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Chapter 55 Dogs Fighting Dogs 1 Mouth Hair
Chapter 55 Dogs Fighting, a Mouthful of Fur (Please Subscribe)
"These bastards actually brought people with them?"
North of Los Angeles, in the San Gabriel Mountains.
On a high vantage point hidden by trees, Heitu took out a monocular telescope, looked at the people and horses winding their way from outside the valley, and clicked his tongue.
Through the telescope's field of vision, over a hundred people were slowly advancing. About half were white, the rest were all young and strong Native Americans. And the one leading the way was the very same Black Bear who had been released earlier.
"Didn't the brother who was keeping watch come back to report two hours ago? What's so surprising?"
Bai Yun pouted and said with heartache, "It's just a pity about my grilled fish. You insisted on making sure it was all part of the act and wouldn't let me take it with me to eat."
"It's just one fish; I'll make you two another day."
The two men slowly retreated, their bodies bent low, and waved to their companions who had just arrived from another valley.
"Find your positions, and remember, kill the white people first, then retreat. Let these people fight like dogs!"
Soon, the group of dozens disappeared into the mountains and forests, each choosing a secluded spot to hide.
Meanwhile, outside the valley.
The black bear stood on a rock, squinting as it looked around, and finally pointed to an entrance half-hidden by dense oak trees to its right.
"That's definitely the valley over there."
Beck slowly lagged behind the group, and upon seeing this, he looked at the leader of the group of Kavila people.
"Mr. Antonio, what did your people say?"
The middle-aged man, called Little Antonio, had a gloomy face and repeated his tribesman's words in heavily accented English.
Beck narrowed his eyes: "In that case, let your people go in and scout ahead."
Young Antonio gritted his teeth and shouted a few words in the Cavilla language. Dozens of Cavilla men, carrying archers and short spears, cautiously crept towards that direction.
Fearing to alert the people in the valley, everyone bowed low and moved with extremely slow and light steps. The bows and arrows on their backs were also removed and aimed at any possible hidden sentries.
A dozen minutes later, just as Baker's patience was about to run out, the group of Kavila people finally sneaked into the valley.
The valley was unusually quiet, with only the rushing sound of the river and the rustling of the leaves in the wind.
Along the riverbank, dozens of conical tents made of animal hides and thick canvas were scattered about, but no one was seen entering or leaving.
"Nobody here?"
A young hunter straightened up and whispered in Kavila, "But everything is still there."
The black bear frowned, walked to the largest campfire, squatted down, and reached out to feel the temperature of the ashes.
"The ashes are still warm. They were here not long ago, even grilling fish."
"Did they go out hunting?" someone asked, puzzled.
"When hunting, someone should always be left to guard the house. It looks like they've all run away."
The black bear waved his paw, signaling his companions to continue their careful search. He then turned and strode quickly toward the valley entrance, intending to report the matter to the chief's son.
Outside the valley.
Baker crossed his arms and tapped his arms rapidly with his fingers, clearly extremely impatient.
Antonio Jr. stood a short distance in front of him, gazing towards the valley with a worried expression.
The remaining dozens of white men stood scattered, warily looking in all directions around the forest, their fingers always resting on their holsters or rifle triggers.
When the black bear emerged from behind the bushes at the valley entrance, everyone's eyes turned to it.
"They're back already? You caught them?" Antonio asked urgently in Cavilla.
The black bear shook its head and said, "The valley is empty, but the fire is still warm, so they must have just left."
Upon hearing this, Antonio Jr. let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.
He didn't want his people to perish here. If it weren't for his father's strong insistence, he wouldn't have even led his people out of the village.
He turned around and repeated it to Baker in English.
"They ran away?!"
Baker frowned, waved his hand, and headed straight into the valley with the white men behind him.
His gaze swept across the valley, and he stubbornly opened the tent to look inside, but still found nothing.
Just as those Native American bastards had said, the man escaped.
Antonio Jr. followed us in and said slowly, "Mr. Baker, they must have realized we were coming and ran away."
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"We, the people of Kavila, have completed our task of guiding the way. Now I am leading my people home."
"etc!"
