1855 United States Tycoon

"Black Bull! What do you see over there? How come there is such a short train?" asked an Indian cavalry, pointing to an armored train on a railway in the distance that was spewing smoke and advancing slowly along the newly paved rails. .

The forty-year-old Indian named Black Bull is now holding a single telescope carefully watching the train. Indeed, that train is too short to be called a train. This is a very special train. The whole train has only three carriages, the front and coal car in the middle, and two identical carriages at both ends. These two carriages seem to be modified from flatbed trucks, but they are surrounded by half-person-high steel plates. Behind the steel plates are many soldiers with rifles. In addition, there are a lot of things in the middle of the flatbed trucks. Covered tightly with rain cloth, I don't know what it is.

"Probably it was used for patrols. These white people seemed to be prepared." Hei Niu said, "I don't know what is under the raincloth. Is it a cannon? If it is really a cannon, use those terrible shells. , It’s really difficult to deal with. But looking at that size, it seems to be a bit smaller. Let’s go back and report to the Chief and let him decide."

Hei Niu continued to hold his binoculars and carefully observed the soldiers on the strange train. Black Bull participated in several wars with whites and other tribes. Although most of the guards on the trains looked a little lazy, the black bull could see that some of these people were veterans who had actually been on the battlefield. Especially, when his telescope was pointed at one of the guards, that guard actually seemed to sense something, and immediately turned his head and looked at his side.

"The level of the guard should be good. There are several veterans who have been on the battlefield and killed people in every flatbed." Hei Niu said, "Okay, let's go back." Then he turned his horse's head and walked into the distance. go.

"Black Bull, how do you know that some of them have been on the battlefield to kill people?" asked the young man who followed him who seemed less than twenty years old.

"Ah, cricket, after you have followed me on the battlefield several times and got an official name, you will understand. That kind of feeling is only available to those of us who always haunt the dead." Hei Niu said .

"Yeah!" The young man named cricket nodded heavily.

The way the Indians named them is very unique. After the child is born, his parents will randomly use some natural things he has just seen to give him a name. For example, if the father just saw a white fish in the river, the child could be called "white fish"; for another example, if it rained heavily when the mother gave birth to him, it could be called "heavy rain". As for the name "cricket", it was because when his mother gave birth to him, the cricket next to him screamed happily. So he had such a name."Cricket" is very dissatisfied with own, a name that has no momentum at all. Fortunately, this name is not an official name. After he has fought a few battles with the tribe, people will give him another name based on his performance on the battlefield. This is his official name. He made up his mind to win a better name for himself.

"What do you think the train mentioned by Black Bull can be dealt with?" Chief Bison asked.

"They hide behind the half-person-height steel plate and shoot. It is not easy to hit. Moreover, if the cannon in the cannon is really used, and the deadly shells are used, it will be really difficult to deal with. "An Indian with high cheekbones and a thin, fifty to sixty-year-old Indian replied.

Last time, when the Illinois militia encircled and suppressed Indians, some Indians who had survived escaped to Minnesota and joined the Sioux tribe. From their mouths, the Sioux learned that another terrible iron rain cannonball was in the hands of the white people.

The so-called iron rain shells refer to the grenade shells. This shell used to be imported entirely from the United Kingdom and was expensive. Therefore, United States people are generally reluctant to use such high-end things when fighting Indians. So the Indians are not very familiar with this weapon. Now the MacDonald Infantry Weapons Company is able to produce this kind of weapon. As a result, the price of this kind of shells has dropped rapidly. So now, this kind of shells that have been priced by cabbage are everywhere, and the militias of all states have bought a lot. The Indians have the opportunity to see such things. Of course, no one knows. It won’t be long before these tall shells, along with the majestic bronze smoothbore guns, will become obsolete, thrown into the garbage dump or dragged back to the furnace. The reason why Scrooge sold this item at the price of cabbage was because he considered that these items would immediately become obsolete. He made a quick profit when he could sell them.

"Should we test it first? See how powerful that thing is." An Indian said.

