Chapter 52: Occupation of Clark Town

Thomas tried to take back his gun, but the other party immediately kicked him in the stomach, causing him to kneel on the ground in pain.

"Daddy, Daddy!" the little boy cried.

Ma Shao looked at the father and son and said in Comanche: "Is he the Thomas?"

"Yes, that's him!" A Comanche behind him stepped forward and pointed.

"Tie up everyone in this room and take them outside." Ma Shao gave the order, and several Apache warriors tied up Thomas' family of three and dragged them outside.

The battle is basically over.

The Apaches had fierce firepower, and the white people in the town were no match for them. Plus, they were caught off guard, so the battle was one-sided from the start.

The few English sentences that Ma Shao taught the soldiers also played a big role. When they heard the slogan "Surrender and no killing", many frightened white people chose to surrender directly, laid down their weapons, and were driven to an open space in the center of the town.

Soon, all the white people in the town, including the mayor's family, regardless of gender, age or status, were gathered here.

Of course there were some dead bodies.

There are always some people who resist to the end, but their resistance is doomed to fail in the face of a hail of bullets from the Apache revolvers.

The bodies of more than a dozen white people were dragged over one after another and piled in front of the townspeople. The bloody scene made the children and some women cry and scream.

The captured Twin Wolf Chieftain and his companions were naturally rescued. They came to Ma Shao, very excited, and thanked him repeatedly: "I don't know how to express my gratitude! Without your help, the entire Twin Wolf Clan might be in dire straits!"

Ma Shao smiled and said, "It is our duty. White people are the common enemy of all the indigenous people."

Chief Shuanglang nodded: "That's right, these dirty and shameless guys must be punished!"

After a while, Ma Shao estimated that all the white townspeople had been gathered together. There were about four or five hundred of them, all in ragged clothes, shivering in the cold wind.

They cried, talked, and looked at the gun-wielding Apaches around them in fear and helplessness.

In addition to the white people, there were dozens of black slaves in the town. They were also driven by the Apaches to a place slightly separated from the white townspeople.

Although these black slaves were also shivering in the cold wind, they were less frightened. They were all adults and did not cry much. Instead, there was more confusion on their faces, and they looked at each other in helplessness.

"Beep——"

Ma Shao put his fingers to his lips and blew a loud and sharp whistle, which was extremely penetrating in the darkness and reached the sky.

Hearing the sharp whistles, the white people couldn't help but become much quieter.

"You know why this attack happened - revenge!" Ma Shao told them in English. "You betrayed me and killed and captured my fellow aboriginals. But you don't know that times have changed."

He couldn't help but recall the bodies of his relatives who had lost their scalps on a certain day in 1840.

This made him emotional, and he suddenly clenched his fist and said, "The master of this continent will no longer allow you to bully me. Every killing and offense you commit will be rewarded with a bloody revenge!"

Ma Shao quickly regained his composure.

Because he felt that the tone and actions of his shouting for revenge just now were too similar to a certain Adolf, and strictly speaking, this was not an unintentional result.

When he mentioned words like killing and revenge, and when he looked at the trembling white people in front of him, the image of Adolf's passionate and almost insane speech really emerged in his mind.

This gave him a subconscious urge to imitate, as if he saw the mountains of corpses and seas of blood lurking ahead in history.

His thin Indian personality seemed to be longing for such violent revenge and killing...

Ma Shao would not let his desires cloud his mind, so he immediately suppressed these thoughts, calmed himself down, and his expression became peaceful again.

Then his brows twitched slightly, as if he had noticed something. He turned around and found that Mayor Thomas seemed to be looking at him.

Mayor Thomas quickly retracted his gaze and lowered his head, but his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Fear welled up in his heart.

For the first time in his life, he felt such intense fear because of an Indian.

During the brief contact, the young Indian leader before him displayed a series of qualities that were beyond his imagination.

Amazing physique and strength, able to speak at least three languages ​​- Thomas can distinguish Comanche and Apache, commanding a group of well-trained and extremely powerful warriors, fighting under the banner of all indigenous peoples, bloodthirsty desire for revenge, and the ability to quickly break away from this desire...

An Indian with any one of these traits would be a difficult guy to deal with.

And the Indians who possessed all these qualities... Thomas didn't know how to describe them.

When did the Indians have such a leader?

Not only Thomas, but all the white townspeople felt deep fear when Ma Shao clenched his fist and shouted bloody revenge, and the fate of death seemed to be imminent.

"Chief, what should we do with them?" asked Thick Shoulders.

Ma Shao said: "We said that those who surrender will not be killed, so of course we must keep our promise."

Hou Jian was startled: "Are we just going to let them go like this?"

"Not really." Ma Shao said slowly, "Massacre is an inefficient form of revenge. We have a better way."

He then said to the white people in English: "To be honest, I want to kill you. I want to tear off your scalps with my own hands, sew them together, and make them into cheap leather boots."

The white townspeople became even more terrified, and the children and women began crying and screaming loudly again.

Ma Shao changed the subject: "But I will keep my promise. My soldiers said that they would not kill you if you surrendered. You laid down your weapons, so I will not kill you."

Upon hearing the news, most of the white townspeople were stunned at first, and then showed surprise.

"He said he wouldn't kill us!"

"We don't have to die!"

Ma Shao curled his lips and said, "Don't be too happy too soon. You don't have to die, but you will have to pay something else."

The white townspeople were not surprised by this. In their view, even if the Indians did not kill them, they would inevitably have to spend money to avoid disaster.

But what Ma Shao said next was completely beyond their expectations.

"I declare that from now on, this town will be renamed 'Clark Town' and will be the territory of the Mianxiong Clan." Ma Shao said, "The Mianxiong Clan will station troops here for a long time to manage the order in the town."

This was a plan he had thought through. In his opinion, killing or robbing these white people was too inefficient. It would be better to treat them as a leek garden, use them for a long time, and absorb their civilization foundation.

Of course, there are some difficulties in implementing this plan.

There is no need to worry about the US government for the time being. This place is far away and there is not even a state government.

The federal government is again busy trying to annex the Lone Star Republic. President John Tyler, the only American president in history to be expelled from the party, is pushing the annexation bill at all costs, trying to achieve the annexation before he gets out of the White House. So how can he have the time to pay attention to him?

The real difficulty lies in how to manage the white townspeople in the town, how to make them stop resisting and running away at a lower cost, and become a group of qualified leeks.

In this regard, Ma Shao also thought of some solutions.

First, he set his sights on the black slaves standing next to the white townspeople...