Baker shouted angrily, "They've discovered us? We haven't made a big fuss about here. How did they find us?"
His gaze swept over Antonio Jr. and the Cavila men behind him, and he said coldly, "Unless someone has informed them."
""
Antonio's face immediately darkened, and he suppressed his anger, saying, "Mr. Baker, what do you mean by this?"
Our people have been with you ever since we left the tribe!
"Always together?"
Baker scoffed, "It took you almost a day to get here from your tribe to Los Angeles to meet the militia. Who knows if you Kavila people secretly sent someone to this valley to report this during that time?!"
Antonio clenched his fists in anger and growled, "If that's the case, we wouldn't have needed to send so many skilled men with you to arrest people!"
"Who knows? Maybe you're trying to have your cake and eat it too?"
Baker said, "Sending people to help me on one hand, and notifying those thugs on the other. Hedging his bets, wavering between them—that fence-sitter Antonio isn't incapable of doing something like that, is he?"
"You are not allowed to insult my father!"
The militiamen behind Baker immediately raised their guns, aiming them at all the Kavila people in the valley, their eyes locked on them with disgust and hatred.
The Kavila let out a low growl, and seeing this, he gripped his short spear tightly, crouched down, and was ready to pounce at any moment.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense and hostile.
"What, you want to make a move?"
Baker looked at Antonio with a calm and collected expression, his eyes full of contempt.
"I don't know where those Indian thugs are, but I know exactly where you Kavila people live and how many people there are."
Antonio Jr. gritted his teeth, his nostrils flaring, clearly enraged.
But he eventually managed to suppress his anger; he dared not and could not risk the entire tribe.
"snort."
Baker snorted and was about to say something when suddenly, a gunshot rang out!
boom!
A white militiaman stared wide-eyed as something red and white flew out from behind his head, and his body went limp as he fell to the ground.
Before anyone could react, a series of gunshots rang out from all directions.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets whistled through the trees and behind the rocks high above, and seven or eight out of ten of the dozens of White militiamen were killed in this hail of bullets.
Only a dozen or so quick-witted and lucky individuals managed to roll to the ground within seconds of the gunshot, hiding behind cover or in low-lying areas, thus temporarily escaping with their lives.
"Mr. Baker, there's an ambush!"
"I fucking know, fire back!"
Baker hid behind a rock, drew his Colt revolver from his waist, and fired two shots haphazardly toward the source of the gunfire.
Most of the other surviving militiamen fought back in the same way, and the effect of their shooting was predictable: most of the bullets hit tree trunks and rocks, only splashing up a little debris.
The people of Cavilla were also stunned by the sudden attack. They instinctively lowered their bodies, looking in disbelief and uncertainty in the direction from which the gunshots came, then at the white people who were dead and wounded not far away, at a loss for what to do.
Beck, huddled behind cover, caught sight of the unharmed Kavila members out of the corner of his eye, and exclaimed in shock and fury: "It was you! You really did collude with those thugs!"
Antonio Jr. panicked and denied it, saying, "We didn't!"
"No? Then why didn't any of you get injured or killed in the attack?!" Baker didn't believe it at all, and the muzzle of his revolver was already turned and pointed in the direction of Antonio.
Just then, a loud voice shouted in English from the hillside: "Brothers of Cavilla, stop wasting time talking to these white pigs, they've fallen into the trap!"
"Hurry up and kill all the remaining white people, don't let a single one escape!"
It was Baiyun who shouted the words. He was hiding behind a gap between two rocks and shouted out the lines that Chongyue had taught him beforehand.
Not far away, Hei Tu suppressed a laugh and began to reload the Pingyang Type 1 rifle in his hand, his shoulders shrug.
Inside the valley, all the surviving white people turned their heads in unison, their hateful gazes fixed on the Kavila people.
Little Antonio felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He immediately realized that this was an extremely vicious trap that could bring their tribe to ruin!
"Mr. Baker, this is a setup! They deliberately spoke in English!"
But the arrogant white people wouldn't listen anymore.
That sentence acted as a catalyst, igniting all their suspicions and distrust, which then transformed into overwhelming murderous intent and rage.
"Go to hell, you red-skinned bastards!"
