Chapter XIII: The First Alliance of the Indians

At once, there were more than 10,000 Choctaw tribes, and more than 5,000 American prisoners, and the small city of Foster was overcrowded for a while.

According to the idea of the crossers, Foster City will be used as a bridgehead to deal with the westward advance of the Americans in the future, and will exist as an important military town in the future, and it is not suitable for the resettlement of a large number of people, so as soon as the Cherokee people settled down a little, they immediately organized people to start the initial construction of the Russian city, that is, the newly named Tokyo City.

The new Choctaw was resettled directly in the city of Tokyo, and the aggrieved American GIs who had surrendered were driven into the construction of the new city of Tokyo.

They were very unwilling, but when they saw that Clinton, who was also proud, had to honestly help carry the sand, gravel and soil, John and others had to be honest.

The Choctaw hurried at the earthen houses built by the Cherokees, and immediately saw that the advantages of such houses were not only strong and warm, but also sufficient to withstand all kinds of floods and snowstorms—the ground was nearly two feet high and made of stones, and the walls were topped with compacted earth, which were not only warm in winter and cool in summer, but also did not fall down with a slight push, like the houses they had built before them, which were supported by the branches.

So, after escaping from the clutches of the Americans, they couldn't wait to own such a house, watching countless companions die on the road, and the cold wind, rain and snow along the way still make them still feel palpitations when they think about it.

This time, the Cherokee people carried forward the brotherly care of the Indians, not only took the initiative to send people to help the Choctaw people build their homes, but also freed up their few tools for the Choctaw people to use.

Although the Choctaw were better off than the Cherokee when they moved west, and many brought some possessions with them, the lack of tools and seeds was already a big problem for everyone.

Tens of thousands of people, but only a few dozen small pots and clay pots, many people can't eat hot food, can only bite the raw and cold dry food, but can temporarily endure it. But there were not enough sickles and hoes to build homes and reclaim wasteland on this plain, and they had to rely on their own hands, or rough sticks and stones. For a moment, it was like being in the Stone Age.

Liu Shijie is very busy shuttling among the Indians these days, Zhao Wenli looked around a few times to find him, but when he saw him, he found that he was seriously trading with the Indians with a canned food box thrown down by an airborne soldier. The Indians generously handed over a piece of high-quality deerskin, and then reverently took the cylinder head box in Liu Shijie's hand.

"Liu Shijie, you profiteer, what are you doing." Looking at the actions of his travelers, Zhao Wenli couldn't help but be angry and funny.

"There's nothing," Liu Shijie spread his hands innocently, "What a good thing, there is absolutely no second house in this world that has such exquisite handicrafts and exquisite bowls, which are definitely much better than them using wooden bowls and even grabbing raw things with their hands." Perhaps, they will continue to pass it on from generation to generation. ”

"You? You can't forget to make money anywhere, I really don't know how to say that you are good, but even if you really have the heart, how much does this work? Zhao Wenli shook his head helplessly, to be honest, if you want to survive in this world, what you lack the most is material.

"Don't worry, Lao Zhao, as long as we all figure out a way together, we will definitely make money, without money, no, the Americans will not let us have a good time. Our strength is still too small. Liu Shijie also said seriously.

However, even if the traverser took out his precious multi-functional sapper shovel, it was still useless, and how to survive this difficult winter was not only a problem for the traverser to consider.

"Xiao Chen, you two, don't be so stingy, everyone is so nervous, just take out your sapper shovels and give everyone an emergency." Xu Yongquan, the squadron leader of the airborne team, seemed to have become a housekeeper at this time, and said in an almost pleading tone.

"Captain, look at your sapper shovels, what are they all rotting into, what use can we use these two to take them? We can't always keep an eye on our own things, and in the special situation on the battlefield, how can we fight the enemy when we have no tools? If you want to find a way, you can't just look for us, go to the Americans, they must have a way. ”

"Don't think I don't know that you Erchen wants to hide your secrets," Xu Yongquan glanced at him dissatisfied, but he also knew that he was very wrong, even if they didn't eat or wear the crowd, how could they save the nearly 20,000 people in front of them. They have done their best, but there are still some old and weak who can't survive the cold of winter and pass away quietly, as a hot-blooded officer who takes protecting his family and defending the country as his own responsibility, he naturally can't tolerate this kind of tragedy in front of him.

"Captain, I know you are well-intentioned, but everyone is selfish, of course, I believe that up to this moment, most of the Indians are still good, but there are some scum in any nation, we can't help but have a little selfishness, we have poured out our hearts and lungs to them, what will we do with ourselves when the time comes? Will we integrate ourselves into them, become one of the thousands of Indians, and then be part of the oppression and plundering of our home country under the so-called universal values of the United States? Chen Weidong said solemnly as he had never been.

"Xiao Chen, I know you're right, but in this situation, if we don't help them, who can help them."

"We've done our best, and the situation is definitely much better than it was before we crossed over, at least what was seized from the Americans, and a lot of people survived. However, this is not our place to go, and we are just a group of passers-by to the Indians. After all, we must have our own motherland, our own home, so what will we do to build the friendship of the Indian brothers? It would be very good for the Indians themselves to stand up and stop the Americans for us. Chen Weidong said very sincerely, "The affairs of the Indians, in the final analysis, have to rely on their own unity, we can only make suggestions, if they are Liu Adou who can't be supported, we better withdraw early, now, let's see how the Logan do it." ”

Of course, as the leader of the Cherokees, Logan is naturally not a fool, as the Americans advance westward layer by layer, and instill all kinds of ideas of self-reliance and self-improvement to Zhao Wenli, Chen Weidong and others, at this time, he is no longer a weak group willing to suffer from the oppression of the Americans, because he has seen with his own eyes how this group of dozens of men subdued the thousands of cunning and murderous American soldiers in front of him. He believed that with the help of these messengers of God, they could also create such an achievement if they were all united as Indians.