"Temptation? What's a good temptation for this. Obviously, that thing is hard bones, and we are the one who suffers from it. If we don't gnaw it down, what is the use of such a temptation?" Someone retorted.

"Then what do you say to deal with it?" someone said again.

"First think about what this thing is for." Black Niu said, "Why did the white people come up with this kind of thing?"

He looked around and saw that everyone was quiet. After listening to his speech, he continued, "They want to build the railway, and I am afraid that we are not directly attacking their camps and construction sites. They are all defensive places. They are the most worried about them. What are you worried about? I guess we are destroying the railways they have built. That’s why they came up with such a thing and patrolled along the railway line. The weakness of the white people is on the railway. They know this. They This thing is done to protect this weakness. But, can they protect it?"

"Yes, if we tear down a section of the railway, they can't make it. They can only watch."

"It will be repaired if it is demolished. I think we can do this..."

St. Paul, Minnesota.

"Mr. MacDonald, the Indians found our people, who belonged to the Sioux League. They wanted to save us and stop building this railway. Because our railway violated the previous agreement between the federal government and them and entered their territory. "Bob, the captain of the railway security team, is reporting to Scrooge.

"How did you answer?" Scrooge asked.

"I told the Redskin according to your instructions. I don't know or don't want to know what agreement he said. I only know that this railway must pass through here. The land on both sides of the railway belongs to us. Let them have a kind Come to die, roll away when he hasn't planted. Then he drove him out with the tar all over his body and his hair!"

"That red skin looks like a gorilla, right?" Scrooge said with a smile.

"Yes, it's very similar. But there is a worker named James in the camp. Even if he doesn't tar or get his fur, he looks more like a gorilla than the tarred red skin."

"Really? Interesting. You did a good job. They should be attacking us soon. As long as they do, I can kill them naturally, expel them from here, and thereby remove Misha I got it in my hands than the mining area."

The "Mishabi Mine" is the largest iron ore mine in the entire United States. What is even more rare is that it is also an open-pit iron ore buried very shallow. The total reserves are as high as 1.4 billion tons. Although the quality of the ore is not as good as the iron ore in Australia or Brazil, but in those places, Scrooge can't reach it for the time being. And even if it is obtained, it is not economically feasible to develop an iron ore that is so far away without a 10,000-ton round. Therefore, it is extremely important to win this iron ore.

"Lincoln is busy fighting the Southerners. If he hadn't won a few sudden victories on the Western Front, he would have almost failed to win this year's election. So he would definitely oppose us and fight the Indians again. Therefore, we must Let the Indians take the initiative and create some big incidents that Lincoln could not oppose. Well, the Indians attacked our railways, we fought back, attacked their camps, and then as revenge, they attacked certain towns. Then... …This is simply perfect.” Scrooge thought this way, and couldn't help but laugh again.

"Have you found the location of the Indian camp?" Scrooge asked.

"Our scout found the camps of several tribes and kept staring at them." Bob replied.

"You did a good job! Be prepared when you go back," Scrooge said.

"Then, Mr. MacDonald, I will leave." Bob said goodbye and left.

Just as Bob went out, the door was opened again. Anna walked in.

"Anna!" Scrooge shouted, "Quickly, go and open a bottle of red wine. We want to celebrate."

"What? What's the good news?" Anna asked.

"Yes! We found a large iron ore, the largest iron ore in the entire United States!" Scrooge said.

"Chiefs, the white people arrogantly rejected our request and insulted our messenger. This is intolerable. I think we must fight them! What do you think?"

"Chief Bison, I support you! We can't tolerate such humiliation! And I know that they are fighting their southern enemies and they simply can't come up with enough troops to fight us. Under such circumstances, we dare to be so arrogant, we must We must teach them a lesson!" The chief grizzly bear of the neighboring tribe first stood up and expressed support. Then, some other tribes also expressed their support.

"Well, since everyone supports it, we have decided like this!" said the Buffalo Chief. "Now let us discuss how to act!"

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