Chief Chumash was surprised by the horse's reaction: "yes, what's wrong?" ”

"Nothing." "Why did you run from California to this side, I'm afraid it's not easy." ”

"Alas, not because of the war." Chief Chumash sighed, "Now the whole west is in chaos, Americans, Mexicans, robbers...... There are only fifty-three people in our clan, and I'm really worried that we will be exterminated in the attack. ”

"We heard that Sleeping Bear City is willing to accept all the natives, has thousands of invincible warriors, and can defend itself against the plague, so we came here."

Then he bowed to the sentry again: "Thank you for taking us in, Son of the Sky of Apache, for you are as merciful and majestic as the legend says. ”

"Actually, I've been thinking about going to California recently. ”

"Huh?" Chief Chumash was stunned and said in a little panic, "Could it be that Sleeping Bear City is going to move to California?" ”

They had worked so hard to get from California, and it would be in vain if they were to move back now.

Ma Whistle smiled, "No, I just want to build another city in California." ”

Chief Chumash breathed a sigh of relief: "I see, but to be honest, I don't think there's anything good about California either." ”

Ma Whistle: "It's still desolate at the moment, but that doesn't mean it always is. At least California is close to the ocean, which is the richest place in the world, and almost all major cities are not far from it. ”

Chief Chumash didn't seem to understand.

"I haven't been to California, I need some guides and assistants, do you have the right people?" It's a good idea to know a little Apache. ”

Chief Chumash blurted out, "Nonsense, my nephew is that he knows California very well, and he is also the most nostalgic person in the whole clan, and he can't wait to go back!" ”

"What's his name?" Horse whistle asked.

"Nonsense." The interpreter repeated Chief Chumash's reply, "His name is 'nonsense.'" ”

The horse whistle nodded knowingly.

It's a strange name again, but he's not surprised by it.

……

Eastern United States.

Whitneyvale, Connecticut.

The Whitney family is undoubtedly the biggest family in Whitneyville, and in fact, it was Eli Whitney who founded the town, and the famous engineer and entrepreneur named it after his own name.

It is now an important munitions production area, mainly producing firearms, including the revolver invented by Samuel Colt.

- Colt's original company went bankrupt, and he now works with the Whitneys to produce new revolvers from the factory here.

Not long ago, their cooperation got off to a good start, and the new Walker-type revolver was ordered by the US military for a thousand units, and more and more people began to pay attention to this weapon.

Mr. Samuel Colt in the prime of life had reason to believe that he was about to come to the end of his life.

His partner, Eli Whitney Black, the nephew of the great inventor Eli Whitney, also had reason to believe that the cooperation between the two sides could be very lucrative.

However, Colt and Blake's good times did not last long, and they did not usher in the expected bright money.

"Colt, we're in trouble!" Blake hurried to Colt with a gun, looking like he was looking for trouble.

"What's wrong?" Samuel Colt was fiddling with a pile of gun parts with a rifle at hand.

The shape of this rifle is somewhat bizarre, and the biggest feature is that it has a revolver result like a Colt pistol.

It is precisely the revolver rifle.

The revolver was Colt's dream, and he had always wanted to make a popular revolver, but unfortunately it had not been successful.

It can even be said that the obsession with the revolver rifle was also one of the reasons for his bankruptcy.

"Smack!" Blake slapped the revolver in his hand on the table, "Stop tossing your rifle, look at this, our order is going to be finished!" ”

Colt, who had gone bankrupt, had never seen anything before, and slowly looked away from the revolver rifle to look at the pistol that Blake had put down.

But when he looked at it, he realized that he really hadn't seen this meeting.

"It's—" Colt looked at the revolver on the table in disbelief, almost stunned by its exquisite shape.

It was a revolver, but it wasn't from him, or from a poor copycat.

It's a new design.

He stood up, looked at the revolver in his hand repeatedly, and quickly asked, "Where did you get this gun?" ”

"This is what I borrowed from an officer friend who had just returned from the Southwest," Blake said. ”

Colt spun the bullet nest: "I mean...... Who made it? ”

"I don't know." Blake shook his head, "Probably British." ”

"British?"

Blake said slowly: "Strictly speaking, that friend of mine bought this pistol from a group of Indians, but there is no doubt that the Indians could not have invented such a thing. They're nothing more than puppets used by some company to circumvent your patents. ”

"And all indications are that the British produced it, mostly in Oregon or Canada."

Hearing that it was the British, Colt's emotions immediately came up: "Damn the British! ”

"When I went to England to apply for a patent, those Brits kept making things difficult for me...... I still vividly remember the disgusting expression on the face of that patent office official! The experience was clearly annoying to Colt.

Blake also said: "Yes, although there is no tangible evidence yet. But apparently the British, who are fully capable, motivated, and conditioned to do so. ”

"In the Southwest, they sell these pistols in large quantities, many of them to Mexicans. This caused considerable losses to our army, and the British must be very happy now. ”

Colt was silent for half a second: "How many of these pistols are in use?" ”

"Probably thousands." Blake said, then sighed, "The Indians are priced at fifty dollars, think about how much money the British behind them make!" ”

Colt then asked, "Why didn't the army arrest the Indians and let them confess to the British behind them?" ”

Blake shook his head: "Because the army can't do it." ”

Colt: "Why? It's just a bunch of Indians, and as far as I know, we already have tens of thousands of troops on the battlefields of Mexico. ”

Blake: "There are tens of thousands of people, but there are no extra troops. Needless to say, in the south of Mexico, although there were no major battles in the north, the sporadic rebellions were so serious that the army could not draw a thousand troops to attack the Indians. ”

"A thousand?" Colt frowned.