"Yes." Blake nodded, "You heard it right, at least a thousand people are needed." ”

Colt was puzzled: "How is this possible? Our war with the Seminoles is only one or two thousand, are there such strong Indians in the west? ”

Blake: "I don't know, my friends told me. ”

After a pause, he continued: "He said that the Indian tribe called the 'Sleeping Bear' had a city of several thousand people, and the warriors were all well-armed and well-formed elites, and it would take at least a thousand men to defeat them. ”

"The army doesn't have the energy to deal with them right now, and the tribe is very well-behaved, neither plundering, nor massacring, nor participating in this war...... It's not easy to find a reason to attack. ”

Colt took a deep breath: "Reason, what reason is needed to deal with these barbarians?" ”

"Indeed." "But no one wants to be scolded by the hypocrites in Congress...... All in all, at least until the end of the Mexican War, there is nothing we can do with these Indians. The military can't take action, and the patent law can't control them. ”

"Can we just watch them steal our orders?" Colt couldn't help but say.

Blake: "As far as I know, the news has reached the president, and I've just sent some people to Washington. If nothing else, we should have dealt with the British diplomatically. ”

Colt sighed slightly and nodded, "Okay." ”

Blake added: "The negotiations with the British will not come to fruition for a while, and the real remedy now is to improve our products as soon as possible." ”

"Colt, you are the most brilliant gunsmith, and I am sure you will be able to make a better revolver than Browning." He put his hand on Colt's shoulder"

Colt's gaze rested on the revolver, his eyes revealing mixed emotions.

He gently stroked the gun and said with emotion: "You know, Blake, when I saw this gun, it felt like I was back in some scenes from my student days. ”

"What do you mean?" Blake asked.

Colt stared at the words on the gun's body and said slowly, "I was faced with a question, I couldn't figure it out, and then the teacher told me the standard answer...... This gun is like a standard answer, and it can almost be described as 'perfect'. ”

Blake: "You mean, you can't make a better revolver?" ”

Colt hesitated: "If there is better quality steel, maybe it is possible." I mean, it's better than all the steel out there. ”

Blake was silent for a moment: "Or you can just make an exact one, anyway, the patent is in your hands." ”

"I know." Kohl nodded, "I'll give you the drawings and the production plan." ”

After Blake left, Colt sat silently in his chair, looking at the near-perfect Browning pistol and the various defective designs of his piled up on the table, feeling more and more depressed.

He felt like he had done a bunch of useless work.

To make matters worse, he is now going to plagiarize.

Although legally, it was the Browning pistol that copied Colt, but when the arrogant firearms genius had to abandon all his past attempts to copy someone else's work, he felt the shame of copying.

"Fack!" He cursed secretly.

Immediately, he suppressed the feelings and obsessions of the designer, and turned to devote himself to the competition of business.

……

On the other side, the arms business in Sleeping Bear City is in full swing.

The fame of the Browning pistol grew, and every once in a while, someone would come here to buy the Browning pistol.

Not only the military, but also many private individuals and caravans will rush to buy Browning pistols.

With the chaos in the Southwest, people made the same choice as later generations of Americans – to buy guns to protect themselves.

Outside Sleeping Bear City, there is a trading place in each of the four directions of the southeast, northwest, and north.

The east and west sites are mainly for civilians, while the north and south sites are dedicated to the military.

The army is undoubtedly a big customer, and for such a large customer, Ma Sentry will always come forward in person. On the one hand, it is a sign of respect, and on the other hand, it is also a pleasure to experience the counting of a large number of gold coins.

Not far north of Sleeping Bear City, Ma Whistle and Chavez are trading arms.

"It's a thousand pistols." He instructed the soldiers to bring over a few boxes of Browning pistols, "You take an inventory." ”

"It's still fifty thousand dollars, right?" Chavez paid for it, many in gold dollars.

"That's right." As you can imagine, most of these dollars and gold coins came from the wrong place, since the Mexican guerrillas attacked both American troops and American residents.

Not long ago, news came from Clark Town that they had spotted a group of Mexican guerrillas who were suspected of playing the town's idea.

In the end, however, the guerrillas did not dare to attack the town.

After all, there are seventy or eighty armed police and troops in Clark Town, and there are people patrolling and standing guard every day, which is obviously not a weak place to be bullied.

"I heard you guys did a big job in Taos City?" Ma Whistle asked.

Chaves nodded, and said with some smugness: "Yes, we also killed Charles Bent - it was this bastard who persuaded my uncle to surrender to the Americans." ”

The two chatted for a moment, and Chaves left Sleeping Bear with a thousand revolvers.

Just a few hours later, Ma Whistle welcomed another important customer at the trading site south of Sleeping Bear City.

"Colonel Donivan, welcome." He shook hands warmly with Donivan and smiled.

Colonel Donivan got straight to the point and said: "Albert, we need two thousand revolvers. ”

The sentry asked, "You have some new troops?" ”

Donivan only said, "In fact, I am about to leave Santa Fe. The Browning pistols were to be shipped to other units, and now everyone needs them. ”

The horse sentry nodded, knowing that Donivan's troops had gone south to fight.

"Good luck to you."

Two thousand Browning is one hundred thousand dollars, and counting the one thousand of Chaves, Sleeping Bear City received a full hundred thousand dollars in one day.

They apparently did not know that when it came to buying weapons, they could almost be described as rubbing shoulders as opposing sides.