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The Indians died out dramatically under white aggression, just as wild wolves became extinct when humans overbred and expanded into the prairies.

The Patagonian Indians were geographically remote, and the Indians lacked enough supplies to survive after a large decline in prey, so they often had to go to the border areas occupied by the whites to trade with them, which was also the most effective means for the whites to control the Indians.

The next day, Ilya set out with two young men to the city of Antonio, seventy miles away, to prepare for trade with the Argentines. Before the trip, Ye Chenglin proposed to go to Antonio City with them, and after seeing Ye Chenglin's disguise, Ilya agreed to his request, and a group of six people rode horses for about an hour to reach the destination.

Ciudad Antonio is a small port town near the sea in Patagonia, and in addition to the Argentine regular army of more than 200 people, most of them are armed militiamen and ranch farmers who own a lot of land.

Ilya sold the two deer skins in his hand at the trading post set up by the Argentines, and used the money to buy a small amount of medicine and more than 30 catties of salt, and then put the rest of the money in his pocket, and when he led the horse to return, he saw several white girls pouting and pointing at them.

"Look, their faces are painted like funny clowns."

"No, Laura, the Mapuche are murderous savages, and they will kill when they go crazy."

A chubby white woman rolled her eyes in pretending to be scared, causing the white girls around her to chuckle.

"The Indian Reds are really pleasing fellows, folks, look, they make the ladies of the city laugh."

Seven or eight white men in leather jackets and cowboy hats walked into the middle of the street, stopped Ilya and the others, and sneered, "Indian warriors, now is the time to show your bravery, and hurry up and perform your war dance to the beautiful young ladies, and let us observe the Indians." ”

Ignoring the other party's ridicule, Ilya led the horse in another direction, only to be stopped again by several white men.

"Hey, stinky red, I'm talking to you. Hurry up and perform your war dance for the ladies. ”

"We're not going to show a war dance to white people!"

Provoked twice, an Indian who had followed Ilya roared angrily.

"No, Smelly Red, you're going to dance in front of us."

The white man in the cowboy hat smiled and said to the others next to him, "Guys, how about we bet that the red fans will dance in public?" ”

"James, I bet they won't jump, and if you lose, give me your musket!"

A fat white man with a rosacea nose shouted.

"I'll bet two silver coins he won't jump, James, just wait to lose it."

The noise filled the small street, and more than two dozen white people who were making a lot of fun took out large and small sums of money and staked them on a table facing the street, all staring at Ilya and the others like jokes.

"Fools, keep your eyes open and see how I can win all your money!" Seeing that many people around him were betting and betting, the white cowboy blew his whistle arrogantly, and then, under the attention of everyone, he pulled out the musket written on his waist, pulled the trigger, and quickly shot at the feet of Ilya and several people.

"Bang bang bang", the sudden gunfire temporarily suppressed the white crowd of onlookers, and the three of Ilya jumped up instinctively under the guidance of inertial thinking.

Several gunshots alarmed the three Ye Chenglin on the other side of the street at the same time, Ye Chenglin disguised himself as an Indian and entered Antonio City in order to find out about the Argentine garrison in the city.

At the moment, he gave up continuing to investigate the situation of the garrison in the city, and quickly rushed to the side of the three Iriya.

"Red fans, you don't want to dance the war dance yet."

The white cowboy blew the white smoke from the muzzle of the gun with his mouth and said arrogantly.

"Bastard!"

An Indian rushed forward excitedly and knocked the white cowboy to the ground with a single punch.

"Stinky Hongfan, you dare to hit me!"

The white cowboy covered the swollen half of his face with one hand, and reached for the musket that had fallen to the ground, intending to shoot the other person directly.

The musket was less than a meter away from the white cowboy, if the white cowboy picked up the musket, the Indian who shot was likely to die, the incident happened in just a few seconds, Ilya didn't have time to think in detail, quickly took a few steps forward, and picked up the musket in front of the white cowboy.

"We don't want to make trouble, let them move the gun away, and we'll let you go!" The confrontation formed in an instant, and the three Ilya who did not carry muskets were at an absolute disadvantage, and as a last resort, Ilya threatened the white cowboy with the stolen musket and took him hostage.

"Damn, you can't run away, let me go quickly, otherwise you and the old and young of your tribe will all be finished!"

The situation on the scene is extremely unfavorable for Iriya, and the white cowboy can easily analyze the disadvantages of the other party, so although he was captured as a hostage, his tone is still very arrogant.

"Patriarch, what now?"

The whites besieging them nearby didn't retreat a single step, and an Indian asked nervously.

"Wait, wait, wait until Han friends arrive here!"

Ilya didn't think of a solution to the current predicament, so he could only pin his hopes on Ye Chenglin and the others.

The tense confrontation passed by second, and more than twenty white men with weapons kept forcing the three of Ilya to retreat, and when Ilya was about to retreat to the edge of the wall behind him, suddenly there was a slight sound of blades from behind the white people.

"Poof, poof, poof", as the sound of the blade sounded, several white people on the periphery fell to the ground abruptly, and bright red blood slowly flowed from their bodies to the ground.

"Be careful! They still have the same party! When five or six white corpses fell in a row, the white people who went there finally noticed the abnormality, and the white people who were the first to react shouted in fear.

"Shoot! They're in the back! ”

"Bang bang bang" sparse gunshots rang out in a haphazard manner, but did not hit a single target.

"Bang", a sharp shot came from the opposite side, and the white man who shouted was immediately shot and fell to the ground.

"Jack, are you alright?"

The fat white man with the rosacea nose reached out to help the white man who had been shot, and within two seconds, a gunshot rang out from another place on the opposite side, and the fat white man fell to the ground with a convulsion like his companion.

"Be careful, everyone, they are professional shooters! Don't show your head! ”

"Thomas, their marksmanship is very accurate, let's withdraw, we can't beat them."

"James is still in the hands of the Indians, what if we remove him?"

"We can turn to Major Robert for help, and they will help us rescue James."

"Okay, do as you say."

The number of casualties on this side continued, and after discussing, the surviving more than a dozen white men rationally let go of the siege of Ilya and others, and cautiously retreated from the street entrance. ……

"Patriarch Iria, reinforcements from the white Argentines will arrive soon, let's get out of here quickly."

"The west gate is closest to the street, and we leave from there."

After the six people from the two sides converged, Ilya knew the seriousness of the situation, and did not express his gratitude to Ye Chenglin with greetings, but immediately rode the horse he brought and took the road from Antonio Simon.