My British Empire

  Chapter 547 Carnival

   Sure enough, His Excellency the judge did not break his promise. Adhering to the tradition of being dedicated to the public, he selected a jury of twelve people, and then began the public trial.

  Then, the three were sentenced to felling trees for three months and losing their liberty for three months as punishment for the crime of destroying public property.

  As the governor, Gilbert was not happy because of the trial for this crime, but felt a little ashamed.

   It was because of his work mistakes that caused this to happen. The trial of the case was no less than a direct slap in the face.

  So after the three shameless people were punished, the governor took more than a hundred people, most of whom were bachelors, and started a new journey.

  What they brought this time was just dozens of matchlock guns, a hundred men, and some dry food, all of which were their preparations.

   This time, Gilbert set his sights on a small tribe of Indians a hundred miles away, within their reach.

  More than a hundred people dressed in leaves, holding knives, or spears, or matchlock guns, lined up in a snake shape, walking slowly and quietly in the deep forest.

   Everyone stepped on the large carpet of dead branches and rotten leaves, making a sizzling sound, which was extraordinarily crisp in the silent primeval forest.

  And thick leaves densely spread all over everyone's heads, blocking everyone's pursuit of the sun, as if there is something missing around them.

  The only remaining sunlight, passing through the gap with difficulty, exudes attractive temperature and color, which makes people full of spirit unconsciously.

   "My lord, why are you attacking this tribe? There are a lot of Indians nearby!" Gilbert and the guide walked in front, with a sullen face, obviously, he was not in a good mood.

  At this time, Li Ao, one of the captains of the militia, walked ahead with a puzzled head, and asked His Excellency the Governor, patting his head.

   A tribe of more than 100 people is not worth doing together.

   "Kacha—" the governor who stepped on a dead branch, with annoyed expression on his face, turned his head and said softly to the militia captain Li Ao who looked suspicious:

   "You have to know, Mr. Leo, we only have a few hundred people, and we can eat as much sheep as we have stomachs.

  We just want to expand our living space, not to fight wars or to show off, do you understand? "

  As soon as this remark was made, the others immediately nodded to express their understanding.

   In response, Gilbert nodded, and continued with a slightly satisfied expression:

   "Besides, we have found out that there seems to be a gold mine near this tribe. Everyone in their tribe is decorated with gold. This is a good opportunity for our Edwardtown to usher in development!"

  Although it is said that the slow sales of rum has made Edwardtown more and more famous, but the three-person case a while ago made Governor Gilbert lose face.

   This is a naked (luo) slap in the face for him. The immigrants are dissatisfied with their desires because of women, and they are very disappointed in him.

  In order to regain his prestige, Gilbert urgently needs a victory and wealth to change the image of dereliction of duty that has fallen in everyone's minds.

   And gold, at the moment, is what he thinks is the most effective.

   Sure enough, after he finished talking about gold, the original plain expressions of all the militiamen instantly turned into fanaticism and excitement.

   "My lord, is what you said true?" One of the militiamen couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, he couldn't wait to look at Gilbert, and asked in disbelief.

   "Of course, this is all true. Everyone, please rest assured that the gold ahead is already waiting for your arrival, and now, you just need to move forward quietly and silently, understand?"

   "Understood, my lord!" Everyone responded in low voices and excitedly, the excitement on their faces was beyond words.

   Gold! Things that tempt the soul, items worth exchanging souls with the devil.

   Under such circumstances, everyone walked quickly. In less than half a day, they came to a place with sparse trees. There were more than a dozen straw huts densely covered in it. If you don't look carefully, it is difficult to distinguish them.

  Several Indian children were holding stone knives, waving them, and picking up a piece of gold on the ground and throwing it around, having a great time.

  The Indian women were covered with gold on their heads and necks. They seemed to dislike the cumbersomeness, so they threw it on the ground, and then started picking corn and sweet potatoes to prepare food for their families.

   "Say, who are you?" Everyone stared at the golden decorations on the Indians in front of them, and then looked at their casual attitude towards them. For a while, they were a little dazed.

  Beside them, a few native Indians wearing strange feathers and full of strange tattoos suddenly appeared, holding spears and staring at them with vigilance.

   Then, the Indians who were playing and working stopped one after another, holding weapons,

  The dangerous atmosphere gradually spread, and Gilbert carefully watched the vigilant Indians and the gathering of more and more indigenous people, his face became paler and paler.

  In the crowd, he pushed Bob, who had learned the language from the Indians for a few days before, and signaled him to speak.

   "Hi, hello, we are Englishmen from a faraway place. We came here on purpose to exchange things!"

  Bob spoke in a half-baked Indian language, showing a forced smile, and said softly.

  Fortunately, the Indians here speak a similar language, so they can barely hear what Bob said.

   "Exchange things? Is your tribe short of things?"

   Then, in such a harmonious atmosphere, Gilbert and his party were welcomed in under the factors of exchanging things and white skin.

  Grand bonfires, performances, and rich meat, all made Gilbert and his party linger.

   When it was said that a sharp scimitar was used to exchange for the gold that could only be used as decoration, the aborigines exchanged it with a smile on the face of a fool.

   Only using three scimitars, about 500 pounds of gold ore was exchanged, and both parties were very happy.

  At night, Bob lay by the campfire, reminiscing about the golden-yellow roasted venison leg at night, the strength is really memorable.

   "Huh?" Feeling that his arm was pushed, Bob turned his eyes and saw that the partner next to him had already got up, and some of them even quietly took knives and cut the throats of the Indians standing guard.

   Under the light of the fire, the flying insects at night had nowhere to hide, densely packed, and wandered around the campfire one after another, but the horror in Bob's heart was incomparable.

   "Could it be that the governor still wants to go to war?"

  After interacting with the Indians for a long time, Bob's impression of them became better and better.

  Simple, friendly, kind, enthusiastic.

   "Yes, compared with direct control, exchange still requires cost!"

   Immediately, Bob looked at his friends who were all ready and excited. Under the light of the fire, their ferocious faces looked like devils from hell, which looked scary.

   With a confused look on his face, he soon received everyone's attention.

   In this regard, a trace of struggle flashed across Bob's face, he forcibly hardened his heart, got up those weapons, and followed the large army.

  Everyone is ready, taking advantage of the sultry night, to start a carnival.

  Gold, women, is their reason for carnival.

   Slaughter, ****, is their way of carnival.

   Men, women, are the objects of their carnival.