I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Fortunately, Zhu Fugui still has a mercenary regiment that hasn't had time to change clothes yet.

These tribal warriors dressed in traditional Indian costumes, or to put it bluntly, dressed like beggars, with feathers on the back of their heads, are like 100 dollars who can ride horses one by one in the eyes of white people.

Let them provoke the 0th Cavalry and the Seattle town government. Yasuo, who is no less than his own 17/[-], plays the flute in the middle, which is definitely full of effects.

After unanimous discussion among the courtiers, it was decided that it was time for these Yin mercenaries with amazing appetites to repay the cultivation of the party-state.

Following the order of the Ministry of War, the foreign mercenary regiment set off immediately, and they were about to start the first shot of the Great Ming Seattle self-defense counterattack.

Chapter 157 The Missing Heifer

Seattle Town, Gray Dove Bar.

If Donald was here, he would recognize his old acquaintance, Sheriff Gore.

When Donald first came to the coal mine to take office, he hired two cowboys as bodyguards through Gore's network.

Later, he was captured by Daming, and at one point even reported Gore's name, hoping to scare off those barbaric "Indians".

Of course, what kind of character is Gore?

Donald remembered him, but he couldn't remember a fat sheep he had slaughtered casually.

In fact, Gore, the sheriff, has more power than the police chief that many people think.

The sheriff of the western region generally refers to "Sheriff", which is different from the general police "police".

A more accurate translation of Sheriff should be the so-called "sheriff".

"Vice Sheriff" is the deputy of "Sheriff", known as Deputy Sheriff or Deputy Sheriff.

The reason to make this distinction is because there is a big difference between a sheriff and a police officer.

The police are appointed by regional heads such as town mayors and mayors.

The sheriff, like the mayor, is elected by the district, and is generally the person with the most abundant martial arts in the local area.

This is also why, in later generations of Western films, the police are generally a bunch of rich and poor, but the sheriffs are all masters of marksmanship.

And since your mayor is also an elected official, my sheriff is also an elected official, and I still have guns in my hand, so in many cases, the sheriff of the western town is the real local emperor.

In the previous town of Bremerton, the mayor was suppressed by the sheriff.

But now in the coal mines of Daming, Bud, the former mayor of Bremerton, has successfully counterattacked and has become a white slave who is trusted by Chinese executives. He can eat an extra bowl of rice for every meal.

In the town of Seattle, the situation is similar.

Gore's words are far more useful than the mayor. Gore and his men not only manipulated the town's gambling industry and winery, but are also trying to control next year's election.

Today, he and his confidantes are discussing this matter while drinking in the Gray Pigeon Bar.

A deputy fired Gore and said: "Boss, do we really not care about the Bremerton thing? The news from the east is not that the master is going to be in Washington (not the Washington of the capital, It's Washington in the Northwest Territories), and we have to get Bremerton into Seattle before that!"

Another cowboy also echoed: "Although Bremerton is a small place, there is a coal mine and a lot of fertile land. As long as we wipe out those Indians, they will all be ours! And it's legal!"

Gore smoked a cigarette with a gloomy face, and said: "Gary Owen has such a big appetite, he actually wants a commission of 800 US dollars, and this is only his personal money, not including the army's pension funds and marching expenses." Subsidies! Add those together, at least $3000!"

"3000 USD?"

All the younger brothers were speechless.

It's true that they control Seattle, but that doesn't make them rich.

In the west of this era, only a few people truly realized the "American Dream", and most of them were far poorer than the industrial workers on the eastern seaboard.

Many so-called free cowboys in the West have never seen a full dollar in their entire lives.

Gore was certainly worth more than $3000, but he certainly wasn't going to do it with his small coffers.

And in the final analysis, Gary Owen is an officer of the Federal Army. Isn't the purpose of their deployment in the Northwest to fight against the Indians?

What he's doing now is completely extorting bribes openly!

It's just that in today's world, if a big city like New York and Chicago is full of gangsters, but at least has a little bit of law, then the Wild West is completely out of law.

Gore, who has made his fortune by guns himself, is well aware of the power of the cavalry regiment.

"What does the town government say?"

"Do you still need to ask? That old guy Lewis still refuses to raise taxes, but he will step down next year. Then you let Franky and the others check the accounts and try to send this damned donkey to prison."

……

Because Washington State has not yet been established, naturally there is no state legislative power.

At present, in addition to paying taxes directly to the federal government, the town government raises its own funds, which means it can legally establish its own tax items.

In the town of Seattle, apart from people like the federal tax officer, Gore dared not mess with anyone else that Gore would not dare to mess with.

Currently, the only one who dares to oppose him is Mayor Lewis.

Lewis was close to many businessmen in the town who were activists against raising taxes.

This time, they did not unexpectedly obstruct Gorga's proposal to collect a "special Indian security tax".

What a bunch of idiots, how can there be a peaceful business environment if you don't spend money?

Gore looked down on this group of short-sighted and unprogressive guys.

Gore would have hired outlaws to kill him if he didn't think he could legally kill Lewis next year.

Now we can only hope that the Indians can beat this group of stubborn old people and let them know that money cannot be saved.

Just when Gore and his gang were three-point drunk, a cowboy ran over in a panic:

"Boss, Lewis asked you to go to the conference hall!"

"Oh, did the old guy figure it out?" Gore grabbed the cowboy over and asked with drunken eyes.

"No, the Indians, the Indians shot the brown paper into town!"

"Oh?" Gore's eyes lit up.

……

When Gore came to the conference hall, there were already several town councilors sitting in the conference hall, as well as a Mr. judge appointed by Ellensburg.

"What happened, Lewis?"

Gore knew that other people were just decorations, either his younger brother or Lewis' accomplice, so he went directly to Lewis and asked.

