Chapter 19: The Power of Unity

"My lord, the Americans have bowed their heads, they have really bowed their heads, we have really won." Logan couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and said to Zhao Wenli in awe.

Xu Yongquan glanced at Zhao Wenli thoughtfully, but did not say anything. He had a vague sense of what was happening in Washington, but he was leading people in the battle of Memphis City at the time and did not know it.

"This is just the beginning, and Americans are not going to give in easily. When they heal their wounds and put an end to their internal strife, they will surely concentrate their greatest strength against us. Although we have created a lot of problems for them, we are still weak in their eyes, so the most important thing in front of us is development, vigorously developing our economy, producing as much food as possible, making better weapons, uniting more Indian and black brothers, and letting them join us in the struggle against the bullying and oppression of the Americans. ”

These words are a bit awkward, and Zhao Wenli's English is not very good, Logan seems to understand it.

"In short, the Americans need a temporary truce to solve their internal problems, and we also need to reach a ceasefire agreement with them, and it is in the interests of both of us to temporarily use the south of the Kansas River and the west of the Mississippi River as a military ceasefire line."

Of course, the West is still in the hands of the French, British, and Spaniards, and the Americans do not seem to have lost anything, but if this agreement is signed, it means that the Indians will give up all the land east of the Mississippi River, but in terms of strength, this is also a helpless choice. Compared to the results of the afterlife, this is already the best way that the traversal can think of.

"However, the land and the people north of Quinta City, we don't care about them, there are still places where Black Hawk fought, and there are Black Hawk people who endure the oppression of the Americans there." Logan said emotionally.

"Manage, of course, we have to manage, but before we grow stronger, we still can't manage, we can only have a choice, so we need to calm down and engage in construction and development." Zhao Wenli stroked the solid red brick wall and said firmly.

Dozens of miles north of Tokyo in the mountains, not surprisingly found a large number of coal mines, after the coal, Zhang Jianguo and others immediately organized manpower to start firing red bricks, hundreds of neat, brand-new red brick houses in the northern suburbs of Tokyo City set up the land, once brought the Cherokee people in the winter warm earthen houses, has long been the Indian people yearn for a nest, with through the crowd to live in such spacious and bright brick houses, has become their realistic pursuit.

In order to make more land for white immigrants, the U.S. government passed the "Indian Relocation Act," which used various means such as coaxing, fraud, and blackmail to drive the Indians, that is, the real native Americans, to the "American Desert" south of the Mississippi River as a solution to the "Indian problem." This is the famous westward movement in American history.

Of course, no tribe wanted to leave their homeland and left on their own initiative, and the American authorities used all means to force the Indians to leave. During one clashes, three white residents were killed by local Sarks. William, the governor of the region, knew that this was not in order, so he devised a scheme of deception for the incident, and called a meeting of the chiefs to strongly condemn the atrocities of the Indians. The panicked chieftains were forced to hand over the samurai, who were primarily responsible for the conflict. William vowed that he would be released if the samurai was willing to pay a certain amount of material compensation to the families of the three victims, as was customary among the Indians.

The chieftains immediately offered to pay for the samurai's freedom. William smiled and became enthusiastic, and he kindly entertained the chiefs with spirits. When the chiefs were full of food and drink, William smiled and pulled out the contract that had been prepared in his arms, saying that he would sign a specific compensation agreement with the chiefs, of course, with some land purchases. The dizzy chiefs signed in a daze.

In the terms of the land purchase, William spent a total of $3,000 to buy a large amount of land for the Sarks, and he clearly stated in the agreement that although the white people had bought the land, the Indians could continue to live in these "white lands", and the whites could allow the Indians to continue to use the resources on the land for free. Of course, if in the far, far future, if the whites need it, then these Indians will have to move away unconditionally.

This apparently unequal compensation agreement did not save the samurai's life, and as soon as the three white family members were satisfied, the samurai was shot in the back of the head, not inside the prison, but outside the prison walls.

