My British Empire

Sure enough, Your Excellency did not break his promise, adhering to the tradition of being dedicated to the public, he selected a jury of twelve members, and then began the public trial.

The three were then sentenced to felling trees for three months and losing their liberty for three months as punishment for the crime of vandalism.

As the governor, Gilbert was not happy about being judged for this crime, but felt a little ashamed.

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

So after those three shameless people were punished, the governor led 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 people, and some dry food. These were all their preparations.

This time, Gilbert set his sights on a small tribe of Indians a hundred miles away and 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 big carpet made 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 gaps in bundles with difficulty, exudes an 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 in a bad mood.

But 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 fighting together.

"Kacha——" the governor, who stepped on a dead branch, looked irritated. He 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 many sheep as we have stomachs.

We are just to expand the living space, not to fight or boast, you understand? "

As soon as this remark came out, the others immediately nodded to express their understanding.

In this regard, 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 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.

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

Sure enough, after he finished talking about gold, the calm 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, but now, you just need to move forward quietly and silently, understand?"

"Understood, my lord!" Everyone responded in a low voice but 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, with their heads and necks covered with gold, seemed to dislike it as a burden, so they threw it on the ground, and then started picking corn and sweet potatoes to prepare food for their families.

"Tell me, 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 few 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.

"You, hello, we are Englishmen from a faraway place. We came here specially to exchange things!"

Bob spoke in a half-baked Indian language with a forced smile.

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 with the factors of exchanging things and white skin.

The grand bonfire, performances, and rich meat all made Gilbert and his party linger on.

When it was said that a sharp machete should be exchanged for the gold that can only be used as decoration, the aborigines exchanged it with a smile on the face of a fool.

With just three scimitars, about 500 pounds of gold ore were exchanged, and both parties were very happy.

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

"Huh?" Feeling his arm being pushed, Bob turned around and saw that the companions 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?"

As time went by with the Indians, Bob's impression of them became better and better.

Simple, friendly, kind, warm.

"That's right, compared to 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 frightening.

And 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 to start a carnival taking advantage of the sultry night.

Gold, women, is their reason for carnival.

Massacre, killing, is their way of carnival.

Men, women, are the objects of their carnival.