Chapter 154: [Samuel Brannan]

Although Sartre tried to hide in the crowd out of hope, too many people knew him as the former owner of this place and the largest and most brutal slave owner.

"It's him, it's him, it's him!" After being pointed out by several slaves, the Apache soldiers pulled out a fat, bald middle-aged man from the crowd, "John Sutter, the most evil man in all of California!"

Ma Shao looked at Sutter and said slowly: "Mr. Sutter, unfortunately, according to Apache law, your promised land is... the execution ground."

Sartre was horrified and said quickly: "You...you said you wouldn't kill those who surrender!"

"Surrender can eliminate hostility, but it cannot eliminate sin." Ma Shao said lightly, "You believe in God, right?"

"Yes..." Sartre responded tremblingly.

Ma Shao: "Then let God forgive you. My mission is to send you to God."

"No, no--" Sutter howled in despair, but was held down by two strong Apache soldiers.

Ma Shao officially pronounced his death sentence: "John Sutter has committed countless crimes, including intentional injury, slavery, and intentional homicide... He is sentenced to death by firing squad according to the law and will be executed immediately."

After the verdict, he did not order the soldiers to execute Sartre.

Instead, he looked at the white people and said, "My soldiers and I are a little tired. Is there anyone among you willing to execute Sartre for me?"

The white people looked at each other, at a loss.

Ma Shao added: "This is a rare opportunity. If anyone is willing to do this for me, I will give him some very good rewards, such as... appointing him as the civil governor of the white people."

There was some commotion among the crowd, but still no one stood up.

"To be honest, I am a little tempted, but Mr. Sartre helped me..."

"It's shameful to do this!"

To the Indians, John Sutter was the most wicked man in California, or at least one of the most wicked.

But to white people, Sartre is still a good man, kind and generous, and has a good relationship with others.

It wasn't until almost a minute later that someone finally decided to take the benefit.

"Respected Chief, I am willing to serve you and execute this heinous guy!" A voice came from the crowd.

Ma Shao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in his twenties or early thirties walking out of the crowd. He had a beard that was groomed fairly neatly.

"Oh my God, Brannan, you can't do this!" the white people said.

"You shameless bastard!" Sartre glared at the man angrily, "I helped you, I let you open a store here, but you betrayed me!"

Brannan ignored it.

Ma Shao looked at him: "What's your name?"

"Samuel Brannan," Brannan said.

"Brannan..." Ma Shao frowned slightly.

He had some impression of the name, and it seemed that he was an extremely important figure, or even the most important figure, in the California Gold Rush.

But he had long forgotten the details.

After thinking for a few seconds without any clue, he stopped thinking: "Very good, Brannan."

He signaled to Du Tiao with his eyes, and Du Tiao immediately made Sartre face the crowd, kneeled on the ground, and handed Brannan a pistol.

"Brannan, let me tell you something about biology," Du Tiao said. "A bullet to the head may not necessarily kill a person, but a bullet to the back of the head will definitely kill a person. This is the quickest way to die."

"Really?" Brannan heard this for the first time.

If a white scientist told him this, he would probably believe it, but when an Indian told him this, he couldn't help but doubt it.

"Now, shoot him in the back of the head, and you will find that he will stop breathing instantly." Du Tiao pointed at the back of Sartre's head.

Brannan held the revolver and pointed it at the back of Sutter's head.

At the same time, Du Tiao stood behind him, watching his movements.

Brannan looked a little nervous, with sweat visible on his palms, and not just because he was going to kill someone.

More importantly, while killing Sutter, he also had to face more than a hundred white people in front of him.

He could feel the gazes of the crowd, and these contemptuous and hateful looks made him feel uncomfortable.

But Brannan had already thought of his options, and he knew that the future of Sutter's Fort belonged to the Apaches.

Under the guard of these fierce and ferocious soldiers, no one could break into this already strong fortress.

The U.S. military would not rescue Fort Sutter, and would probably even be secretly delighted.

There are some American citizens here, like him...but they don't expect to be saved by the United States, because they are mainly Mormons who have come here to escape the US government.

Brannan was sure that this would become a prison. If he wanted to live a better life in this Indian prison on the edge of America, he would undoubtedly have to do something.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sutter... I hope what he said is true. A bullet to the back of the head is the most painful death." Brannan said, then gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

With a gunshot and splattering blood and brains, Sartre's body fell to the ground.

It is just as Du Tiao said, a bullet into the back of the head can kill a person instantly.

"Well done, Mr. Brannan, now you are the white civil governor here." Ma Shao smiled slightly.

Du Tiao took back the gun. Brannan took a few breaths and turned to ask, "What do you need me to do?"

"For the time being, your job is to assist the judiciary." Ma Shao said.

"The white people at Sutter's Fort, especially those who were slave owners, will be brought to justice."

"Of course, I will not abuse the death penalty unless the crime is extremely serious and the person refuses to plead guilty. After all, Sartre, the main culprit, has personally asked God for forgiveness."

He looked at the white people again and said, "Also, you can choose to turn yourself in. Those who take the initiative to confess their crimes and identify the crimes of others can receive a lighter punishment."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white man said in horror: "I confess, I used to be a slave owner, and I abused the Indians!"

Subsequently, several white people chose to surrender, confess their crimes and identify each other.

"I confess, I confess, I used to be a slave owner and I abused the Indians. Robert did the same, and he did even worse than me!"

"Redding also owned many slaves and abused them!"

"…Williams spied on Mary bathing!"

"You've peeped before!"

Soon, not only were slavery charges brought against them, but also all kinds of petty thefts. Finally, after a period of internal strife, all white people were charged with a series of crimes.

Of course, in Ma Shao's plan, these white people would be charged with at least one crime, that is, being John Sutter's accomplices.