Thomas tried to get his gun back, but the other party immediately kicked him in the stomach, causing him to kneel on the ground in pain.

"Daddy, Daddy!" The little boy cried.

Ma Whistle looked at the father and son and said in Comanche: "Is he the Thomas?" ”

"That's right, it's him!" Behind him, a Comanche man stepped forward and pointed out.

"Tie up all the people in this room and take them outside." The horse whistle ordered, and several Apache warriors tied up Thomas and dragged them all the way outside.

The battle is almost over.

The Apache were fierce in firepower, the whites in the town were no match in the first place, and with the lack of defense, the battle was one-sided at the beginning.

A few words of English taught to the soldiers also played a big role, and hearing the slogan "Surrender or kill", many panicked whites simply chose to surrender, laid down their arms, and were driven to an open field in the center of the town.

In a short time, the entire white people of the town, including the mayor's family, men, women, and children, were gathered here.

Of course, there are also some corpses.

There were always those who resisted to the end, but in the face of the rain of Apache revolvers, their resistance was doomed to failure.

The bodies of a dozen white men were dragged one after another and piled up in front of the townspeople, and the bloody scene made the children and some women cry.

Naturally, the captured Twin Wolf Chieftain and the others were also rescued, and they came to the horse whistle, excited, and thanked them repeatedly: "I don't know how to express my gratitude!" Without your help, the entire Twin Wolf Clan could be in a desperate situation! ”

Ma Whistle smiled: "It is incumbent on the white people to be the common enemy of all aborigines. ”

The Twin Wolf Chief nodded: "That's right, these filthy and shameless guys must be punished!" ”

After a few more moments, Ma Sentry estimated that all the white townsfolk had been gathered, and they numbered about four or five hundred, all disheveled, shivering in the cold wind.

They wept and talked, looking fearfully and helplessly at the gun-wielding Apache around them.

In addition to the whites, there were dozens of black slaves in the town, who were also driven away by the Apache and slightly separated from the white townspeople.

Although these black slaves were also shivering in the cold wind, they were less afraid, and they were all adults, and they did not cry much, and their faces were more dazed, and they looked at each other at a loss.

"Tick-"

The horse whistle put his finger to his lips and blew a loud and rapid whistle, which penetrated into the dark night and soared into the sky.

Hearing this sharp whistle, the white people couldn't help but be much quieter.

"You understand why this attack is - revenge!" "You have treacherously killed and captured my native people. But you don't know that times have changed. ”

He couldn't help but think back to the corpses of those relatives who had lost their scalps one day in 1840.

This made his emotions fluctuate, and he suddenly clenched his fists and said: "The master of this continent will no longer let you be humiliated, and every killing and offense you will reap a blood-stained revenge!" ”

The horse whistle quickly regained its composure.

Because he felt that the tone and actions he had just shouted for revenge were too much like that of a certain Adolf, and that it wasn't technically an unintentional result.

When he said the words killing and revenge, and when he looked at the white people trembling in front of him, he did have in his mind the excitement and almost madness of Adolf's speech.

This made him subconsciously have an urge to imitate, and made him seem to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood lurking in front of history.

His thin Indian personality seemed to yearn for such violent revenge and killing......

Ma Whistle would not let his desires get carried away by his mind, so he immediately extinguished these thoughts, regained his composure, and his expression became calm again.

Then he frowned, as if sensing something, and turned his head to see that Mayor Thomas seemed to be looking at him just now.

Mayor Thomas hurriedly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head, but his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Fear welled up in his heart.

For the first time in his life, he felt such a strong fear because of an Indian.

In a brief encounter, the young Indian leader in front of him showed a series of traits beyond his imagination.

Astonishingly physique and strength, able to speak at least three languages - Thomas can distinguish between Comanche and Apache, and has a well-trained and formidable warrior at his disposal, a bloodthirsty thirst for revenge, and the ability to quickly break away from this desire......

An Indian with any of these qualities would be a difficult fellow.

And the Indians who possess all these qualities...... Thomas didn't know how to describe it.

When did the Indians have such leaders?

Not only Thomas, but when the horse whistle clenched his fists and shouted blood-stained revenge, all the white townspeople felt a deep fear, and the fate of death seemed to be imminent.

"Chief, what are you going to do with them?" Thick Shoulder asked.

Ma Whistle said: "If we surrender and don't kill, of course we have to keep our promises." ”

Thick shoulders were stunned: "Do you want to let them go like this?" ”

"Not really." "Slaughter is inefficient revenge, and we have a better way." ”

He then said to the white man in English: "Frankly, I would love to kill you. Tear off your scalps with your own hands, sew them up, and make them into low-quality leather boots. ”

The white townspeople were even more frightened, and the children and women were crying and screaming loudly again.

Ma Whistle said: "But I will keep my promise." My warriors said surrender and don't kill, and you laid down your arms, so I won't kill you. ”

Hearing the news, most of the white townspeople were stunned for a moment, and then they were surprised.

"He said he wouldn't kill us!"

"We don't have to die!"

The corner of Ma Whistle's mouth hooked: "Don't be too happy, you don't have to die, but you have to pay for other things." ”

This was not surprising to the white townspeople, who seemed to them not to kill the Indians, but it was always inevitable that they would break their fortunes.

But Ma Whistle's next words were completely beyond their expectations.

"I announce that from now on, this town will be renamed 'Clark Town' and will be the territory of the Sleeping Bear Clan." Ma Whistle said, "The Sleeping Bear Clan will be stationed here for a long time to manage order in the town. ”

This is his deliberate plan, and in his opinion, it is too inefficient to use these whites to kill or rob them. It is better to use it as a leek garden, use it for a long time, and absorb its civilization foundation.

Of course, there are some difficulties in the implementation of this plan.

The U.S. government doesn't have to worry about it for the time being, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and there is not even a state government.

President John Taylor, the only U.S. president in history to be expelled from the party, is pushing through the annexation bill at all costs, striving to achieve the annexation before getting out of the White House.

The real difficulty lies in how to manage the white townspeople in the town, how to keep them from resisting, not running away, and being a group of qualified leeks at a lower cost.

In this regard, Ma Whistle also thought of some solutions.

First, he set his sights on the black slaves next to the white townspeople......