Su Muri woke up from a drowsiness, opened his eyes for a while, and suddenly struggled out of the bed, he felt a pain in the back of his hand, and quickly looked, and found a thin needle connected to a thin tube of unknown material, and the other end of the tube was a transparent container, which looked very exquisite, and it was a liquid like water. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Su Muri was a smart guy and immediately understood what was being sent into his body.

He hurriedly pulled the thin needle off the back of his hand, but with his knowledge of an eighteenth-century Native American, it was impossible for him to know that he had to hold the eye of the needle after the needle was raised, and the blood flowed from his veins, but after all, Su Muri was the most famous young warrior and the best hunter in the tribe, and he ignored this small injury.

Sumuri had found himself lying in a rudimentary tent, devoid of any idols or other ornaments, but on the very soft and comfortable bed on which he was lying, especially the bedding on it, which was 10,000 times more comfortable than the hides and licorice of his tribe.

At this time, a person walked in outside the tent, and Su Muri immediately became alert. It was a man of similar skin to himself, but his features were different from those of most of the Indians Sumuri had ever seen, and his clothes were strange and colorful, and he was not very athletic, but he was full of spirit. Su Muri is very unfamiliar with this kind of temperament, it stands to reason that only a proud warrior can make him feel valued, but the person in front of him is restrained and looks reserved and cautious, and Su Muri feels a heavy pressure for no reason.

Su Muri wanted to take him down, forcing him to ask what was wrong. After the trance, Sumuri had already remembered that he had been chased by a group of Tunwa people, and then he was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

Immediately afterwards, Su Muri felt his weakness, he was wounded by an arrow, and when he pulled his back, he felt a cone pain, and the originally fierce Indian warrior fell to the ground just as he wanted to do it.

The man who walked into the tent spoke a language that Sumuri did not understand, but his gestures Sumuri understood, and he held his hands in front of his chest to indicate that there was no weapon, that is, there was no hostility. After a while, a girl dressed in white walked in, Su Muli had never seen a woman with such white skin, although this girl was not very beautiful, but Su Muli couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

The girl in white also seemed to be very curious about Su Muri, but she was also very careful not to approach the five big and three thick Indian youths. The girl took a small metal lunch box and handed it to the colorful man, who walked up to Su Muri and placed it on the ground in front of him.

Su Muri smelled a sweet scent, accompanied by the smell of meat. Su Muri immediately understood that the delicate-looking small container should contain food. He didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten, and the moment he smelled the food, he had no resistance.

The clever Sumuri knew at least a few things, this was definitely not the village of his tribe's old enemies, the Tongwa people, these strange-looking people he had never seen before, and he didn't feel malice in them, these guys seemed to be very easy to get along with.

Sumuri comes from the Chumash ethnic group on the coast north of Los Angeles, one of the most powerful Indian groups on the California coast, divided into dozens of tribes, large and small. Not only was Sumuri a strong warrior, but he also had the mercantile qualities of the Chumash, and he knew that two years earlier in the northern part of his village, on the shores of Lake Laguna, a group of white-skinned Spaniards had established a mission center. Sumuri also knew that these Spaniards had a very different culture from the Indians. Although the Indians had different languages and customs, they were all more or less similar, but the Spaniards brought with them very different civilizations and even heretical beliefs.

In this man dressed in colorful clothes and the little girl in white, Sumuri sensed a difference, their way of life seemed to be completely different from that of the Chumash and Tunwa, which reminded him of the Spaniards who established the mission center on the shores of Lake Laguna.

The aroma of the porridge had completely conquered the Sumuri, and the young man living on the west coast of North America had never tasted the taste of rice in his life, which came from Zheng He's fleet, which was the grain that Zheng He procured in Southeast Asia, and which was now an important food for the colonies. The meat in the porridge is wild boar, and the harvest of the hunting group this time, the head of the cooking class cut a finger of meat close to the pig's skin with lard, chopped it into fine diced meat, fried it until fragrant, and then sprinkled it in the porridge, and cooked it with the porridge for a while.

This kind of food is not a big deal for any ordinary modern person, but for the Indian boy who sometimes has to drink blood, this bowl of porridge is simply delicious, even if the porridge is a little hot, but Sumuri eats extremely sweet. He didn't use a spoon, he poured the lunch box into his mouth, and muttered as he ate, knowing that it must be something like admiration.

