Chapter 4 A sigh

Dozens of zhang away, Chen Weidong screamed in surprise: "Moxigan, is this the legendary Moxigan!" ”

Zhu Linlin showed an expectant look and looked at Hu Jiaqing with fascination: "Mo Xigan, is it the sand god?" ”

"Sha, you are big," Hu Jiaqing glared at her angrily, "This time the real Mohican people are here, we are just afraid that there will be no good life." ”

Zhu Linlin stuck out her tongue aggrievedly: "How do I know, didn't I just say that when I heard you talk about the Milanba God and Sand God every day?" ”

The person who came was quickly escorted over, but he seemed to have just experienced a bitter battle, not only his clothes and pants were torn, but his body was even more blurred with pieces of flesh and blood. Although he was exhausted when he was escorted over, he was pushed by someone, and his eyes were full of hatred, but why was his face red?

"Are they red?" Zhu Linlin asked curiously.

"You've gone to college, where in the world are there red people? It is the custom of the Indians, who like to paint their faces red. If you don't believe it, just wash your face. ”

"Really." Zhu Linlin showed a childish look, not at all sad about Wu Jiaqing's accusations against her, like a tame kitten, obediently snuggling up to Wu Jiaqing's side.

Zhao Wenli glared at Zhu Linlin with some annoyance and said: "Now that you have come to the United States, you can't just remember fashion and beauty all day long, you have to find a way to pick up what you learned in college, otherwise, don't blame us all for scolding you." ”

Zhu Linlin smiled bitterly and stuck out her tongue. In other words, Zhao Wenli has criticized himself a lot in this industry, and he has the style of hating the big brother who does not make iron and steel. It could have been heard as a joke before, but Zhu Linlin knew that this time Brother Zhao was serious. Presumably, there are so many people in the crowd, so I am studying this major, and I have a long way to go.

"Gu Zuopeng, have a better attitude, don't hurt others," Xu Yongquan couldn't help but smile a little dumbly when he saw this Mohigan make his little soldiers look like this, maybe they are used to treating themselves as law enforcers, and they are used to treating all the suspects under them so roughly, but this is in the unfamiliar American continent, the previous style of vigorous and resolute, smashing and robbing can still work?

"Oh," Gu Zuopeng looked at the captain's unhappy look, and relaxed his hand a little aggrieved, who knew that as soon as he let go of his hand, the man slammed into his chest viciously, and he was immediately knocked to the ground, and he couldn't help but get up again in anger, "Damn, I don't know what to do, right?" ”

"Let's go, Gu Zuopeng, I can't act according to my previous style in the future, there's nothing for you to do here, you can return to the team," Xu Yongquan waved his hand in a complicated mood, waved his hand and called Chen Weidong, "Come, ask him if he understands English, and this matter will be handed over to you." ”

Although the airborne team is all from the background of soldiers, most of them still enlisted in the army after graduating from high school and junior high school, but I didn't expect Chen Weidong, a new recruit who is bilingual in English and Spanish, to come in handy.

"You, look at me," Chen Weidong tried to squeeze out a few smiles, feigning sincerity, and looked at the enraged Mohican man word by word in his familiar American English.

"Huh..."Moxigan was stunned, his eyes full of hostility, and he looked at Chen Weidong in puzzlement, obviously, Chen Weidong's strange language made him feel a little shocked.

Chen Weidong slowly stepped forward, waved his hand, and motioned to the two soldiers holding the Mohicans: "Let him go, don't scare them, let them feel our kindness." ”

The young soldier looked at Xu Yongquan pleadingly.

"Yes, listen to him." Xu Yongquan waved his hand impatiently. The two slowly let go of the Mohican arm, but still stood by with a wary expression.

Mo Xigan's face was more puzzled, he soothed his somewhat stiff hands and feet, and looked at Chen Weidong for a long time.

"Look at me, look at my eyes, my face, my skin, and then look at yourself, do you notice, in the end, what's the difference?" Chen Weidong's encouraging eyes looked at the Mohican people sincerely, "Be careful, you can see clearly." ”

The hostility on Mo Xigan's face eased slightly, and he really looked at Chen Weidong left and right, and shook his head vigorously.

"That's it, I'm the same as you, both have black hair and yellow skin, and they may have been a family many, many years ago. So, why are you so unkind to us, believe me, we are not Americans, we are definitely not hateful Americans. We are not here to rob you of your things and occupy your land, we are not murderers of your people, wives and children, and to rob your property and food, we are friends, but also brothers, we are here to help you and help you get rid of Yankee aggression and bullying. Can you trust us. ”

"Really, you're really not in the same league as the Americans." The Mohican asked eagerly. Although some surprise and anticipation flashed quickly on his face, after years of expulsion and massacre by the Americans, and after countless deceptions and betrayals, he did not dare to trust anyone easily.