Afterwards, the other leader of the Sarks, the Blackhawk chieftain, learned of the agreement and was furious, believing it to be a shameless fraud. He claimed that the chiefs who had met with William and signed the agreement were not authorized by all the Sarks, and that the agreement was clearly invalid. He made it clear: "This land is a place where God has given his children a place to live." We live and farm on this land, we are the owners of this land, we do not sell our land. ”

Out of the anger of the unjust death of the people and the loss of their land, the Black Hawk chief led his people to participate in the siege of the white settlement of Fort Madeson, and allied with the Grand Chief of the Shani tribe, Tecammens, to participate in the 1812 Indian war against the Americans, in which Black Hawk led his warriors to occupy the American castle for a time, besieged the American ** team, and drove the brutal colonists back to the upper reaches of the Mississippi River. But the Americans' weapons and power grew stronger, and another chief, Keokuk, played a very lethal role in sabotaging, sabotaging the Black Hawk's battle plan, so that it could not be taken care of, and was later bought by the U.S. government at a high price, selling the Black Hawk and the land to the U.S. government.

Black Hawk died at the hands of the Indian executioner Taylor, and before he died, he reluctantly issued a declaration of the indomitable Black Hawk clan, in which he wrote:

"I fought bravely, but your guns were aimed at us. Bullets shoot out like birds and whizz in our ears like a cold winter wind blowing through a forest. One by one, my comrades-in-arms fell beside me. In the morning the sun was strangely dim, and at night it hid in the dark clouds, like a burning fire. This will be the last ray of sunlight shining on my Black Hawk. Black Hawk is now a prisoner of the white man. But he had never done anything to disgrace the Indians. All these years the whites have constantly deceived us, plundered our land, and for the sake of the welfare of all our fellow Indians, for the sake of our women and children, Black Hawk has chosen to fight the whites. You all know why we went to war, and the whites know it, and they should be ashamed. Indians are not treacherous, but whites go around slandering us and looking at us with hatred. But the Indians never lied, and the Indians never stole. ”

"An Indian as depraved as the white man will not survive in our people, he will be put to death, and his body will be left in the wilderness to feed the wolves. White people are intent on teaching us to degenerate: hypocrisy, they say one thing and do another. To confuse and deceive us, they smile with us. They pretended to shake hands with us, and after deceiving our trust, they managed to get us drunk, cheat on us, and defile our wives. We told them to get out of the way and stop harassing us, but they followed us closely, haunting our path and coiling around us like poisonous snakes. Every act they have taken has poisoned us deeply, and we are living in danger and there is no longer a peaceful life. Some of us have also become divided, and they have begun to become like them—hypocritical, lazy, liarous, adulterous, and unsusceptible to talk, but unwilling to do things. ”

So we turned to our ancestors for help, hoping that their wisdom would help us get through this. We are inspired by the glorious future that our ancestors have painted. But we were not satisfied, because the situation was getting worse and worse - the deer in the forest were gone, the opossums and beavers had fled without a trace, the springs were drying up, our food was becoming scarce, and our women and children were starving. We lit a bonfire and convened a tribal council. The souls of our ancestors rise up and remind us that we must avenge the injustice we have suffered, or we will die. We solemnly swore an oath in front of the bonfire of the ministry meeting, feeling warm and happy for each other. We negotiated the cries of battle, sharpened our tomahawks and sharp knives. As Chief Black Eagle led his warriors into battle, his heart was tumbling violently. He no longer has any regrets, and he can go to another world very calmly. He has done his duty, and his father will be waiting for him in heaven to reward him. ”

"Farewell, my motherland! Farewell, Black Hawk! ”

Although Black Hawk failed, his fighting spirit has always inspired his people to continue to fight against the United States, just as the Black Hawk Chief said in his final declaration: they have done their best, they have not sat still, they have not disgraced their ancestors, and the rest is left to his people, younger people.

The remnants of the Black Hawk clan have crossed the Mississippi River and continued to live tenaciously and fight unyieldingly in the deep mountains and forests of Illinois, but Logan knows that these Black Hawk warriors are only fighting with one breath, and if they don't hurry up to help, they will fall under the butcher's knife of the Americans at any time.

"Don't worry," Zhao Wenli cautiously patted Logan on the shoulder, "We will never abandon the Black Eagle clansmen, believe me, and also believe in our Black Eagle warriors, they will definitely fight to the last moment." ”

After a pause, he said firmly: "As long as all the Indian people are united and twisted into a rope, no matter how strong the Yankees are, they will not be our opponents." ”

Perhaps it was Zhao Wenli's firmness that infected Logan, who was already in his early fifties, and Logan, who was definitely old among the Indians, seemed to glow with infinite brilliance, clenched his fists in fascination and said: "Yes, as long as we all unite, we will definitely be able to drive out the United States and build our own homeland." ”

Xu Yongquan looked at Zhao Wenli in astonishment, could it be that Zhao Wenli was alone, what arrangements did he have?

