Compared to the horses riding by Mapuche, the steam tractor is slow, with a speed of only five or six kilometers per hour. However, unlike war horses, it is tireless and can continue to drive as long as there is water and coal.

But horses are different. Horses will be tired. Even the best war horses cannot continue to run.

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

When Manuel Namongoza led the tribal warriors to flee, he thought this would be fine, but when the howling of a "monster" came from behind him again, facing the trembling "howle", he could only whip his mount hard.

Faster, faster.

Every Mapuche man has only such a thought left in his heart.

Escape, escape far away!

But the devil always follows like a shadow. Although the devil is far away, whenever they want to take a breath, the monsters always make loud and harsh howls.

Not only that, the monster could also emit bullets as dense as raindrops. I don’t know how many brave tribal warriors were knocked to the ground by muskets.

"beep……"

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

In fact, it's useless to be anxious, the steam tractor is just so fast. However, this does not prevent him from plucking the whistle again and again. The deafening whistle sound seems to be more effective than a gun, and it can always make those Mapuche people run away desperately.

However, if he could catch up, he wouldn't mind firing dozens of guns with the Gatling machine gun.

The machine gun fires for a while, and it’s always fun to shoot!

There is nothing more fun to make them sing and dancing under a machine gun. To some extent, machine guns are definitely the best dance teachers.

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

From the time of departure until now, it had not come to take a breath and eat a bite of grass. Although he kept whipping it with a whip, the black wind, who was exhausted and panting, just slowly moved the horse's hooves.

Around Manuel Namongoza, many tribal warriors' horses were so tired that they foamed at the mouth during their long runs, and they were even reluctant to move their horse's hooves.

"Run, run..."

Carreras shouted in despair, and he whipped his mount hard. Once upon a time, he loved the horse as his family, but now he had only one thought to let the horse run again so as to escape the monster that was following him like a shadow.

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

From the morning until now, the monsters have been chasing them, and they are chasing them relentlessly.

Although they could not see the monster, its roar had already come, and despair was spreading in everyone's heart.

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

Finally, again, Manuel Namongoza and the other Mapuches saw it again, seeing the monster.

"beep……"

Once again, Zhu Xianhaila rang the whistle. I have to say that the whistle of the steam engine was really loud and could be transmitted several kilometers away on the grassland.

Behind him, more than two hundred guards who had heard of it, holding Henry rifles or revolvers, guarding behind the "steam tanks", and in front of them, a large area of ​​Mapuche people stood there in despair.

These Mapuche people, who once made white people frightened, looked at the monsters that were spitting out smoke and roaring, and looked at the flames and anger they spit out, and the emotions of despair were filled with despair in everyone's heart.

"Should he do whatever he wants!"

Desperately, Manuel Namongoza jumped off the horse, and he had given up, what else to resist?

How can humans resist the hell monster?

"White man, what do you want to do? If you have to use blood to calm his anger, I am willing to give my life, but please forgive others..."

Standing in front of the Hell Monster, Manuel Namongoza, like all chiefs, tried to protect others with his own lives.

Surrender...it's the time!

After picking off the goggles full of smoke and dust, Zhu Xianhai glanced at the Mapuche people blocking the steam tractor.

Alas, if you run for another half an hour, our water will be boiled...

After sighing, Zhu Xianhai, who had already put down the Gatling machine gun, said in Spanish.

"I'm not white!"

He took off his hat and wiped the ashes from his face with a towel. He looked at the Mapuche man in front of him and said.

"Who are you……"

Manuel Namongza looked at the stranger in front of him with confusion. He was not a white man, and even the rider behind him was not a white man. Well, there were still a few white men.

"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 occupying their land when they come here?

Of course, Manuel Namongza and others did not have such consciousness. In the Indian tradition, the land did not belong to that person or tribe, but to everyone by God. Of course, the Mapuche people themselves came from the other side of the mountain, so they were also not the owners of this land.

"I want to ask you why, why are you attacking us!"

"This, this..."

Manuel Namongoza looked at the young man in front of him, and he looked similar to his tribe.

Chinese?

Who are Chinese people?

He didn't have an answer, but what is certain is that they are not white. Since they are not white, things will be easy to deal with.

"We thought you were white, and thought you were going to occupy the great salt marsh and stop us from taking salt, so we came to stop you."

"Occupy the Great Salt Marsh?"

Zhu Xianhai then realized that he knew nothing about Nanhua.

Big salt marsh?

Natural salt lake?

If I had known this, why should I dry salt?

After working on the mmm, they stayed with Nanhua for a long time because of the salt in the salt marsh.

It seems that we need to conduct geological investigations as soon as possible, otherwise I don’t know how much effort it will take.
Chapter completed!