Lewis, a skinny middle-aged man, picked up a piece of brown paper from the table and handed it to Gore, "This was shot by an Indian rider at the gate of the town an hour ago. You can see for yourself."

"Colonists: Hello, yesterday our department lost a cow that was about to give birth. According to the survey of experts in veterinary medicine, footprint science, and cow prenatal care, it was found that the cow probably entered the town of Seattle. Please cooperate with the investigation .We'll be back at 5pm tonight!"

After reading the letter, Gore was left with question marks.

"Are these Indians crazy? Asking us to investigate because of a cow?"

"Your Excellency Gore, don't forget that this group of Indians broke through Bremerton. They may be quite powerful, and they may even be the main force of the Sioux!"

"Then what do you mean? Do you really want to find them the damn cow? I think these shameless Indians are just short of food after winter and want to fight the autumn wind! If you want to solve the problem once and for all, you still have to pay more !” Gore said, slapping the table.

"Strengthen the town's defenses, and wait until night to see what these barbarians mean." Lewis frowned, knowing that he might no longer be able to turn a blind eye to the banditry.

Gore sneered, "The town's defenses? Our town is not a small place like Bremerton. Even if a thousand Indians come, we won't be afraid!"

Chapter 158 Fierce battle in front of the town

"Oh my god, why are there so many Indians, at least seven or eight hundred!"

When it was dusk, Gore hid in the fortifications and looked shiveringly at the Indian team in the distance.

This team is so huge, and almost everyone is riding a horse, it looks like a formidable opponent.

Although Gore said proudly before that he would not be afraid of even a thousand Indians, he still trembled a little when he saw it.

After all, it has been a long time since there has been a team of Indians with more than 300 people in this area.

But if you really want to attack the town, the seven or eight hundred Indians are not enough.

The security team and the sword of justice militia in Gore's hands have reached 3000 people, and their weapons are far better than these Indians with old-fashioned rifles.

But the problem is that these Indians are all cavalry, and if they wantonly destroy the trade roads, it will cause heavy losses to the trade of Seattle Town.

In fact, since the end of last year, Gore, the Seattle sheriff, has received many reports of missing persons.

But what is puzzling is that they don't seem to be keen on raiding caravans, and have no intention of plundering food and supplies.

This also caused the town council to be unable to pass the tax increase to exterminate the Indians, which made Gore quite unhappy.

"Who is the mayor!"

At this time, a tall and burly Indian took a step forward and shouted from a safe distance, his English was actually quite standard.

Lewis and Gore looked at each other and nodded.

Although there are differences in policies and powers, they are consistent in their attitudes towards Indians.

That is, these barbaric peoples must be wiped out.

But before that, it would be a safe way to use some words to stabilize the opponent.

"I am the mayor!"

Lewis picked up a tin trumpet and replied: "Your Excellency, we have not found any cows from your tribe, but for regional peace, we are willing to send a cow to show our goodwill!"

"You are mistaken, mayor, what we lost is not an ordinary heifer, but a pregnant heifer!"

The Indian who shouted was Yin Were.

In order to control the mercenary corps and slightly improve their combat effectiveness, Yin Weasel and the instructor corps settled in and were responsible for tactical guidance.

"And according to the veterinarian, she's pregnant with decamerlets, her mother, her mother's mother, mother's mother's mother is all pregnant with tentuplets, she's a cow with an excellent heritage, so you're going to pay us Triple square cow of tribe ten!"

Both Lewis and Gore froze.

You look at me, I look at you.

"What does ten to the third power mean?"

Both illiterate minds were confused.

The deputy town mayor who is responsible for collecting taxes still knows a little math, "That Indian wants us to return them a thousand cows!"

"Bah, you savages, you are committing a crime, you are blackmailing God's chosen people, what awaits you is the gallows!"

Gore was angry, and the commander had already ambushed the fast gunners to shoot.

It's just that he didn't expect that there would be so many Indians before, and the number of fast gunners prepared was a bit small, only a dozen or so.

Yin Were then ordered the Yin people to fight back.

Since the distance between the two sides was more than 200 yards, there was a crackling fight, and no one was hurt.

At this time, the town suddenly burst into flames.

It turned out that while the Yin people were provoking at the front gate, the white boy spies sent by Jin Yiwei also took this opportunity to set fire in the town.

While setting fire, they shouted "The Indians are coming in!" "The Indians are coming in!"

The fires caused by high fuel value gasoline spread quickly, and people echoed what they said, so fear and rumors spread quickly.

Seeing such a situation, Gore could only order the security guards to retreat, go back to the town to put out the fire, and eliminate the sneaking "Indians" by the way.

Seeing the opportunity, Yin Were and the instructors led by him decisively launched a cavalry charge, backstabbing the security team at close range.

Some of the Yin mercenaries were also encouraged, they raised their whips to keep up, and untied their spears from behind to assassinate the enemy.

However, they obviously lack the training of modern cavalry charge, their formation is scattered and their acceleration is slow.

At this time, the deputy chief of police came to meet the boss with a militiaman. They fired and shot, and several Yin mercenaries fell off their horses.

But at the same time, the spears of the Yin people also pierced the vests of the security guards.

Then, the Yin people turned back to the pier and ran out of a dangerous distance, and once again shot at the security guards on the bunker for a while, then brought their injured and dead companions, and shouted the villain slogan "We will come back", The tide receded.

……

When the sun shines on the town of Seattle again, this rather prosperous town looks a little embarrassed.

Because the buildings are mostly wooden, the biggest damage last night came from the fire.

A total of 25 houses and shops were burned down, and more than 30 people were burned. The property damage is conservatively estimated at more than 2000 US dollars.