"Captain Xu, I'm sorry, you went to Memphis a few days ago, I didn't have time to tell you, let Chen Weidong take Encas and a few other young men out for a walk. But now it seems that the effect is not bad, and when they come back, they will report back to you. ”

Xu Yongquan's face twitched, and he smiled awkwardly: "Where, Brother Zhao just knows, I'm just a simple soldier, I used to only obey orders, and I had to think about the whole affair, and I had to come to Brother Zhao." ”

"You're welcome, Captain Xu, everyone is in the same boat, you should be open and honest about anything, I am a straight person, you are also a real soldier, not the kind of person who is flamboyant, as long as we all work together, we will definitely be able to make a world on the American continent."

"Brother Zhao, you're right, don't worry, I'll listen to you." Xu Yongquan smiled embarrassedly and said sincerely.

As the traversers became more and more convinced of Zhao Wenli, Xu Yongquan gradually felt a strong sense of loss. However, as an upright and brave soldier, he knows that everyone's choice is correct, and only Zhao Wenli can bring everyone a stable life and a better future, not him, a martial artist.

Despite this, he still felt infinite loss, this loss was not because he was jealous of Zhao Wenli's popularity, but because he gradually felt his powerlessness, and he began to doubt his ability. As the captain of the airborne team, most of the fighters have their own specialties and have already put themselves into their work, but what can he do for everyone? Is it really just a simple warrior and a bystander.

He wanted to look away generously, and when he touched Zhou Wenqian's clear eyes, he thought that he could get some compensation in terms of emotion.

Unexpectedly, he still lost.

Zhou Wenqian and Zhao Wenli traveled all the way without sparks, but they produced sparks of love after crossing over.

"Age is not a problem, height is not distance," Zhou Wenqian's resolute words were like a knife cutting at Xu Yong's heart, making him feel as if he was immediately in an ice cave.

"Xiao Zhou, in fact, I am very puzzled, it is said that Captain Xu is younger and more capable than me, and he is the object of your hope, why is he interested in me, a half-old man?" Zhao Wenli looked distressed.

"Captain Xu is good, I admit that marrying a real Air Force soldier used to be my dream," Zhou Wenqian said without pretension, "But, since I came here, I realized that I was wrong, what I want is not actually the Air Force, but a mature and steady, but a gentle sense of security, and I can only find it in you." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Wenli looked at Zhou Wenqian puzzled.

"People... My parents have died since I was a child, so I really want to get a father's embrace and a big brother's care," Zhou Wenqian, who has always been elegant and generous, showed a rare little daughter at this time, and said, "I am just an orphan, although the help of well-wishers allowed me to finish college and have a good job, but I have never encountered that warm feeling, and only when I stand behind you, I feel that rare peace." ”

While speaking, Zhou Wenqian's bright big eyes unconsciously shed a few lines of tears.

"You... Don't cry," Zhao Wenli naturally stretched out his hand, wanting to wipe away her tears, but he didn't want to usher in a warm and soft body, needless to say, the two young people who had long been enthusiastic finally couldn't help but hug each other.

Xu Yongquan walked away silently, his eyes projected on the far West, maybe only in his own motherland can he find his sustenance?

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, good news, good news." Zhang Bin, a soldier of the airborne team and a former high-level student majoring in ceramics, rushed in, but saw Xu Yongquan in a daze, couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and said embarrassedly, "Captain, are you also there?" ”

"Well, yes, what's the good news, let me share it too?" Xu Yongquan said with a slight sourness.

"Captain, our pottery has finally been burned, and the result is very good, and the Indians are stunned when they see it." Zhang Bin cautiously glanced at Xu Yongquan's calm expression, and finally couldn't help but say excitedly, "Success, we succeeded, in the future, we will finally have a big deal that really makes money." ”

"Okay, great," Zhao Wenli patted his thigh excitedly, "This time, we finally have something we can get our hands on." Militarily, we can't do anything with them for the time being, but economically, we must have a way to surpass them. ”

"Well, that's good news." Xu Yongquan also praised sincerely.

"Let's go," Zhao Wenli didn't notice Xu Yongquan's slight sourness in admiration, and waved his hand excitedly, "Let's go, let's take a look and see our own achievements." ”

Being pulled by Zhao Wenli like this, Xu Yongquan's heart warmed, he shook his head fiercely, threw away those messy thoughts, and said excitedly: "Well, let's go, let's go together." ”