Chapter 1613: The First Mission

At this time, in America.

After learning that Deng En had regained consciousness, Qin Zhangfeng questioned him throughout the night.

Only after Qin Zhangfeng revealed some information was he able to pry open Deng En's mouth, and they learned from Deng En what this was all about.

It turned out those scapegoats were found by Deng En for the sheriff.

At the time, he was still wondering how the sheriff had managed to catch those master thieves with his ability; it turned out it was all because of Deng En.

After this news was confirmed by Fang Dalong, they felt a certain sense of gratitude toward Deng En, the man who had indirectly helped them.

Under the care of the Longyan nurse, the wounds on Deng En's body gradually began to heal.

After observing for this period of time, he also gained some understanding of this Small Tavern.

Especially after learning that this place was considered a gathering point for Indians, Deng En became even more enthusiastic about the affairs here.

Although Deng En was French, he had no sense of belonging to France; having lived in America for so many years, the people he had the most contact with were Indians.

Sometimes, the Indians were like his second father.

Qin Zhangfeng came to visit him again.

"Deng En, how do you feel about life here? Have you considered staying to help us?" Qin Zhangfeng asked directly, getting straight to the point.

Deng En smiled; he had no reason to refuse such a request from his savior, and Deng En said gratefully: "It should be me asking for your opinion."

"Asking if you are willing to accept me, a Frenchman; you have already provided me with too much shelter."

Qin Zhangfeng opened his arms for a hug and smiled: "Welcome to our team."

"Thank you." Deng En hugged him back.

Everyone cheered and jumped for joy because of Deng En's addition.

Looking at Qin Zhangfeng, Fang Dalong, and the Chief standing there, Deng En smiled: "Gentlemen, what can I do for you?"

The smile on Qin Zhangfeng's face faded, and he said with some apology: "Although you have just joined, it is a bit abrupt to ask you to participate in work immediately."

"But the situation is special now; according to reliable information we have obtained, France is already preparing to wage war against Britain, and there is not much time left for us."

"We need to launch an uprising as soon as possible and mobilize the Indians to leave here."

Deng En immediately realized the severity of the situation.

Based on the intelligence he had, it was not hard to deduce that the weapons needed for an Indian Uprising were not many, and Deng En said: "Whatever you need me to do, just give the order."

Qin Zhangfeng said in a deep voice: "I hope you can help us do what you are good at; help me find out where in France there are enough weapons that we can obtain."

After hearing this, Deng En's brows slowly relaxed: "If it is this matter, I think General Qin does not need to worry at all."

"I know a person who used to be my client, but the business he does is selling weapons; as long as you give him enough money, he can get you any weapon you want."

"I can help you contact him."

Hearing this news, Qin Zhangfeng was overjoyed; it was not that he hadn't looked for weapon merchants on the black market, but the weapons they could provide were pitifully few.

After all, their demand was too great.

There were simply too few weapon merchants who could satisfy these appetites.

Ordinary weapon merchants were nothing more than blacksmiths selling knives, spears, swords, and halberds.

Qin Zhangfeng reminded him: "We are not short of knives and spears now; what we need are guns!"

Deng En indicated he understood: "Coincidentally, the person I know only sells guns; he believes that guns, as a type of weapon, will change the current battlefield situation."

"Therefore, he only sells guns."

Qin Zhangfeng was taken aback; current Muskets were strictly managed among all the various factions.

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He did not expect that there would be a merchant who dared to sell these; if caught by Richard, it would be certain death!

"Deng En, this friend of yours, has he not been caught by Richard yet?"

Deng En shook his head: "I don't know what his name is, nor do I know who he is; I only know he has a certain connection with the French military."

After learning this situation, Qin Zhangfeng pondered for a moment and said: "Good, let us meet this friend of yours and see if he can bring us a surprise."

Deng En gave a faint smile: "Trust me, General, you will definitely get what you want from him."

On the other side of America.

British Colonial District.

Under the planning of Qingyang Shuo, George and Gelin finally contracted a large piece of land on the edge of the British territory.

They became somewhat famous large Plantation Owners in the local area.

Both George and Gelin understood in their hearts that they would never be able to hold any position in the British Colonial District for the rest of their lives.

So the two of them started a plantation.

George hired a large number of black slaves; from a merchant's perspective, the labor cost of these black slaves was very low.

This day, George was sitting in his courtyard.

Looking at the cherry tree his father had chopped down back then, George did not pick up an axe to chop the cherry tree to the ground.

He believed that drinking tea under the cherry tree and admiring the plantation was a very pleasant thing.

They, the British, were fond of this drink from Longyan called 'tea'.

It tasted astringent and a bit bitter, but it was fragrant and refreshing.

It was one of George's favorite drinks.

"Yo, George."

His good friend Gelin arrived at George's manor riding a tall, fine horse.

Although the two manors were less than two hundred meters apart and Gelin could arrive just by walking a few steps.

Yet Gelin had an almost pathological insistence on riding a horse to George's manor.

This made Qiaozhi very confused.

Qiaozhi once asked Gelin: "The two of us are no more than two hundred meters apart; you could reach me in two steps, so why must you ride a horse over?"

To this question, Gelin answered very seriously: "Riding a horse has more of a sense of ritual, and it makes me look like a Captain still."

Hearing such an answer, Qiaozhi fell silent.

He never asked Gelin a similar question again.

Today, Gelin came over again.

After Gelin dismounted, he entered Qiaozhi's manor.

Qiaozhi glanced at him and ignored him.

Gelin, however, acted very familiar, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

Looking at the boundless plantation, he poured out the tea Qiaozhi had long prepared for himself, poured a new cup, and said indifferently: "Qiaozhi, I have received news about France; do you want to hear it?"

Qiaozhi glanced at him and refused: "I do not."

Gelin, however, continued on his own: "According to reliable information."

"France is very likely to go to war with Britain in the near future."

Upon hearing this news, a flash of sharpness crossed Qiaozhi's eyes, and he stood up abruptly to stare at Gelin, but just as he was about to ask about what followed, he suddenly deflated and slumped back into his chair.

"What does this have to do with me..."