"Of course it's true," Chen Weidong said unquestionably.

"So, since we are a family, can you help us defeat the Americans, because our people are being slaughtered by them, and now they are all about to be killed?" Moxigan looked at Chen Weidong with a mocking look in his eyes, and looked at the direction behind him, but he was infinitely sad.

"Ask him, what's going on," Xu Yongquan nodded slightly.

"If you are really our own people, then send someone to save our people." Mo Xigan suddenly became excited, and quickly told Chen Weidong about the ins and outs of the future.

The Indians are the rightful masters of the North American continent, even if they never threw away a unified nation, but the fact that they have grown up in the North American continent for thousands of years is irrefutable.

The pagans of Europe, when they came to the American continent on the Mayflower, did not think that they would become masters here, but they only heard from the merchants who were engaged in the fur business that there was a land that was not under the control of the Church, and so, forced to make a living, forced by the cruel persecution of the Church, they met together, sailed, and risked their lives here.

Fearing that their arrival would disturb the peace of the place and cause the locals to resent it, they did not hesitate to lower their status and invited the locals to celebrate the festival with them, a holiday that would be remembered by all the descendants of the Indians, thanking the Indians for letting them stay, and thanking the Indians for their repeated leniency and making them the masters of the land.

Human ambition was gradually inflated, and when the Europeans who escaped their lives found that the Indians were so kind and deceitful, so stupid, but occupied such a vast area, they felt how unfair it was for God to give such a good thing to the Indians, and they became angry, and they began to move, and the war began to unfold between the immigrants and the indigenous Indians.

With the independence of the thirteen states of North America and the establishment of the United States, immigrants found that if they wanted to have a wider space and live better, the Indians would be their biggest obstacle. The only way to achieve your wish is to drive away, exterminate, or even kill all the Indians here.

So their founding president, Mr. Washington, began to spare no effort to do things contrary to the civilization they advocated:

One of the contrasting realities of North America at that time was that the Indians, with small populations, occupied a huge amount of forests and land; With the influx of immigrants, land in the United States has become increasingly tight, and it is simply not enough to meet the needs of immigrants. Because of their military weakness and their greater enthusiasm for infighting, the Indians were little powerless to deal with the encroachment of immigrants, let alone the military attacks of a great power. At this time, their survival and rights must in fact rely on compromises with the strong.

During the presidency of Washington, the task of dealing with Indian affairs fell to Henry Knox, the first secretary of war of the President of Washington. In his view, Indian tribes should be sovereign, self-governing states like the states of the United States, and that the United States of America should recognize the powers of their self-government and recognize their borders. He argued that the constant entry of whites into Indian lands was the primary cause of conflict, and that the only way to make lasting peace was for the federal government to restrain its nationals. Moreover, he also believes that the federal government has a moral obligation and responsibility to protect Indian culture from extinction. Otherwise, the contact and conflict between cultures with such great differences in development will lead to cultural extinction that is almost inevitable.

Washington and Knox, trying to be as kind to the Indians as possible. They wanted to be able to buy land from the Indians on an equal footing and legally through a trade treaty to expand demand in the rest of the United States. This is what historians call the concept of "glorious expansion".

As soon as President Washington took office, Knox's Indian policy began. The federal government recognized that Indian tribes were sovereign states and that the United States had to deal with the Indians by treaty. Such a treaty, according to the Constitution, must be adopted by two-thirds of the Senate. Congress passed the Indian Trade and Intercourse Act of 1790, which required that the purchase of Indian tribal land must be negotiated by the president-appointed commissioner of Indian affairs and the Indians, and that the states should not take it by force.

In this way, under the guise of peace, Knox raised the long-term issue of preserving Indian culture. Both Washington and Knox believed that the disadvantage of the Indians was culturally developed, not racially. Therefore, the Indians are fully capable and should help them become "civilized." Not only would this enable Indians to integrate into American society and become competent citizens, they argued, but it would also be the only way to reverse their vulnerability and avoid cultural extinction. Therefore, they believed that the Indians needed to learn, and the role of the government was to encourage that learning.

Washington and Knox must first confront the legacy of history. Seeing that their actions were no longer able to remove the white settlers who had previously invaded the Cherokee land, they negotiated land purchases with the Cherokees, bought the land that had been encroached upon, surveyed new boundaries, and then strictly forbade further white invasions. In the Treaty of Holston in 1791, Knox demanded that the Cherokees be "civilized" and that the federal government would help them transform from hunters to herders and farmers. Congress added provisions to the Trade and Relations Act of 1793 to donate farm implements, domesticated livestock, and other "civilized" articles to the Indians, requiring them to be demonstrated in their use.

