Apache garrison, black police.

Ma Whistle felt that this was not enough, and that he should do some more...... White hostages.

The most suitable hostage is undoubtedly a minor, preferably an ignorant child, not only safe and harmless, but when he grows up, maybe he can become a white-skinned egg man, a spy or something.

In his previous life, Ma Whistle was a physics teacher with excellent business ability, except for the first year of employment, he always made his students get better grades, as well as respect and affection for him.

As a result, he believes that he is better at shaping the spiritual world of children than the vast majority.

"Mayor Thomas, what's your son's name?" Ma Whistle asked.

When Thomas heard this, his face suddenly became frightened, and he hurriedly said: "Don't hurt him, please, he's just a child!" ”

"Wow—" His son cried as well, and Mrs. Thomas hugged him tightly.

"Of course I won't hurt him. I didn't care what I did to you, how could I hurt an innocent child? The horse whistled.

Mayor Thomas hesitated, "He'...... His name was John, John Thomas. ”

Ma Whistle nodded: "He looks very smart, so in the future, I will be his teacher." ”

"What!"

Ma Whistle felt that what he said next sounded like bragging, but it was the truth: "Although my English is not very good, other than that, it is no exaggeration to say that I am one of the best teachers in the world." ”

Thomas, of course, didn't believe it, thinking he was talking big, and clenched his fists and said, "You can't separate me from my son!" ”

"Are you sure?" Ma Whistle frowned.

Thomas was silent for a moment, and he looked around at the Apache warriors, knowing that he didn't really have a choice.

"You...... Guaranteed not to hurt my son? Eventually, he asked.

"As long as you don't hurt my warriors," said the horseman. ”

Thomas understands that the other party wants to use his son as a hostage in order to completely control himself and the entire town.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that this Indian is determined to enslave the white people of the town, and the means are abundant, cunning, and ruthless, and they may never come out!

Is this God's punishment?

Forgive me, God!

At this moment, it seems that Thomas may have turned into the most devout Christian on the planet.

"I hope you'll keep your promise." He sighed and agreed.

Ma Whistle: "Of course, I do what I say. But I also have to remind you that children are more likely to have accidents, and if your son dies unexpectedly, I can't help it. ”

Before the maturity of modern medicine, the human mortality rate was high. Even though it was 1844, untimely death was not uncommon for children.

Thomas knew this, too, so he thought for a moment and asked, "Can I visit?" ”

"Yes."

Thomas finally nodded and said to his son in a choked voice: "Son, promise me not to cry after going over there, and to be obedient, okay?" ”

"Woo-woo-woo......" Little Thomas cried.

Later, Ma Whistle picked about twenty more children, most of them children from wealthy families in the town. On the one hand, the health of the children of the rich is better, and on the other hand, the rich have more influence on the town.

In the process, unsurprisingly, a burst of clashes and cries was triggered, and even a fight almost ensued.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

When the horse whistle heard the sound, he saw that it was a white man who seemed to have taken out a short gun out of nowhere, and an Apache warrior saw this and went over to snatch it, and in the process of scrambling, he misfired his gun, but fortunately did not hit anyone.

"Don't kill him."

The horse sentry walked over, and then asked, "Didn't you just collect all the weapons, where did this gun come from?" ”

"He seems to be a gunsmith." One of the Apache warriors said, "I just found a dozen guns in his house, but I didn't expect to miss one. ”

Gunsmith?

Hearing this, Ma Whistle's eyes suddenly lit up.

Although he also knows a little about firearms, after all, he lacks practice, and can barely repair some minor problems with firearms, but he can't make guns at all. So much so that he had many ideas, but his people still used revolvers that were equivalent to defective products.

Now that the Walker revolver has not yet been launched, this defective product can still be majestic, and when Colt's design matures in the future, the weapon advantage of the Sleeping Bear Clan will be erased.

So there is no doubt that for him, a professional who can make guns is of strategic significance.

"What's your name?" Ma Whistle hurriedly asked.

"You don't want to separate me from my children!" The white man was red-faced, and he still looked like he was going to fight desperately when he was being held up by two Apaches, "Dirty and stupid barbarian, I'll fight with you!" ”

The horse whistle said, "Are you a gunsmith?" If you answer truthfully, maybe I can not break you up with your children. ”

When the white man heard this, his emotions calmed down: "Of course, I am the best gunsmith within a radius of five hundred miles, and no one knows how to make guns better than me!" ”

"So, what's your name?"

"William Browning."

Ma Whistle was shocked when he heard this: "Your surname is Browning?" ”

Browning!

This name can be said to be known to everyone, not to mention gun lovers, who will not be unfamiliar if they have watched a little war movie.

John Moses Browning, one of the most eminent gunsmiths.

Of course, the big man was active in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, and died in 1926 – a year for which Ma Whistle was sensitive, and was either young or unborn. So Ma Whistle wondered if the gunsmith surnamed Browning in front of him would be Browning's father.

After all, as far as he knew, Browning's son inherited his father's business, and his father was also a gunsmith, and his name was not clear.

He glanced at William Browning's children, one older and one young.

Well...... It seems that he may have thought too much, this is just a surname, not the father of the Browning master in later generations.

Although most of them have nothing to do with the real Browning, Ma Whistle still hopes that this one can be worthy of the surname.

"Mr. Browning, as long as you are willing to make me a gun, I will not break up your family." "And I'll pay you at the market price." ”

This doesn't sound like a harsh condition, but considering that the Indians are in high demand, it can even be considered good business.

"Really?" Browning was a little incredulous.

Ma Whistle smiled: "Of course, I'm not a barbarian, and I know very well the 'spirit of contract' that you white people often talk about. ”

"Well, I promise you." Browning nodded and smiled, "I have to say, you still have a little knowledge, hehe." ”

Ma Whistle said with satisfaction: "Very good, since this is the case, then bring your family and go back to the clan with me." ”