Chapter 1351: Blood-Stained Gold

At this moment, on the other side of Europe where the red moon hangs in the sky, America presents a different scene.

The sun is high over the mountain, and the French are anxious and fearful after snatching this mineral vein from the hands of the British.

They have been mining for some time, but have had little success, and now they are trapped inside the American continent by the Longyan.

Although the territory is vast, they have no Method to make contact with their own country, which is equivalent to being completely isolated.

"Did you find anything of value?" Richard, the representative of the French, asked with a gloomy face.

The Indian who was mining shook his head.

Richard cracked his whip down with a snap!

That Indian did not dare to say a single word aloud.

"Damn British, damn Longyan!" Richard cursed in pain.

He looked at the Indian chief who had 'defected' from the Longyan, pointed at his nose, and said viciously: "If you can't mine anything out, I will kill you!"

That Indian chief was expressionless; he ignored Richard and instead helped up his fellow tribesman.

Seeing this scene, for some reason, anger flared up in Richard!

"Go dig, quickly!"

The whip in Richard's hand was raised high and fell heavily.

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

This Indian chief did not dodge, gritting his teeth to endure, while silently reciting in his heart that everything he was doing now was for the sake of future life.

Just at this moment, with a boom.

The entrance to the mined mountain cave suddenly collapsed, and smoke rose everywhere.

The Indians' faces froze; some wailed, for their brothers and friends were inside.

Some felt fortunate that it was not themselves who had just gone in.

Watching the smoke rise and the crimson blood flowing out from under the rocks, everyone fell into silence, lowering their heads in mourning.

Richard looked over immediately and, finding that this group of Indians was not working, roared instantly: "You lazy bunch, what are you doing!"

Richard walked toward the collapsed cave entrance, cursing and swearing, and raised his whip to strike at the mourning Indians.

"You lazy pigs!"

But just at this moment, through the dust, Richard suddenly saw a golden glimmer appearing at the entrance of the collapsed cave.

"This is..."

Richard immediately walked toward the place with the golden glimmer.

He did not even know he was stepping on the crimson blood, leaving a bloody footprint with every step; as he gradually saw it clearly, his eyes were instantly stained with a greedy, burning gaze.

He picked up a piece of ore, looked at it again and again, and after distinguishing it carefully.

He was instantly ecstatic, the corners of his mouth curling up: "It's gold! It's gold!"

Upon hearing these two words, the other Frenchmen were stunned for a moment and hurried toward the collapsed cave entrance, stepping on the crimson blood.

They even picked up the ore still stained with crimson blood and held it up to the sunlight to admire.

Joy immediately appeared on their faces: "Gold, it really is gold!"

"This is a gold mine!"

"Hahaha, Longyan, British, you didn't expect this!" The group of Frenchmen clutched the gold in their hands as if they had discovered a treasure; no one cared that this gold was still covered in undried crimson blood.

Richard turned around, looked at the Indian chief who had revealed it to him, and said: "You are not bad. As a reward, I can allow you not to labor, and I can also satisfy one request of yours—of course, provided it does not infringe upon our French interests."

An Indian heard this and immediately said: "I want to leave here."

That Indian chief did not speak.

But Richard's expression changed; he waved his hand, and immediately some Frenchmen shot and killed this Indian.

The Indian chief's expression changed, and he immediately said angrily: "You said you would grant us one condition!"

Richard smiled and said indifferently: "I said it must not harm our French

interests, and I believe letting him go harms our French interests."

As soon as these words were spoken, countless Indians immediately cursed loudly.

"You French are just beasts!"

"Bastards!"

"Fight them to the death!"

Richard raised his hand, a smile still hanging on his face, about to bring it down.

The Indian chief suddenly stopped him and said: "I understand. We want to bury the Indians who died in this mountain collapse."

Richard laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "No problem, but you have to dig them out yourselves."

After Richard left, this group of Indians came up and asked angrily.

"Why compromise with that devil!"

"That's right, we aren't afraid of death; we want to avenge our fellow tribesmen!"

On the Indian chief's dark face, twisted and ferocious, he knelt on the ground powerlessly and said: "I'm sorry, it is I who failed to lead the tribe well."

"But I cannot watch you go to your deaths anymore. What do you have to compete with the French? Hammers? Iron rods? Or bows and arrows?"

"The French have cannons and guns; how can we fight?"

These questions struck the heart of every Indian; they had already witnessed the power of those weapons, while they, the Indians, still maintained their former state.

Hunting still relies on bows and arrows; how can they confront those weapons?

They fell into silence.

The Indian chief stood up, swept his gaze over every Indian, and said.

"But brothers, do not give up on living. One day, I will drive these French and British, all the colonists, out of America!"

"But we have no weapons, we have nothing; how can we drive them out?" an Indian asked.

"No, we do have them—in the hands of the enemy."

In America, in a British Colonial Area, the British, having been defeated by the French, were completely bewildered.

"How did those French know that place was our ore vein?"

The British spokesman Kelinxi could not figure it out at all; this ore vein had been discovered jointly by them and the Longyan.

Come to think of it, it was an accident; at the time, a Longyan merchant and a British merchant were traveling together past this ore vein, and unexpectedly, they picked up ore from the ground that was actually shimmering with gold.

This matter was immediately reported to Britain, and Kelinxi also immediately dispatched troops to occupy this ore vein before the Longyan could.

But he did not expect that after they occupied it, they did not wait for the Longyan, but instead waited for the French Army.

Kelinxi was looking at the map, right at this moment.

"Report, the Longyan merchants have been captured."

"They got lost and were captured by us before they could return to Longyan City; they are eating right now."

Kelinxi nodded; the Longyan were currently in a cooperative relationship with them, and he dared not kill these two Longyan no matter what.

However, since they had been captured before even leaving the forest, the suspicion against the Longyan could be ruled out.

This group of French really must have stepped in dog shit to stumble upon a gold mine like this.

"Pass down my order to assemble the troops; we absolutely cannot let this gold mine go to the French!"

"Yes!"

The two Longyan merchants, watching the British urgently assemble in the mess hall, immediately realized that the plan of Qingyang Xiansheng had worked.

This group of French and British were bound to beat each other's brains out.