This is President Washington's "civilization plan" and the core of the concept of "glorious expansion". At this time, the traditional economic method of hunting deerskins at the Cherokee was indeed unsustainable, and a new way out was urgently needed. This is also the reason why the Cherokee people warmly welcomed the "civilized" program of the US federal government.

History has proved that the so-called civilization is nothing more than a cloth used by careerists to cover up their shame, and with the increasing number of immigrants, Washington is even more eloquent in preaching democracy with universal values on the one hand, but skillfully skinning the Indians. The first president, George who was exalted to heaven by the bourgeoisie? Washington advocated the use of Indian human skins for leather boots. He also smugly boasted: "Peel the skin from the hips down, so that you can make a tall soft boot that can be legged together." ”

And President Thomas, who proclaimed that "all men are created equal"? Jefferson, for his part, "sought to exterminate the Indians, or to deport them where we would not go." "James? President Madison decreed in 1814 that the government would pay $50 or $100 for each Indian skull turned in ($50 for killing infants and women under 12 years of age, and $100 for killing men over 12 years of age). Abraham? Lincoln, who signed the order by the president's own hand or did it himself, died one Indian every ten minutes at his hands.

Theodore? Roosevelt even pointed out nakedly: It is best to let the Indians die.

And the poor Mohican in front of him is only one of the countless innocent Indians who have been harmed. ，

Most people seem to have heard of this history, but it happened in the distant United States, under the spring breeze of reform, which has long been disguised by the so-called flowery universal values, but now they listen to the man in front of them tearfully describe the tragic situation of his people, and the travelers are all moved.

"Kill the Yankees," shouted many of the soldiers, not only for what happened to the Indians, but also for the comrades who had died unjustly in another time and space.

"Captain, give the order, kill this group of hateful Yankees, rescue the suffering Indian people, and avenge the souls of the world." There are even soldiers who swear to express their positions.

Zhao Wenli watched the traversers around him quietly, wanting to say something, but seeing the excitement of the people, even Chen Dayong was waving his fists and shouting loudly, and after thinking about it, he still stopped.

"Comrades," Xu Yongquan was also trying to control his emotions, but his emotions at the moment were obviously out of control, "The Indian brothers are being slaughtered by the American imperialists, and the next one may be us, as dignified seven-foot men, we can't sit idly by and watch their atrocities, now all of them have them, listen to my orders, and immediately dispatch to stop the atrocities of the American imperialists and save the suffering Indian class brothers." ”

"Yes." All the people responded in unison.

"Captain Xu, shall we wait?" After thinking about it, Zhao Wenli couldn't help but say something.

"Oh, Mr. Zhao, something?" Xu Yongquan said indifferently. Everyone was angry, but only a few people such as Zhao Wenli were surprisingly calm, but in Xu Yongquan's eyes, it became a sign of indifference.

"I'm not against rescuing the Indians, but we ourselves are only a hundred or so now, so before saving people, do we think about our own safety?" After some consideration, Zhao Wenli said cautiously.

"What security? I want to protect myself. Is this time still the time for us to think about gains and losses?" said Xu Yongquan sarcastically.

"No, you misunderstood what I meant," Xu Yongquan hurriedly explained, "We are few people, this is someone else's place, we are away, we have to think about our next step." ”

"Fewer people? Aren't the Indian brothers human? Xu Yongquan snorted coldly and said, "We are soldiers, and soldiers take protecting the family and defending the country as their purpose, if they have to take care of everything so much, what is the difference between them and small businessmen?" Rest assured, these are my own brothers, and I will take responsibility for my brothers. ”

"That's good, even if I didn't say it," Zhao Wenli shrugged helplessly, and walked away, "I'll say one more thing, this is not our home, this is the home of Americans and Indians, and it doesn't hurt to be careful." ”

"You?" Xu Yongquan couldn't help but feel a little angry, looking at Zhao Wenli not paying attention to him at all, he was even more angry, and shouted: "Zhao Wenli, what do you want to do?" ”

"Don't worry, I won't do anything." Zhao Wenli shrugged his shoulders disappreciatively, stopped, turned his head, and spread his hands helplessly, "At this time, we are all in a group, rest assured, I will definitely not drag everyone back, fighting a war is a soldier's business, we are just civilians, we will do our part, rest assured, we will wait here for the news of your victory." ”

Walking slowly towards the river in the distance, his footsteps are getting heavier and heavier, and those who are close can clearly hear his long sigh: "Alas, it's all this time, I still think about the spirit of great internationalism, I don't know whether I live or die, and I have to rescue the so-called suffering class brothers, the spirit is indeed commendable, but I don't know if it is the white-eyed wolf or the real brother who is saved, hehe." ”