Most of the American ** team that moved west to escort the Indians was captured, which greatly shocked the US government.

At this time, however, the US Government was also in a difficult situation at home and abroad, and not only was the economic crisis for more than 10 years dragging down the development of the United States, but the North and the South were still busy fighting in Congress, and the US Government, which was busy extricating itself from the economic crisis of 1829, which lasted for more than 10 years, did not feel the real pain for the time being, because in their view, no matter how loud the Indian riots were, as long as they diverted their attention, they could put down the Indian turmoil in just an instant.

Amid the quarrel, the Indian League finally achieved a satisfactory result, and the eight tribes unanimously reached an agreement to help each other, strictly forbidding any tribe to make peace with the United States government alone, and verbally agreed on the initial intention of establishing a united, multi-tribal Indian state straddling the Mississippi River in the near future.

However, the massacre of the Americans may not have been too violent, and they still have many scruples, so this dream of statehood is only a verbal agreement. Now they have more energy, or how to lead their tribes to survive.

Of course, there was something substantial, and several tribes such as the Mohoks, Black Hawks, Mohicans, and Clarks, who had not yet experienced the expulsion of the Americans, promised an agreement to provide a total of 30 tons of seeds and food, 1,000 farm implements, and in compensation, the Cheros gave up 1,000 guns and some ammunition captured by the Americans.

After all, a large part of the credit for the capture of thousands of American GIs was due to the participation of the Cherokees, so according to the pre-war agreement, the Cherokees received half of the captured items, especially the Americans' food and weapons, which was undoubtedly a relief to the Cherokees who were in trouble.

Deeply feeling the helplessness and helplessness of their respective tribes under the strong force of the Americans, the leaders of the tribes expressed their desire to help train the youth of their respective tribes, but as one of the people who said the people, Zhao Wenli threw out his plan in a timely manner, because he had few people, it was okay to train, but the people of the tribes had to gather together for training, and after training, they had to fight together for at least three years, and after gaining a certain amount of actual combat experience, they could return to their respective tribes - this is Zhao Wenli really helping themHe wanted to try whether the Indian youths could be condensed into a real whole on the battlefield of blood and fire, so that they could become a powerful force to contain the Americans. Brainwashing and culture began with this group of young people.

After repeated weighing, the leaders of the various tribes finally reached a consensus: the Cherokee people sent 1,000 people, the Choctaw people sent 800 people, the Mohoks people sent 300 people, the Clark people sent 500 people, and the other tribes each sent 100 to 300 people, forming a coalition force with a total of 3,500 people, with Sun Zhengguang, the leader of the crossing squad, continuing to serve as the chief instructor, and reorganizing into an integrated group. Perhaps, only this force truly embodies the unity of the North American Indian people.

The colonel was headed by Encas, a young man from Mohican, and the Mohican tribe numbered only four or five thousand people, and he was the leader, so as not to arouse suspicion.

After being questioned by Zhu Linlin several times with excessive enthusiasm, Encas finally cut off his strange Mohican hair, and now he has grown fine hair, and then put on the fur coat sewn by the careful female weaver Hu Caixia for him with animal clothes.

Hu Caixia is a slightly plump young woman in her early thirties, who used to be a female worker in a garment factory before the crossing, but the hard-earned money earned by working overtime could not satisfy the bad step of her husband, who was good at drinking and gambling, so she had no choice but to follow Chen Dayong on the road of smuggling. After all, it came out of the garment factory, and even the smuggling brought a box full of needles and threads, and I don't know how many Indian women were hot.

Although he helped Encas sew the coat at the beginning, he was only kind, but after Encas expressed his gratitude several times, the careful Hu Caixia felt something different, and her already calm heart seemed to ripple again.

Well, fortunately, the dead ghost husband did not urge her to have a few more children, and she has not been stabbed by the inhumane nature, she can still be a mother again, during this time, even Zhao Wenli mentioned in her ear that she had to hurry up the plan to create people, so that she didn't know how many times she secretly avoided blushing a few times.

Actually, this Indian man, except for the language barrier, seems to look pretty good? Hu Caixia thought shyly.

The lieutenant colonel and deputy commanders were Otto and Stewart, a young man from the Cherokee tribe, who had the most people, which could be regarded as achieving a balance of power between the two tribes.

But Zhao Wenli was still a little worried, because even at this moment, for the Indians, compared to the powerful and unshakable force of the Americans, fighting their neighbors seemed more realistic to them. Therefore, it is still difficult to unite the Indians as a whole.

In order to unite the entire Indian nation, it is necessary to support a dominant nation, and in the vision of the Crossing Crowd, this main nation is the Cherokee and Choctaw.

The snow gradually melted, and the Spring Festival of 1843 quietly arrived.

Although the Indians did not understand why the Travelers were so passionate on this day, they were still sincerely happy to see the happiness of these young people who had helped them so much.

Because of the arrival of this day, the intense training was interrupted for three days, and the young Indians, who had already been tormented by the cruel training, finally got a chance to breathe, and they walked through the new city of Tokyo in groups of three or five with their new acquaintances.