When he went to ambush John's Ministry, Logan had already sent people to contact all the Indians in the surrounding area, inviting them to come to Tokyo City to discuss the future of the Indians.

However, when considering the Clarks, Logan thought for a long time, and after thinking about it again, Logan decided to go out himself, but as soon as he appeared in front of the Clarks, he was immediately tied up by the angry Clarks.

Indeed, the Cherokees had hurt the Clarkes too much to haunt their few remaining survivors.

In 1814, Jackson fought a fierce battle against 1,000 Creeks at the Battle of Horschubend. Jackson's army wiped out more than 800 Clark warriors with very few casualties. Jackson became a nationally known hero as a result.

In a frontal assault on the Creeks, Jackson's white army was defeated, but the Cherokee (with whom Jackson promised to ally the government if they joined the battle) crossed the river with him and went around behind the Creeks, winning the battle for Jackson.

At the end of the battle, Jackson and his accomplices began to buy land looted from the Creeks. In 1814, he personally acted as negotiator and forced the Creeks to sign a treaty seizing half of their land.

This treaty has given rise to certain new and important changes. It put an end to the communal ownership of land by the Indians, recognized the individual ownership of land by the Indians, and caused internal divisions among the Indians. It also buys some people with land to the point that others get nothing, and in this way makes them compete with each other and defraud - this is the characteristic of the Western capitalist system. This was exactly what the older generation of Jeffersonians thought: to help the Indians enter a state of "civilization" and, in turn, manipulate the Indians as a whole.

Between 1814 and 1824, whites signed a series of treaties with the Indians of the South, taking over three-quarters of Alabama and Florida, one-third of Tennessee, one-fifth of Georgia and Mississippi, and portions of Kentucky and North Carolina. Jackson played a crucial role in the signing of these treaties, acquiring more and more land through bribery, deception, and force, and appointing his associates and relatives to administer it.

These treaties, along with the grabbers of these lands, laid a solid foundation for the rise of cotton kingdoms and slave plantations. What Jackson did, allowed the whites to expand their settlements to the edge of Spanish Florida. As a result, the few surviving Clark and Seminole Indians had to hide in Tibet and wander around, and one of them, after many years of tossing and turning, managed to survive tenaciously in a small valley on the west bank of the Mississippi River, 200 kilometers south of the city of Tokyo.

Although many years have passed, and many of the old people of that time are no longer alive, when they meet the Cherokees who once caused them harm, the new and old hatreds of the Clark people have surged up together.

"Traitor, garbage," the young and strong Stuart scolded through gritted teeth.

"Kill him, kill this traitor to the Indians." The onlookers shouted hoarsely.

"If killing me can quench the anger in your hearts, and if killing me will make all the pain inflicted on us Indians disappear by the Americans, then, do it, hurry, I will definitely not frown." The thick straw rope was deeply bloodstained on his body, but Logan still stood still and said indifferently.

"Liars, scum." The people continued to curse angrily, but the screaming seemed to be weaker, and perhaps the hateful Cherokee was right, and if he really killed him, although he was angry for a while, but could they really make a point less painful? How could the Americans have let them go.

"Let him go first," Franci Monterber, the leader of the dragon clock, who was already looking a little old, leaned over slightly, looked left and right at Logan, whose eyes were slightly closed, and asked suspiciously. "Tell me, do you have a solution?

"Of course, not so long ago, we killed more than a thousand Americans and captured more than six thousand." Logan said unusually firmly.

"You, just you? How many of you Cherokees are there, 100,000? 50,000, I still wonder, is there 20,000? The chief looked incredulous.

"Chief, don't believe him, it's all a lie, and the Americans are also what they can defeat? The cowhide is blowing too big. Stewart, still angry, shouted angrily.

"You're almost thirty years old, and you're still so breathless, how can you lead your clansmen to live in the future?" The leader showed a hint of anger and glared at Stewart dissatisfied, and as soon as he touched the old leader's look, Stewart had to retract his gaze tamely.

"How do you make people believe what you say?" The leader continued to ask.

"Of course," replied Logan firmly, "look at my feet, it's the saber left by the American captain." ”

Stewart immediately picked up the saber from Logan's feet, and the old leader took the saber, and immediately his old eyes became cloudy - he was once the owner of this saber, driving them away from their homes, separating their wives and families, and still having to face the fate of hiding in Tibet.

"Go, take me," said the old chief, unquestioningly, "even if I know that you may lie to me, if you can die at the hands of those who defeated the Americans, my old man's life will be worth it." ”

In this way, Logan finally gathered the leaders of most of the Indian tribes within a five-hundred miles radius of the city of Tokyo: the Cherokees, the Choctaw, the Cricks, the Dravaares, the Mohicans, and the Seminoles.

"I declare the meeting officially opened," and with the sonorous voice of the Mohican youth Encas, the Indian Union, which was more extensive and influential than the Loqué League, finally opened in this strange and cramped earthen walled house.

"It's finally begun, and the Indian people are finally formally united," Chen Weidong, who endured the strong body odor of the Indians and the turbid air, hid in a corner, disguised as a Cherokee, and finally let out a long sigh, "Americans, I must give you a hard meal this time, but, are you ready?" ”