Destroy the Mapuche people?
But it's just words.
After a while, a ranger came over and reported that "the Mapuche people have fled." The Mapuche people who fled in a hurry left many cattle on the grassland, as many as tens of thousands.
Of course, the cattle abandoned by the Mapuche people have now become weapons of war for Zhu Xianhai and others.
As for whether it is true or false, it doesn't matter at all.
The important thing is strength, even if in Matoro's view, all this is simply ridiculous, and it is simply a rhetoric to deceive children. But it does not prevent him from believing in it, and even praising his victory in an exaggerated tone.
Facing Matoro's praise, Zhu Xianhai said with great regret.
"Hey, it's a pity. Otherwise, I could have kept them and avenged you. After all, those Mapuche people have caused you a lot of casualties."
What is confusing right and wrong? This is it, but Marshal Zhu really doesn’t mind.
There is no way, he has a hard fist right now.
What's wrong with confusing right and wrong? Isn't it just to confuse right and wrong that we have to harden our fists?
If you don’t want to bully others, who wants to practice hard on your inner strength?
What?
Sir, what are you talking about?
It was obviously you who killed the person, okay?
But in an instant, Matoro understood and understood the other party's intention.
"Dear Mr. Steven, I really don't know how to thank you. If you hadn't taken the initiative, I'm afraid we would have been hit hard by the Mapuche people when we were trapped in a tight siege. God can testify that it was you who saved us!"
As a flatterer, it is certain that Matoro is extremely pragmatic. Telling lies with his eyes open... This is a required course for flatterers, right?
The surrounding white officers all looked at the Major with astonishment. Major, is he... crazy? This guy actually talks such nonsense.
Obviously these people suddenly appeared and killed them, but now these people have become their "saviors".
But in an instant, they understood why the major said that.
Because this is the best outcome. The people were killed by the Mapuche people, and the American company... was the rescuer.
Isn’t this the result of having the best of both worlds?
Confused about who killed the person?
God can testify that if they struggle with this issue, they are likely to become dead. Then what?
The people were killed by the Mapuche.
"Sir, thank you very much for your rescue, otherwise I may never have the chance to see my family again!"
"Sir, thank you for your help!"
Compared to the pragmatism of the officers, the Gaucho cavalry were dumbfounded. They looked at the performance of the officers angrily - that's it.
"Major!"
Carlos said angrily.
"Major, many of us died!"
"I know, the Mapuche killed him!"
"Major, it's them..."
Before Carlos could finish speaking, Major Matoro interrupted him:
"They saved us, Carlos, and we want to express our gratitude."
This world is so absurd and absurd, the big fist is the last word. Because the fist is big, Matoro confuses right and wrong. Because the fist is big, Carlos and the others can only swallow their anger.
But when they swallowed their anger, Carlos and other Gauchos all had a look of indignation on their faces. They were the lowest link in the Argentinian contempt chain. They were wanderers on the prairie. As Gauchos, they were
The herds are chased on the grassland, from one pasture to another, from one town to another. Life is accompanied by the activities of the herds, and is always inseparable from work such as driving cattle, slaughtering cattle, and selling cattle hides.
Even as cavalry, they are the lowest class and are highly discriminated against. Just like now, when officers open their eyes and tell lies, no one cares about their feelings at all.
What is a Gaucho?
They're just a bunch of low-class people.
While listening to the white officers praising the "heroic act" of the American Company, Zhu Xianhai also noticed the anger and dissatisfaction of the Gaucho cavalry. Just like Carlos, the look on his face
It was full of anger, but what could he do?
Nothing can be done.
Carlos looks a bit like a mixed race. In fact, this is the characteristic of the Gauchos. Their parents or ancestors are Spaniards, and they are the poorest kind. They fled to the grasslands to make a living and met some indigenous people.
Women lived, gave birth to children, and reproduced from generation to generation, eventually forming the Gauchos. They were more like Indians than Spanish, but they believed in Catholicism and spoke Spanish.
But...that's it.
In Argentina's chain of contempt, their status is only slightly higher than that of the Indians.
"Dear Sir, I feel it necessary to tell Buenos Aires about your heroic deeds by telegram. I think that soon, the whole province will be singing about your heroic deeds!"
Matoro said in an arrogant tone.
Now, the reason why he wants to spread the word about "America Company's rescue" is of course not to spread a good name for it, he wants to save his own life!
The whole world knows that he "saved everyone", so naturally it is impossible for this guy to "kill people and silence them".
Kill and silence.
In the grassland, this kind of thing is very common. Even now, he is wondering whether he should deal with Carlos when he goes back.
"Oh, this...actually, you know, I am not a person who likes good reputation!"
Zhu Xianhai said.
"Sir, as a gentleman, you must accept the honor that belongs to you!"
Matoro said seriously.
At this moment, it seemed that the person standing in front of him was really his savior. I don’t know if he saved his life, but he was definitely the one who could keep him alive!
Several other white officers also started persuading them to keep their "benefactor" alive. How could they not be grateful?
"Yes, sir, this is the demeanor that a gentleman must have!"
In the face of everyone's persuasion, although Zhu Xianhai wanted to "refuse", he finally reluctantly accepted their good intentions.
"Hey, actually, as you know, the reason why I save people is because I really think this is what I should do!"
I have to say that as a superior person, at least a superior person with life and death in hand, the feeling of dealing with a group of sycophants who want to survive is extremely comfortable.
These sycophants know very well what is most important to them - of course their own interests.
No matter what honor, or even what country, it doesn't matter in the eyes of flatterers, the most important thing is always oneself.
Confusing right and wrong?
This is what flatterers are best at!
Die as a hero?
It’s always the heroes who die, they’re just sycophants!
Just try your best to stay alive!
This chapter has been completed!