Compared with the horses ridden by the Mapuche people, the speed of the steam tractor is slow, only five or six kilometers per hour. But unlike the war horse, it is tireless and can continue as long as there is water and coal.
Keep driving.
But horses are different. Horses get tired, and even the best war horses cannot run continuously.
Perhaps they had the advantage of speed at first, but as time went by, the once galloping horses could no longer run.
When Manuel Namunza led the tribal warriors to flee, he thought this would be enough. However, when the howl of the "monster" came from behind again, he was faced with the shocking "howl".
", he could only whip his mount hard.
Quick, faster.
There is only one thought left in every Mapuche's heart,
Run away, run away far away!
But the devil always follows them like a shadow. Even though the devil is far away, whenever they want to take a breath, the monster always makes a loud and piercing howl.
Not only that, that monster could also fire bullets as densely as raindrops, and countless brave tribal warriors were knocked to the ground by muskets.
"beep……"
The loud whistle echoed in the vast grassland. Driving the slow-moving steam tractor, Zhu Xianhai was in no hurry to catch up with the Mapuche people.
In fact, there is no point in being anxious, the speed of the steam tractor is only so fast. However, this does not prevent him from sounding the whistle again and again. The deafening sound of the whistle seems to be more effective than the gun, and it can always make those Mapuche people
Escape at all costs.
However, if he could catch up, he still wouldn't mind firing dozens of shots with the Gatling gun.
It's fun to shoot with machine guns for a while, and it's always fun to keep shooting!
There is nothing more joyful than having them singing and dancing under the machine gun. To a certain extent, the machine gun is definitely the best dance teacher.
That's it, in the constant pursuit, Manuel Namongza, who was riding a horse, could feel the black wind under his crotch, and he no longer had the strength to run.
From the time he set off until now, the horse had never had to take a breath or eat grass. Although he kept whipping it with a whip, Heifeng, who was panting from exhaustion, only moved the horse's hooves slowly.
Around Manuel Namongza, the horses of many tribal warriors were so tired that they were foaming at the mouth after running for a long time, and they were no longer even willing to move their hooves.
"Run quickly, run..."
Carreras shouted desperately, and he whipped his mount hard. Once upon a time, he loved this horse like a family member, but now, he only had one idea, let the horse run again, so as to escape from the shadow that followed him.
of monsters.
But at this moment, the monster's roar sounded again.
From morning until now, the monster has been chasing them, chasing them relentlessly.
Although they could not see the monster yet, its roar could already be heard, and despair spread in everyone's heart.
I don't know who suddenly burst into tears, and then more people started crying.
Finally, once again, Manuel Namunguza and other Mapuche people saw it again, saw the monster.
"beep……"
Once again, Zhu Xianhai blew the whistle. It must be said that the whistle of the steam engine was really loud and could be heard several kilometers away on the grassland.
Behind him, more than two hundred escorts came, armed with Henry rifles or revolvers, guarding behind the "steam tank". In front of them, a large, dark mass of Mapuche people, just like
Standing there so hopelessly.
These Mapuche people, who had once made the white people fearful, now all looked at the monster that was spitting smoke and roaring with fear, looking at the flames and anger it spewed, and the despair was in everyone's eyes.
filled my heart.
"Let him do whatever he wants!"
Throwing down the spear that symbolized honor in despair, Manuel Namunza jumped off his horse. He had given up. What else could he resist?
How can humans resist the monsters from hell?
"White man, what do you want to do? If you have to use blood to appease his anger, I am willing to give my life, but please forgive others..."
Standing in front of the monster from hell, Manuel Namunza, like all chiefs, tried to save others with his own life.
It’s time to surrender...it’s time!
Taking off his goggles filled with smoke and dust, Zhu Xianhai glanced at the Mapuche people blocking the steam tractor.
Hey, if you run for another half hour, our water will be boiled dry...
After sighing, Zhu Xianhai, who had already put down his Gatling gun, said in Spanish.
"I'm not white!"
He took off his hat, wiped the soot from his face with a towel, and looked at the stupid Mapuche man in front of him and said.
"Who are you……"
Manuel Namunza looked at the stranger in front of him with confusion. He was not a white man, and even the riders behind him were not white men. Well, there were still a few white men.
"Who are you?"
"Chinese!"
Zhu Xianhai said directly.
"We came here from the other side of the sea and wanted to start a new life here. We wanted to be friends with you, but you attacked us."
friend?
Are friends coming over and occupying their land?
Of course, Manuel Namunza and others do not have such awareness. In the Indian tradition, the land does not belong to that person or tribe, but is given to everyone by God. Of course, Mapu
The Che people themselves came from the other side of the mountain, so they are not the owners of this land either.
"I want to ask you, why is this, why are you attacking us!"
"This this……"
Manuel Namongza looked at the young man in front of him. He and his tribe looked similar to himself.
Chinese?
Who are the Chinese people?
He didn't have the answer, but what was certain was that they were not white people. Since they were not white people, it would be easier to handle.
"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 we had known this, why would we need to use salt?
MMP, after working on it for a long time, the reason why they are fighting with Nanhua is because of the salt in the salt marsh.
It seems that the geological survey needs to be carried out as soon as possible, otherwise I don't know how much effort will be wasted.