Reborn as King of South America

Chapter 240 Patagonia II
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The Indians died out rapidly under the invasion of the white people, just as the wild wolves died out when humans over-reproduced and expanded into the grasslands.

The Patagonian Indian settlements are geographically remote, and the Indians lack sufficient supplies to survive after a sharp decline in prey. Therefore, they often need to go to the border areas occupied by whites to trade with them, which is also the most effective means for whites to control the Indians.

The next day, Ilia took two young men from the tribe and set off for Antonio, 70 miles away, to trade with the Argentines. Before the trip, Ye Chenglin asked to go to Antonio with them. After seeing Ye Chenglin's disguise, Ilia agreed to his request. The six of them rode on horseback in less than an hour and arrived at their destination.

Antonio is a small port town by the sea in Patagonia. In addition to more than 200 Argentine regular troops, most of the people in the city are militiamen carrying weapons and ranchers who own a lot of land.

Iria sold two deerskins at the trading post set up by the Argentines, and used the money to buy a small amount of medicine and more than 30 kilograms of salt. He then put the remaining money in his pocket and was about to return on his horse when he saw several white girls pointing at them with their lips pursed.

"Look, they have all these colorful paints on their faces. They look like funny clowns."

"No, Laura, the Mapuche are brutal wild people who will kill people when they get mad."

A fat white woman rolled her eyes in fear, causing the white girls around her to laugh.

"The Indians are such delightful fellows, my fellows, look, they are making all the ladies in the city laugh."

Seven or eight white men wearing leather jackets and cowboy-style hats walked to the middle of the street, blocked the way of Elijah and his companions, and said mockingly, "Indian warriors, now is the time to show your bravery. Perform your war dance for the beautiful ladies and let us see the grace of Indians."

Ilya ignored the other party's ridicule and led the horse in another direction, but was stopped again by several white people.

"Hey, you stinky red man, I'm talking to you. Hurry up and perform your war dance for the ladies."

“We will not perform a war dance for the white man!”

After being provoked twice, an Indian who followed Elijah roared angrily.

"No, you stinking reds, you will definitely dance in front of us."

The white man with the cowboy hat tilted on his head smiled and said to the others beside him, "Hey guys, how about we bet on whether the red Indians will do a war dance in public?"

"James, I bet they won't jump. If you lose, you have to give me your musket!"

A fat white man with a rosacea nose yelled.

"I'll bet two silver coins that he won't jump, James, just wait and see and lose it all."

The small street was filled with noisy sounds. More than twenty white people who came to join in the fun took out money of varying sizes and placed them on a table facing the street. They all stared at Ilya and his companions as if they were watching a joke.

"Idiots, open your eyes and watch how I win all your money!" Seeing that many people around were betting, the white cowboy blew a whistle arrogantly, and then, under everyone's attention, he pulled out the musket on his waist, pulled the trigger, and quickly shot at the feet of Iria and others.

"Bang, bang, bang", the sudden gunshots temporarily stunned the white crowd watching. Guided by inertia of thinking, Ilya and the other two jumped up instinctively.

Several gunshots simultaneously alarmed Ye Chenglin and the other two who were on the other side of the street. Ye Chenglin disguised himself as an Indian and entered Antonio City in order to inquire about the situation of the Argentine garrison in the city. After hearing the gunshots from the city, Ye Chenglin quickly realized that the gunshots came from where Iria and the others were staying.

He immediately gave up investigating the garrison situation in the city and quickly rushed towards Iria and the other two.

"Red Indians, you still have to do the war dance."

The white cowboy blew away the white smoke from the muzzle of the gun and said arrogantly.

"asshole!"

An Indian rushed forward excitedly and knocked the white cowboy to the ground with one punch.

"You stinking red barbarian, how dare you hit me!" The white cowboy covered his swollen face with one hand and reached out to pick up the musket that fell on the ground, wanting to shoot the other person directly.

The musket was less than one meter away from the white cowboy. If the white cowboy picked up the musket, the Indian who attacked would most likely die. The incident happened in just a few seconds. Elijah did not have time to think about it in detail. He quickly stepped forward and picked up the musket before the white cowboy. At this time, the young and strong white people who saw the sudden change also reacted and took out their muskets and aimed them at Elijah and the other two.

"We don't want to cause trouble. Ask them to move their guns away and we will let you go!" A confrontation broke out in an instant. Ilya and his two companions, who did not carry muskets, were at an absolute disadvantage. As a last resort, Ilya threatened the white cowboy with the stolen musket and took him hostage.

"Damn it, you can't run away, let me go quickly, otherwise you and your tribe, young and old, will all be doomed!"

The situation on the scene was extremely unfavorable to Ilya. The white cowboy could easily analyze the opponent's disadvantages, so even though he was captured as a hostage, his tone was still very arrogant.

"Clan leader, what should we do now?"

The white people who were surrounding them nearby did not retreat a single step, and an Indian asked nervously.

"Wait, keep waiting until our Han friends get here!"

Ilia had no idea how to resolve the current predicament, so he could only place his hopes on Ye Chenglin and the other two.

The tense confrontation passed second by second. More than 20 armed white men kept forcing Ilya and the other two to retreat. When Ilya was about to retreat to the edge of the wall behind him, he suddenly heard a slight sound of a knife entering the bone from behind the white men.

"Puff, puff, puff", as the sound of blades rang out, several white people on the periphery suddenly fell to the ground, and the bright red blood slowly flowed from their bodies to the ground.

"Be careful! They have accomplices!" When five or six white bodies fell in succession, the white people who were approaching finally noticed something was wrong. The first white person to react shouted in fear.

"Shoot! They're behind!"

"Bang, bang, bang" sparse gunshots rang out in a chaotic manner, but no target was hit.

"Bang", a sharp shooting sound came from the opposite side, and the white man who shouted was immediately shot and fell to the ground.

"Jack, are you okay?"

The fat white man with rosacea reached out to support the white man who was shot. Then within two seconds, a gunshot was heard from another place opposite. The fat white man also fell to the ground twitching like his companion.

"Everyone be careful, they are professional shooters! Don't show your heads!"

"Thomas, their shooting skills are very accurate. Let's retreat. We can't beat them."

"James is still in the hands of the Indians. What will we do if we withdraw him?"

"We can ask Major Robert for help, and they will help us rescue James."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

The casualties on our side continued, and after discussing, the dozen or so white young men who survived rationally released the siege on Ilia and others and carefully retreated from the street entrance. …

"Chief Iria, the white Argentine reinforcements will arrive soon, let's leave here quickly."

"The west gate is closest to the street. We will leave from there."

After the six people from the two sides met up, Ilia realized the seriousness of the situation. Without any greetings, he expressed his gratitude to Ye Chenglin, but immediately rode the horse he brought and escaped from Antonio Simon.

(End of this chapter)