In just a few months, a huge number of houses, neat and orderly streets, and endless arable land have been set aside on the once barren and grassy plains, all of which make them marvel at the changes that have taken them through the crowd.

What they can't understand is why they repeatedly ask them to dispose of manure, urine and household garbage in one place. Their ancestors have lived like this for generations, and there is nothing unusual about it, but after watching several young people who did not listen to the teachings and defecated in the open were whipped in public, they had to run to the centralized toilet aggrievedly, and crossed the places where the public wrote large and small WCs, and solved them in a centralized manner.

But this brought them another surprise, when they found that the wheat grew surprisingly vigorously when the people who had commanded them poured the concentrated dung and urine on the newly sprouted wheat fields.

Although this year's planting area is not very large due to the lack of seeds, if there is no major famine, it should be enough to ensure that these tens of thousands of people eat.

The most bitter were the American prisoners, who were driven daily to do the heavy manual work, and though they did not have to starve as they did with the Indians, they feared whether their hands would be able to hold their guns again, after their hands had been worn out by heavy farm implements or heavy stones.

Clinton and John, the leaders of the two convoys, seemed to be forgotten in this group of captives, and even James, the former little soldier, seemed to be far away from them, and every day, in addition to cursing the abominable Indians, they secretly prayed that the American government would send rescue troops to save them from this place of suffering.

Although everything was on normal track, when the traversers opened the map again, they found that if they really helped the Indians to establish a state on the west bank of the Mimixi River, then the western part of the country was indeed too small for themselves. What's more, further west from the city of Tokyo, there are basically plateaus, deserts and deserts, and if you build your own country, where your own food production area is, you can't help but let the people cross it carefully.

Two years later, Texas will be declared a state of Americans, and by that time, there will be even less room for its own survival. In order to leave enough room for development, it is necessary to move the battlefield forward to the banks of the Mimixi River.

Little Rock, east of Arkansas, out of the canyon, was more suitable as a bridgehead for them to deal with the Americans.

Little Stone is located in a valley on the south bank of the Arkansas River, because it is backed by mountains and surrounded by vast plains, it has always been a fertile ground for the Indian people, but since the Americans came here, they quickly expelled the Indians here, and soon developed the neighborhood into the agricultural center of Arkansas, rich in soybeans, cotton, beef cattle, oil crops and other agricultural crops.

It was once a transit point and supply depot for the American GIs as they drove the Indians westward, but today it is a target for the Crossing Masses to replenish themselves.

After the spring cold passed, the greenery had crept up the branches, and on the boundless wilderness, American farmers began to drive the black slaves in the fields to start spring ploughing.

In the past few months, tens of thousands of people have passed here, the lowly Indians, who will vacate more land for them, and the proud American serf owners are dreaming of how to harvest more grain and cotton this spring, in exchange for more silver taels, and buy more land and serfs in the future.

As for the stories of the few American soldiers who escaped back, they were basically suspicious of the powerful American Army, which had defeated the British ** team and driven away the French and Spaniards, how could these barbaric and ignorant Indians be their opponents. Listening to the stories of these down-and-out American GIs, they prefer to believe that this is a group of people who have violated military discipline and been kicked out of the army, so they are more ridiculed and ridiculed when they ask for help from the soldiers. The US Army will help them lay more and more ground, how can it be so easy to defeat.

The empty Arkansas River was still as calm and uninhabited as ever, and the river was still cold and bitter in the spring, and no one in Arkansas wanted to come to this icy river.

Under the cover of the night, dozens of wooden valves quietly came, quickly leaned against the shore, and then cleverly drilled into the woods on the shore.

The mayor of Little Stone, Hunter, stretched lazily and walked to his bedside in a comfortable mood. This is a hopeful spring, isn't it, with the help of black slaves from Africa, they have expanded Little Stone Town into a prosperous town with a permanent population of more than 2,000 people, nearly 300,000 acres of arable land, several years of operation, has developed Little Stone Town into a granary on the central plain, according to this momentum, Little Stone Town became Little Stone City is not a difficult thing, at that time, when everyone called him, I was afraid that he would dare not be the mayor of Hunter, but he would have to be called Mayor of Waithant.

"Bang" There seemed to be a burst of gunfire in the distance.

"Bunny, it's the guards guys who got drunk and let go of the cold guns." Hunter continued to move his fat body, took off his clothes and lay down on the bed, and it was not unusual to shoot in the middle of the night, sometimes to kill black slaves trying to escape, sometimes to hunt down Indians who came to steal food, and even sometimes just drunk soldiers firing their guns.

But this time White was clearly wrong, and with the gunshot, a thicker gunshot followed, followed by groans of pain, and angry yelling.

"Could it be that these really dare to rebel," White knew that he couldn't sleep anymore that night, so he reluctantly got up and put on his clothes, and pulled the room out in annoyance, but was immediately stunned: "You... Who is it? ”

"Congratulations, Mr. Hunter, a hunter who takes pride in hunting, this time, you have become our glorious prey, how about it, come with us obediently." A yellow-skinned, short-haired young man looked at him with a smile, and in the cold barrel of his gun, it seemed that there was still green smoke just now.