North America 1849, from Gold Rush to Warlord

Chapter 47 The Indians Are Coming
After making these harsh remarks, A-Zu assigned tasks on the spot.

If they encounter foreign invasion, the Chinese will be led by Ayan and the whites will be led by Harley.

Everyone works in shifts. After working at Golden Lake for four days, they will go to the guard tower for one day to rest and recover their strength.

The reason why A-Zu announced these arrangements on the first day after gold mining was that he did so deliberately.

He wanted everyone to see the initial results so that his words would carry more weight and everyone would be more convinced.

Once an enemy attack occurs, these words will have a greater and more direct effect.

Over the next two days, as A-Zu had expected, as the lake water was pumped shallower and shallower, the exposed lake bottom area became larger and larger, the ore sand was mined deeper and deeper, and the gold content became higher and higher.

More and more gold is found every day.

In just three days, the amount of gold mined each day increased from more than 500 ounces to just over 600.

Every day when weighing the gold is the most exciting, happiest and most relaxing moment for everyone, as if all the fatigue brought by a whole day of high-intensity work has been swept away.

Everyone was full of energy. They were hand-picked by A-Zu one by one from hundreds of people. They were all very good in both physique and character.

On the evening of the fourth day, A-Zu, who had stopped the ore washing machine and was collecting gold with Jason, suddenly heard a crisp gunshot.

"problem occurs!"

A Zu raised his head from the ore washing machine and looked in the direction of the gunshot: "Jason, you continue to collect gold, I'll go see what's going on."

"Okay!" Jason didn't say anything extra.

"Ayan, bring your men and follow me!"

A Zu shouted at A Yan, then ran out first in the direction of the gunshot.

Running along the downward dry riverbed and turning a 180-degree bend, four watchtowers and wooden walls built on both sides of the dry riverbed came into view.

At this time, the people on duty in the watchtower were already facing a powerful enemy, with several black gun muzzles raised and aimed at the front.

"Uncle Jiu, what's going on?"

A-Zu ran to a watchtower and shouted up at it.

Uncle Jiu is also from the same village and clan. Although he is a generation older, he is still less than 30 years old. It is his turn to be on duty today.

"Azu, In...Indian!"

"what?"

A-Zu used his hands and feet to quickly climb up the watchtower.

"Azu, look!"

Uncle Jiu handed over a monocular telescope and pointed it into the distance.

A-Zu took the telescope and looked in the direction of Uncle Jiu's finger.

Sure enough, there were more than a dozen Indians riding on spotted horses, wearing feather crowns on their heads, with oil paint on their faces, covered with buffalo skins, and carrying spears, stone axes and bows and arrows, approaching slowly along the river.

The distance was still a bit far, so A Zu said calmly: "Uncle Jiu, go and call old Martinez over."

Old Martinez is a Spaniard. He lived in California during the Spanish period and worked as a gunner on a Spanish warship. He is in his early fifties and has had many dealings with Indians. He can speak some Indian language.

A-Zu brought this old guy along because he was the only one among his men who could speak some Indian.

At such an old age, he can no longer pan for gold and can only do some logistical work in mechanical maintenance.

Old Martinez was quickly brought over by Uncle Jiu. The old guy climbed up the watchtower and lay there, gasping for breath.

"Boss, the Indians are coming?"

"Yes, look!"

Azu handed him the monocular.

"Old Ma, you can speak Indian, right?"

"Indian languages ​​are divided into many language families, and I only know one or two of them...!" Old Martinez looked through the telescope for a while, put it down, and his face looked very ugly: "Blackfoot!" "Blackfoot? How do you know? Are they very strong and powerful?" A Zu asked.

"The Blackfoot have diamond-shaped tattoos on their foreheads!"

"Also, look at their boots, they're all deerskin dyed black!"

Old Martinez continued, "The Blackfeet, maybe a little bit less powerful than the Comanches and Apaches, but in California and Nevada, the Blackfeet are the most powerful."

Old Martinez's face was heavy. "Boss, let me give you a piece of advice. These are just Blackfoot scouts. Don't fight them if you can. Even if you kill them all, it's useless. Hundreds of Blackfoot will rush over, and each one can drown us with a pee."

"Of course it's best not to fight!" A Zu replied, "But will they listen to what we say?"

"Haha, I can speak a few words of the Blackfoot language. Indians are not beasts, so of course we can communicate. The prerequisite is that they have no grudge against you, and they can recognize you and meet their requirements."

A Zu pondered for a moment, looked at the Blackfoot tribe approaching step by step, and suddenly patted Lao Ma on the shoulder and said, "Let's go and meet the Blackfoot tribe!"

"What...? Just the two of us?"

"Yes, just the two of us. This way we can appear sincere and show that we are not afraid of them!"

As Zu spoke, he climbed down the watchtower, and old Martinez quickly followed.

Ayan and Harley, with thirty or forty people, were already waiting behind the wooden wall.

When they encountered a real enemy for the first time, almost everyone's face was filled with tension, and there was also a hint of excitement.

Dozens of black gun muzzles extended from the firing ports, aiming at the Blackfoot people who were approaching step by step a few hundred meters away.

"Ayan, Harley, don't shoot, let me go up and talk to them first!"

"What? Boss, you're going up there alone to talk?"

"And Old Ma!"

"Just the two of you, going up there... to die?"

"Bah! Stop talking nonsense! Remember, you are not allowed to shoot without my order!"

As soon as he finished speaking, A Zu opened the door on the wooden wall and walked out without looking back.

Old Martinez followed behind A-Zu leisurely, and there was no fear on his face.

After all, he is an old hand who has worked on a warship and has seen big scenes, so he is a bit brave.

On A-Zu's waist, there was only an M1848 Colt revolver, and two simple grenades were hung behind him.

Old Martinez didn't even have a grenade, only a pistol on his waist.

"Boss, are you really going to take down the Blackfoot tribe alone?"

"Don't you still have Old Ma?"

"Haha, I've lived enough as an old man. I'll just die if I want to. But you're still so young and smart. It would be a pity if you died!"

Old Ma answered slowly.

A Zu didn't answer. He squatted down, picked up a handful of black mud from the dry river, and drew two lines on his face.

Old Ma looked at him and said in surprise, "Boss, don't tell me, you Chinese and Indians can't be said to look very similar, we can only say that they are exactly the same!"

"We all have a common ancestor, how can we look different?"

"What...?" Old Ma was shocked. "How is it possible that you Chinese and Indians have a common ancestor?"

"Haha!" A Zu smiled coldly.

"It was us Chinese who discovered America! Not you white people!"

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