The two have obviously known each other for a long time and are old acquaintances, so after meeting, they first chatted about a lot of trivial things in life, and asked for warmth.

“...... How is your son doing? Amicho took a sip of the wine in his glass, and the conversation between the two of them was about children.

"I sent them to Lexington to study," Margovin said. I hope they will become lawyers in the future, especially Joseph, I even think he has a talent for politics. ”

"Talent in politics?" Amicho didn't know what talent it took to go into politics.

The corners of Margofen's mouth hooked: "I mean, that kid has been very good at lying since he was a child. ”

Amicho laughed and shook his glass, "Haha, indeed." But I have to say that politics is more than just lying. ”

"Of course, politics also requires being well-informed, adaptable, and aware of current affairs." "Actually, Amicho, I'm not here for business. ”

Amicho seemed to have some anticipation, and stopped shaking the wine glass in his hand and waited for the next step.

"Stephen Carney's army is coming." Margoffin lowered his voice, "And a lot, Fort Leavenworth almost poured out, and they also captured a group of Mormons...... There were almost five thousand men in total, and they would soon come to attack Santa Fe. ”

"Five thousand!" Amicho was taken aback, "Are you sure?" ”

Margovin nodded solemnly: "I saw it with my own eyes." Not only are they numerous, but they are also well-armed and have many advanced new weapons. ”

Amicho's brow furrowed, a gloomy look lingering on her face.

Margophin was not surprised by his reaction, and even snickered in his heart in advance.

After all, the governor is probably best known for being scared off a few years ago by a Texas army a hundred and forty miles away, less than half his number.

Amicho had some victories, but Margofen, an old friend, knew that those victories were not commanded by Amicho himself.

"For them, Santa Fe isn't the only goal, not even the number one goal." "I don't know if you remember Polk's campaign goals. ”

The president of the United States, who works eighteen hours a day and is a near-ascetic, has made California one of his most important goals. In this war, Polk's army would sweep across the West, from New Mexico to California, and he would have his sights set on all territories. ”

After a pause, Margovin continued: "But you know I have something to do with Washington, and I've got a chance for you. ”

"What chance?"

Margofin: "As long as you are willing to give up your resistance and surrender Santa Fe and New Mexico peacefully, Carney's army will not harm you, nor will they massacre or plunder the city of Santa Fe." ”

"Not only that, but you'll also receive a $30,000 prize for your contribution to peace."

Thirty thousand dollars!

Amicho is an excellent corrupt official.

Still, it's a number that strikes his heart.

Margofen paid attention to his expression and continued: "Think about it, Mexico could not have fought the United States in the first place, the destiny is clear, and the vast fertile land should belong to the United States, why do you have to fight meaninglessly? ”

"The peaceful surrender of Santa Fe City is both good for yourself and for the relief of the suffering of the Mexican people...... When the time comes, you will still not lose the governor's position, and the country will be safe and happy, wouldn't it be beautiful? ”

When he said the last sentence, Margofen spoke in a beautiful and tactful tone, and spread his hands.

Amicho was not a firm man in the first place, at least not on the issue of struggle.

So, with Margofen's kind words, his heart was soon shaken, like butter that melted quickly.

"Bang!" However, at this moment, three young men suddenly pushed the door in, and it was Amicho's nephew, Manuel Chaves, and Colonel Achulita was among them.

"Uncle, I heard that an American is coming?" Chaves's voice rang out at the same time as the door was pushed.

Then as soon as he entered the door, he saw Margofen and his eyes narrowed: "It turned out to be you, Mr. James Margofen." ”

"Oh, Chaves, long time no see." Margovin hurriedly got up, squeezed out a smile, tried to look as natural as possible, and prepared for a warm hug.

Chaves looked at each other coldly and took a step back: "The United States and Mexico have declared war on each other, and we are enemies now!" ”

Amicho frowned: "Chaves, Margovin is our old friend, you are too unkind." ”

"I don't care if it's close or not." Chaves blurted out, then walked up to Amicho, "Uncle, don't tell me you were just talking about surrender. ”

Amicho was silent.

The answer couldn't be more obvious.

Chavez was not surprised by this, he knew his uncle's personality.

He turned his head to look at Margovin again: "Go back and tell your boss that Santa Fe City will not surrender, we will resist to the end!" ”

Margovin hesitated: "Chaves, it's not a question of surrender or resistance. I think we should be more concerned about the casualties, you should know that the United States is far more powerful than Mexico—"

Chaves raised his hand and interrupted him: "I know what you want to say. Maybe the United States does have a good chance of winning, but even if it is doomed, I will not surrender without a fight, I am a soldier! ”

After a pause, he continued, "What's more, I don't think you have a good chance of winning. ”

Margoffin heard a confidence that surprised him, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why?" ”

"Because ......," Chavez seemed to think for a moment, "because we are on the side of justice and civilization." ”

"Hah!" Margofen really couldn't hold back, he thought it was some big reason, but he didn't expect it to be such a thing that could be described as stupid.

He felt that even his youngest son, who was not yet ten years old, would not say such stupid things.

As a young man, Chaves's sudden stupidity struck him in wonder. When he heard this, he felt like he was choking on water.

"Mr. Chaves, you should grow up, and you should know that this is the least worthless of words." Margovin said, and gradually lost her restraint and politeness.

"Regardless of the facts, all people will consider themselves righteous and civilized, and even the Indians will not admit that they are barbarians!" He asked, "Tell me, who in this world would say, 'I am a barbarian?'" Tell me! ”

"But facts are facts. Civilization will not be barbaric because it claims to be barbaric, and barbarism will not be civilized because it claims to be civil. It is an indisputable reality that America is becoming more prosperous, and it is God's will – America is destiny! ”

Chavez suddenly pulled a revolver from his waist and pressed it against Margofen's head.

Margofen's brain instantly cooled, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead: "Chaves, calm down...... There was some misunderstanding between us, and I thought we could talk about it. ”

"No, there was no misunderstanding between us, you were right." Chaves stared at him, "So I decided to tell you the answer." ”

"What answer?" Margophin didn't react.

At the same time, he suddenly stared, but he noticed that Chavez seemed to be holding a ...... in his hand Browning revolver

Wait, how come there are Browning revolvers here!

Margophin wanted to ask, but alas.

"Bang!" Only one gunshot was heard, and the bullet passed through his skull.

"The answer is - I'm a barbarian!" Chaves said coldly.

Margovin obviously didn't hear that, and for him, the answer was actually a bullet.