Rebirth of South America as King

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The Indians died sharply under white aggression, just as wild wolves became extinct when humans over-produced and expanded to the grasslands.

Patagonian Indian settlements are geographically remote, and Indians who have suffered a sharp decline in prey lack sufficient supplies to survive, so they often need to go to the border areas occupied by white people to trade with them, which is also white. The most effective means of controlling Indians.

The next day, Iliya took the young and middle-aged of the two ethnic groups to the city of Antonio 70 miles away, preparing to trade with the Argentines. Before the trip, Ye Chenglin offered to go to Antonio City with them. After seeing Ye Chenglin's disguise, Ilia agreed to his request. The six-person group took about one hour to ride to the destination.

The city of Antonio is a small seaport in Patagonia. Except for more than 200 Argentine regular troops in the city, most of them are armed militia and rancher farmers who own a lot of land.

Ilia sold two deerskins in the Argentine trade base, used the money sold to buy a small amount of medicine and more than thirty pounds of salt, and then put the remaining money in his pocket and took the horse to prepare On their return, they saw several white teenage girls pouting and pointing at them.

"Look, their faces are so smeared, they don't look like funny clowns."

"No, Laura, the Mapuche are fierce and wild people, they will kill if they start madly."

A fat white woman rolled her eyes pretending to be scared, and made the white young girls around laugh a little.

"Indian Red Fans are really pleasing guys, guys, look, they made all the ladies in the city laugh."

Seven or eight white men in leather jackets and cowboy-style hats came to the middle of the street and stopped the way of the Ilias, mockingly said, "Indian warriors, it is time to show your bravery. Hurry up to the beautiful ladies. Perform your war dance and let us observe the grace of the Indians. "

Iriya ignored the ridicule of the other side and took Ma to turn in the other direction, but was stopped again by several white people.

"Hey, stinky fan, let me talk to you. Hurry up and show your war dance to the ladies."

"We won't perform war dances to white people!"

Provoked twice, an Indian who followed Ilya growled angrily.

"No, smelly red fan, you will definitely dance in front of us."

A white man with a cowboy hat slanted and said to the others next to him, "Guys, let's bet that the fans will dance in public?"

"James, I bet they won't jump. You lose and give me your musket!"

Cried a white fat man with a lees nose.

"I bet two silver coins to bet he won't jump, James, you just have to lose."

Noisy voices filled the small streets. More than two dozen white people took out large and small money and placed them on a street-facing table, all staring at Yilia like joke.

"Fools, open your eyes and see how I can make your money run out!" Seeing many people betting around, the white cowboy blew a whistle arrogantly, then pulled out everyone's attention The musket, which was not written on the waist, pulled the trigger and quickly shot at the feet of Ilia.

"Bang bang", the sudden gunfire calmed the white people on the sidelines, and the three of them jumped instinctively under the guidance of inertial thinking.

Several gunshots simultaneously alarmed the three Ye Chenglin on the other side of the street. Ye Chenglin disguised himself as an Indian and entered the city of Antonio to investigate the situation of the garrison in Argentina. After hearing the gunfire from the city, Ye Chenglin quickly It was noticed that the sound of gunfire was coming from where Iliya remained.

At the moment, he abandoned the investigation of the garrison in the city and quickly rushed to the three of Ilia.

"Red fans, you are not yet dancing."

The white cowboy arrogantly blew the white smoke from the muzzle.

"Asshole!"

An Indian rushed up in excitement, knocking the white cowboy to the ground with one punch.

"Smelly red fan, you dare hit me!"

The white cowboy covered his swollen half face with one hand, and reached out to pick up the musket on the ground, trying to kill the other directly.

The musket is less than one meter away from the white cowboy. If the white cowboy picks up the rifle, the Indians who shot it are likely to be dead. In just a few seconds, Ilia had no time to think in detail and quickly took a few steps forward to catch the white man. The cowboy picked up the musket in front of him. At this time, he saw that the white and strong young man who had grown up suddenly reacted, and took out the rifle and aimed at the three of Ilia.

"We don't want to get in trouble, let them remove their guns, and we'll let you go!" The confrontation formed instantly, and the three Ilias who did not carry the musket were at an absolute disadvantage. As a last resort, Ilia threatened the white cowboy with the rifle that was seized Take him as a hostage.

"Damn, you can't run away, let me go, or you and your tribe will be finished!"

The situation at the scene was extremely unfavorable to Yilia. White cowboys could easily analyze the disadvantages of the other party, so despite being captured as a hostage, the tone was still very arrogant.

"Patriarch, what should we do now?"

The white man who besieged them nearby did not step back, an Indian asked nervously.

"Wait, wait, wait till the Han friends arrive here!"

Ilia did not think of a solution to the immediate dilemma, but only pinned his hopes on the three of Ye Chenglin.

The tense confrontation elapsed in seconds. More than twenty white men with weapons continued to force the three of Ilia to retreat. When Iria was retreating to the edge of the wall behind him, a slight blade sound came from behind the white man. .

"噗, 噗, 噗", with the sound of the blade, several white men on the periphery fell suddenly to the ground, and the red blood slowly flowed from their bodies to the ground.

"Be careful! They still have the same party!" When five or six white corpses fell down, the white people who went there finally noticed the anomaly, and the white people who first reacted shouted in fear.

"Shoot! They are behind!"

"Bang bang" The sparse gunshots rang out, but did not hit a target.

"Bang", a sharp shooting sound came from the opposite side, and the shouting white man immediately shot to the ground.

"Jack, are you okay?"

The white fat man with a distiller's nose stretched out his hand to help the white man with the shot, and within two seconds, a gunshot came from another place across the road, and the white fat man twitched and fell to the ground like his companion.

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"Thomas, their marksmanship is accurate, let's withdraw, we can't beat them."

"James is still in the hands of the Indians. What should we do if he withdraws him?"

"We can ask Major Robert for help and they will help us to rescue James."

"Well, do what you say."

The number of people on our side continued to be killed and injured. After the discussion, the surviving dozens of white and strong men rationally released the siege of Yilia and others and carefully retreated from the street. ...

"Patriarch Ilya, white Argentine reinforcements will soon arrive, and we will leave here quickly."

"The west gate is closest to the street, and we leave from there."

After the two parties and six people converged, Ilia knew the gravity of the situation, and did not express his gratitude to Ye Chenglin, and immediately rode on the horse and brought him out of Antonio Simon.