Without further hesitation, the white men raised their wrists and pulled the triggers of their revolvers in the direction of the Kavila people!
boom! boom! boom!
A dozen or so scorching lead bullets were fired, killing several Kavila people on the spot. Now, the Kavila people, who were still somewhat bewildered, were filled with rage.
They couldn't understand English, but they could clearly see the death of their companions, the hatred in the eyes of the white people, and the dark muzzles of the guns in their hands.
Hatred and anger completely overwhelmed fear, and both sides lost their reason at this moment.
"Let's fight white people!"
The black bear was the first to turn red in the eyes. He already harbored a deep-seated hatred for white people, and now that he saw the white people make the first move, he could no longer hold back.
He threw the short spear in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through the chest of a white man!
"kill!"
The Kavila people let out a wild war roar, released their bows and arrows, threw their spears, and several fierce warriors even pounced on the nearby white men, thrusting their hunting knives straight into their chests and abdomens.
The white men and the Kavila were instantly locked in a fierce battle. Gunshots, roars, screams, and the sounds of weapons piercing flesh mingled together, eliciting gleeful whistles from the spectators above.
"The leader's move was brilliant; it saved us a lot of bullets," Black Earth grinned.
Bai Yun withdrew his gaze and gestured for retreat: "We should go, lest those bloodthirsty Kavila people come up and cause us trouble later."
The melee lasted for more than ten minutes before finally stopping.
The white people were completely wiped out.
Baker's body leaned against the rock, his chest and abdomen covered in wounds, and the blood-stained gold dog head he had been holding had rolled to the ground.
The people of Kavila on the other side also paid a heavy price.
Of the fifty-odd able-bodied men who set out, fewer than thirty survived, and most of them were wounded.
Antonio Jr. was shot in the shoulder and turned pale.
After the anger subsided, boundless fear enveloped every Kavila person here.
Killing so many white people will bring annihilation to the entire Kavila tribe.
The white people of Los Angeles and throughout California will not give up easily; their army is capable of completely wiping the Cavila people off this land!
"Let's take those who are still able to move and head back to the tribe immediately!"
Despite the excruciating pain, young Antonio called out to the remaining members of his tribe who were still able to move.
We must go back and tell Father this immediately. The people of Kavila must make a choice as soon as possible: fight or flee!
News of what happened in the Saint-Gabriel Mountains to the north eventually got out.
When the search team found the valley and brought back news to Los Angeles that the entire militia had been wiped out and their bodies had been gnawed beyond recognition by wild animals, the whole of California was once again thrown into turmoil.
What does it mean to be completely wiped out?
What does it mean to be caught in a pincer movement between Indian mobs and the Kavila Indian tribe?
Although white society never truly trusted Native Americans, such blatant betrayal still ignited anger among many white people.
"These ungrateful barbarians should all be hanged!"
"Mr. Baker was a respectable man in life. May his soul rest in peace in heaven."
"What exactly is the government doing? Why would they trust Native Americans?"
However, the most anxious person was in Sacramento, sitting in the governor's office, Bigler.
His original plan was to drive the assimilated Native American tribes to hunt down the mobs and make them kill each other.
Regardless of the outcome, white people will reap the benefits, minimizing the already strained state finances and militia resources.
Who would have thought that the most obedient people in these tribes, the Kavila, had also participated in the previous riots and harmed dozens of young white men.
Today, Los Angeles has only a few thousand white people. If you count those who died before, nearly a tenth of the city's population is gone, and they were all young adults.
This is not just a loss of life, but also a shake-up of the foundations of white dominance in California.
"Governor, please ask the federal government for help; the situation is out of control."
Bigler's aide said, "Since even the most obedient Kavila are involved in the riots, there's no reason why the Hopa, Yokut, and Chumash shouldn't be involved as well."
"And this explains why those Native American mobs were able to attack courthouses in multiple counties simultaneously. This wasn't a riot by a single Native American clan; it was a rebellion by all Native Americans in California!"
"This is a matter that the local militia cannot handle; we must seek the support of the federal army."
Bigler took a deep breath and nodded.
"Go and draft the letter. Once it's drafted, I'll contact Washington immediately."
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