.
"However, I have summarized some key points for this tactic. You may wish to refer to them," said Ma Shao.
He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Swimming attack tactics require both swimming and attacking. Always swimming without attacking is tantamount to running away, and always attacking without swimming flexibly is tantamount to fighting for one's life."
"To be more specific, it can be summed up in four sentences: When the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy stays, I harass; when the enemy tires, I attack; when the enemy retreats, I pursue."
These four short sentences fully reveal the essence of guerrilla warfare. Chavez could not help but ponder and repeat subconsciously: "When the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy camps, I harass."
Ma Shao patted him on the shoulder and said, "Tactics are also a kind of weapon, and they are even more lethal than the weapons in your hands. This weapon is given as a gift for the thousand pistols. I hope you can master it."
The few words he told Chavez were naturally derived from the guerrilla warfare tactics summarized by the People's Liberation Army in later generations.
But there is always a gap between theory and practice. These four sentences can be profound and shallow at the same time. Some people can become guerrilla masters after reading them, while others are the same as if they had not read them. It depends on how much Chavez can master.
Ma Shao believed that if the Mexican guerrillas could skillfully use guerrilla tactics, they would definitely make the Americans suffer a lot.
Chavez seemed to be able to appreciate the subtlety of these words. He repeated them over and over again, then asked, "Who summarized this? It sounds like the experience of an outstanding military strategist."
"It's just my little insight." Ma Shao said shamelessly.
Chavez was a little surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Chief Ma Shao, I'm a little curious. How old are you this year?"
Ma Shao smiled and said, "What do you think?"
Chavez looked at him carefully for a few times, but shook his head: "I'm not sure. You may be in your twenties, but you seem to be knowledgeable and experienced. You may even be more like an elder than my uncle."
Ma Shao casually asked, "Why can't it be fifteen?"
"Fifteen? That's impossible." Chavez obviously didn't believe it.
Ma Shao hesitated for half a second: "Well, actually I am twenty-five years old."
Age was actually a problem that bothered him a little, so he finally decided to add ten years to his age when introducing himself in the future to save himself the trouble of explaining.
Twenty-five years old was basically within Chavez's expectations. He nodded: "You are younger than me."
The two talked for a while, and suddenly Ma Shao remembered something: "By the way, Chavez, do you have any silver coins?"
"There are some."
"I want to exchange my gold coins for some silver coins." Ma Shao said, "I forgot to tell you just now that almost all you gave me were gold coins."
Chavez exchanged a small portion of the $50,000 for silver coins and handed them back to Ma Shao. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "What do you want so many silver coins for?"
"It's nothing, it just makes it more convenient to circulate in the tribe." Ma Shao didn't explain much and just made up a reason.
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