Wheeler led his squad following Zhu Wencong, having a clear understanding of the situation surrounding the local 'snakeheads.'
It wasn't just them, the mixed-bloods acting as middlemen, it was also a major trade for the army.
Counting on that meager salary would starve a person to death, one always had to figure out ways to make extra money to live a wealthy life.
"Where did you get your supplies from?" Wheeler didn't believe Markuka had more connections than himself.
"Actually, you don't understand the Indigenous people at all, only I truly understand them and know their needs.
Under your relentless pressure, they have little will to fight, and many are thinking it might be better to just surrender.
But you don't give them the chance, and your madness only drives them crazier, so now no one can back down honorably.
Because I understand all this, I guide them; better to integrate than to be opposed to the bitter end," Markuka took a big gulp of liquor.