After this meal, Su Muli was also a little relieved about the colorful man in front of him, if the other party wanted to be unfavorable to himself, there was no need to give himself such a delicious thing, obviously the other party would treat himself as a distinguished guest to come up with such delicious food.

The two did not understand the language, so they could only make a general comparison, and Su Muri followed the man out of the tent, and then he was completely shocked.

Appearing in front of him was an endless group of tents, and Sumuri exclaimed, "How big is your tribe?!" ”

Of course, the man in front of him absolutely couldn't understand it.

Not only have hundreds of tents been built in this camp, not far away, some brick and stone houses have also been built, and the workers of China Construction have done these things very quickly, and they have also brought a lot of building materials, and even the fleet of the Republic of China has some materials that can be used, such as ordinary three-story buildings that can accommodate nearly 100 people, they can build three or four buildings in a day.

The first to be built were functional buildings, such as the office building of the decision-making committee, a building with the obvious characteristics of the town government building in the 90s. It is not the Decision Council and other colonial units that use their political power to take the lead in meeting their own needs. It is the stage of the creation of the colony, if it is to deal with any affairs, it is extremely troublesome to go from one boat to another, and it is very inconvenient to work, so the first batch of houses built are all government functions.

However, the decision committee did not ignore the problem of the residence of ordinary immigrants, the modern crowd is okay, the living environment of the Changmao wheel and the Qilianshan is good, but the Republic of China and the Ming Dynasty are put on, and many people are a group of people crammed into a small cabin, unable to see the sun, and unable to move. This group of people is the first place for the final committee to arrange accommodation. Some were placed on ships with better living conditions, while others waited for the completion of the new "dormitory building" to move in.

The busy construction scene shocked Sumuri. The scene of hundreds of tents, and thousands of people already busy working, let him know that this is a very powerful tribe.

Soon, Sumuri reacted to another problem, this is clearly the territory of his own Chumash people, the Tunwa people, and these people from other lands like the Spaniards are building here on a large scale, which will obviously conflict with the Tunwa.

Although the young Chumash is relatively ignorant, lacking in civilization and knowledge, this does not mean that he lacks wisdom. On the contrary, Sumuri was an extremely intelligent fellow, and although he had not yet properly communicated with these foreigners, he had already thought of a lot of problems.

At this moment, a rapid sound of horses' hooves came, Su Muli followed the voice, and the man next to him said a sentence in a language that did not know the semantics, if Su Muli knew Chinese, he would understand, that is: "The hunters are back!" ”

A group of hunters in khaki uniforms, riding sturdy Arabian horses and sweaty horses, carrying carbines or M1903 rifles, and some small prey hanging on the saddle, such as pheasants, rabbits, etc., and even a stunned hunter who doesn't know which one, and also shot a few instant noodles Jun back, maybe he didn't know that this cute prey actually tasted inedible.

The four-wheeled warrior car had an open roof, and several heavy brown bears, reindeer, and wild boars were thrown inside, and Su Muri was even more shocked to see this scene. He was horrified by the car that could move on its own, and some Indians also made carts, but the carts drawn by livestock were also very high-tech things for the Chumash people, and this kind of arrogant and domineering vehicle that could speed on its own was like a god's car to him.

Sumuri was a curious and bold young man, and he didn't go straight to the warrior chariot and prayed, his mind was full of too many questions.

Those large prey, often one tribe hits one, which is a very exciting thing, and the hunters of this mysterious immigrant tribe are able to hit so many in one go. Su Muri looked at the horses under the crotches of the hunters, and his eyes were also hot.

The wild horses of North America were formed after the colonists brought them away, and the Indians domesticated these wild horses themselves, which also became an important asset for themselves. In the eighteenth century, horses were on the rise, but they were still a valuable resource. In the Sumuri tribe, there are only a dozen horses in total. Looking at these hunting BMWs, Su Muli couldn't help but fantasize about what a joyful scene it would be if he rode on them, went in and out of the grassland forest, and hunted and galloped.

At this time, a hunter saw Sumuri, turned over and dismounted, and said with a smile: "Has our Indian friend woken up?" It just so happened that Lieutenant Colonel Bai still wanted to talk to him. ”