Chapter 61 Steam Tanks, Forward

Compared to the horses ridden by the Mapuche people, the steam tractor is slow, with a speed of only five or six kilometers per hour. But unlike the war horse, it is tireless and can keep going as long as there is water and coal.

But horses are different. They get tired, and even the best war horses cannot run continuously.

Perhaps they had the advantage of speed at the beginning, but as time passed, the once galloping horses could no longer run.

When Manuel Namunguza led the tribal warriors to flee, he thought that this would be enough. However, when the howl of the "monster" came from behind again, facing the heart-shaking "howl", he could only whip his mount hard.

Faster, faster.

In the heart of every Mapuche, there is only one thought:

Run away, run away far away!

But the devil always follows them. Even though the devil is far away, whenever they want to take a break, the monster will always make a loud and shrill howl.

Not only that, the monster could also fire bullets as dense as raindrops, and countless brave tribal warriors were knocked to the ground by their muskets.

"beep……"

The loud whistle echoed across the vast grassland. Driving a slowly moving steam tractor, Zhu Xianhai was not in a hurry to catch up with the Mapuche people.

Actually, there was no point in being anxious, as the steam tractor could only go so fast. However, this did not stop him from blowing the whistle again and again. The deafening sound of the whistle seemed to be more effective than a gun, always making the Mapuche people flee regardless of everything.

However, if he could catch up, he wouldn't mind firing a few dozen shots with the Gatling gun.

Machine gun fire feels good for a while, and it’s even more fun to keep firing!

There is nothing more joyful than seeing them singing and dancing under machine guns. In a way, machine guns are definitely the best dance teachers.

That's how it was. In the constant pursuit, Manuel Namonguza, who was riding a horse, could feel the black wind under his crotch and he no longer had the strength to run.

From the start until now, it has not had time to drink a breath or eat a bite of grass. Even though he kept whipping it with the whip , Heifeng, who was so tired that he was out of breath, just moved his hooves slowly.

Around Manuel Namunguza, many tribal warriors' horses were so tired that they were foaming at the mouth after running for a long time, and they were even unwilling to move their hooves.

"Run, run..."

Carreras shouted in despair and whipped his mount hard. Once upon a time, he loved this horse like one of his own, but now, he had only one thought in mind, to make the horse run again so that he could escape from the monster that followed him like a shadow.

But at this moment, the monster's roar sounded again.

From this morning until now, the monster has been chasing them relentlessly.

Although they couldn't see the monster yet, they could already hear its roar, and a feeling of despair spread in everyone's heart.

I don’t know who suddenly started crying and shouting, and then more people started crying and shouting.

Finally, once again, Manuel Namunguza and the other Mapuche people saw it, saw the monster.

"beep……"

Once again, Zhu Xianhai blew the whistle. It must be said that the whistle of the steam engine was really loud and could be heard several kilometers away on the grassland.

Behind him, more than two hundred guards who had heard the news came, holding Henry rifles or revolvers, guarded behind the "steam tank", and in front of them, a large group of Mapuche people stood there in despair.

These Mapuche people, who once terrified the white people, were now looking at the monster that was "walking" towards them, spewing smoke and roaring, with fear on their faces. Looking at the flames and anger it was spewing, despair filled everyone's heart.

"Let him do what he wants!"

In despair, Manuel Namunguza threw away the spear that symbolized his honor and jumped off his horse. He had already given up. What else was there to resist ?

How can people resist the monsters from hell?

"White man, what do you want to do? If blood is necessary to appease his anger, I am willing to sacrifice my life, but please forgive others..."

Standing in front of the monster from hell, Manuel Namunguza, like all the chiefs, tried to save others at the cost of his own life.

It’s time to surrender...

Taking off his goggles covered in smoke and dust, Zhu Xianhai glanced at the Mapuche people standing in front of the steam tractor.

Hey, if you guys run for another half an hour, our water will be boiled dry...

After a sigh, Zhu Xianhai, who had already put down the Gatling gun, spoke in Spanish.

“I’m not white!”

Taking off his hat and wiping the soot off his face with a towel, he looked at the Mapuche man in front of him and said.

"Who are you……"

Manuel Namonguza looked at the stranger in front of him with confusion. He was not white, and even the riders behind him were not white. Well, there were still a few white people.

"Who are you?"

"Chinese!"

Zhu Xianhai said directly.

"We came here from the other side of the sea and wanted to start a new life here. We were willing to be friends with you, but you attacked us."

friend?

Are friends coming over and occupying their land?

Of course, Manuel Namunguza and his people did not have such awareness. In the Indian tradition, the land did not belong to any one person or tribe, but was given to everyone by God. Of course, the Mapuche people themselves came from the other side of the mountain, so they were not the owners of this land either.

"I want to ask you, why is this happening? Why did you attack us?"

"This this……"

Manuel Namunguza looked at the young man in front of him, who looked similar to himself and his tribe.

Chinese?

Who are the Chinese?

He didn't have an answer, but he was sure that they were not white. Since they were not white, things would be easier.

"We thought you were white people and that you were going to occupy the Great Salt Flats and stop us from getting salt, so we came to stop you."

"Occupy the Great Salt Flats?"

Only then did Zhu Xianhai realize that he knew nothing about the surroundings of Nanhua.

Great Salt Flats?

A natural

If I had known this, why would I have dried the salt?