readx; Chapter 21: Clinton's Confusion

Clinton felt that his luck was simply too low. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When others were fighting, they reaped benefits and military merits, but he finally received an envoy to drive away the Indians, and not only did he not lose any benefit, but became the slave of these ignorant and backward savages, and every day he was driven by these strange people, and even the dirty black slaves to build fortifications, roads, or open up wasteland and farm, as long as he moved a little slower, he would soon receive a leather whip and eat gruel that could see the figure of a person, and he felt a great insult in his heart

However, whenever he complained a little, he would immediately meet the resentful eyes of the black slaves or Indians, and his heart trembled, as if he remembered the scene when he had waved his whip to drive the slaves to do things, as if he saw the boundless bones of the Indians, seemed to hear the monstrous anger behind the silent protest, and seemed to have a sharp knife cut his thigh, so he had to suppress his grievances and continue to work honestly.

Although Clinton has only been in the United States for a few years, as an officer who is highly regarded by the organization, Clinton has a very strong sense of superiority, watching his country become stronger and stronger, watching the Indians becoming more and more tame under his own force, and watching the black slaves meekly cultivating and working, Clinton spontaneously has a sense of superiority. But he never imagined that he would be reduced to this day—a prisoner of war by the slaves and the Indians, oh no, a slave.

Clinton's noble pride from England was greatly insulted, and he woke up in nightmares countless times to raise his noble head and engage in a man-to-man contest with those hateful Indians. But when he woke up from the nightmare and saw the cold barrel of the gun, he found that the courage and determination he had so hard built up had disappeared in an instant.

The force that sustained Clinton's persistence was that Clinton always believed that the US Government and people would never forget them and would certainly do everything possible to rescue them.

However, his wait came a little too late, when the green had covered both sides of the Mississippi River, when many melons and fruits had already blossomed and borne fruit, they finally waited for the news of their return.

"These damn Indians, they're trying to drain the last of our strength." Seeing that the old, weak, sick and disabled people around him were let go, and the amount of labor of young and strong people like them seemed to be increasing, behind an unobtrusive tree, Clinton said viciously to Johnson, "One day, we will definitely kill back, proud Americans, and never bow their proud heads." ”

"Huh?" Johnson was stunned, withdrew his confused eyes from the toiling crowd in the distance, and said nonchalantly, "If you want to go, you will leave." ”

"Yes, Lao Tzu, the man with the gun, has been working hard for them for more than six months, and now it is finally coming to an end." Clinton said with palpitations, his face suddenly changed, and he said in surprise, "What, Johnson, what do you mean, don't you like the labor here and don't want to leave?" ”

"No, nothing, how could I not want to leave, who wants to work hard every day like this." Johnson said with a dodgy look in his eyes.

Clinton looked at Johnson strangely, with a faint uneasiness in his heart.

"I'm going back, and I don't know if Lewinsky is doing well now. At the beginning, the War Department said that as long as we had been in the army for eight years, we could choose to retire and give us a large sum of money, and then I could buy a large piece of land, have many children with Lewinsky, and live the life of our farmer. I don't dare to think about this kind of ghost life of war anymore. As Clinton, who once had an infinite sense of superiority in front of the Indians, he still has lingering fears about the earth-shattering artillery fire that was captured. It was the biggest nightmare of his life, and he never dared to think about it again. Clinton, who originally wanted to win honor from the battlefield, was completely dead after such a big change this time.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, Lewinsky must be doing well, she must be waiting for you." Johnson said absentmindedly, but his eyes seemed more misty.

As Clinton's fellow Scottish countryman, Johnson was enclosed from his land together, entered the capitalists' factories together, came to the United States to pursue his dream because of the oppression of dissatisfied foremen, and then joined the U.S. Army together, and became officers in the U.S. Army together because of their outstanding performance. The same experience made them good friends who talked about everything. But today, Clinton faintly sensed something unusual.

"Dude, before I came out this time, I told Lewinsky to ask her to introduce you to a good girl, and then we will go to the countryside to farm together, and when we have nothing to do, we will fish, drink, and brag together. Don't worry. As your veteran officer, don't worry about finding a good girl. ”

"yes, I should be able to find a girl to start a family." Johnson smacked his lips and said lightly, "According to the relevant regulations of the Ministry of Defense, we can also get a good income, buy a large piece of land, and become a good farmer, but what are we doing now." ”

"What? We are shameful slaves, laborers! Clinton's eyes erupted with anger again, "We are like black slaves, driven by those hateful Indians, driving this crude farm work and eating this unpalatable coarse grain. This kind of day, I, I don't want to live anymore. ”

"But, brother, we... What did we come to the U.S. for? It took a lot of effort to try and Johnson finally said something that had been brewing for a long time.

"For what? It is not for the sake of living a stable life, and no longer being exploited and oppressed by the capitalists. Clinton said without thinking.

"Perhaps, we were really wrong. If we don't want to live a life of exploitation and oppression by capitalists, do we have to live a life of exploitation and oppression of others? We used to hate our bosses, do we want others to hate us one day? ”

Looking at the Indians who were sweating like himself, and the young people who looked very similar to the Indians, but had an inexplicable temperament, and they were sweating in the field, Johnson's face looked even more dull.

"This is a society of the strong, and as a weak person, you have to accept the fate of being oppressed and exploited by others." Clinton said without thinking.

"Oh, is that true, but hasn't our government always preached freedom and equality? If we are born with the weakness to be exploited and oppressed, then what can we say about freedom and equality. If we are still exploited and oppressed, then what are we coming to the United States for? ”

As if to himself and to Clinton, Johnson's tone suddenly became firm: "No, this is definitely not the free and equal society we have been pursuing. ”

"What's wrong with you?" Clinton reached out his right hand and touched Johnson's forehead, "Why do you think that, you're talking nonsense, right?" We are Americans, proud Americans, and the U.S. government is our last patron and aid, and in great America, all of us Americans have the same freedom and equality, don't we? ”

"Huh, freedom and equality? Regardless of whether such freedom and equality really exist or not, perhaps our capitalists are bargaining with others when we are captured here, and how to sell us for a good price. Johnson sarcastically said, "Even if we have the freedom and equality of Americans, what about these blacks, these Indians?" Don't they have the freedom and equality they deserve? ”

"Shut up, man, you're an American, how can you stand on the side of the wild, backward, ignorant, stupid black slaves and Indians, you're an American, how can you speak for them." Clinton suddenly became agitated, almost growling.

"Brother, let me finish my words, I've been holding back for a long time. I've always wondered if blacks and Indians are more ignorant and backward than us, but if they are ignorant and backward, they will be deprived of the power of equality and freedom? But you also see, how did they defeat us? At that moment, their weapons were more advanced than ours, so should they also exploit and oppress us, should they also skin our people, cut off our heads, and rob us of our property and food? No, they don't, they just make us work the same as them in exchange for food for our survival. Moreover, if we say that backwardness means being skinned and decapitated, then if one day we Americans are greatly lagging behind other nations, it will be because others will treat us in the same way. You know, there has never been a nation in history that has always been ahead. ”

"Crazy, you're completely crazy." Clinton suddenly scolded, "You... I treat you as my brother, and I don't think I heard these words today. Remember, never talk about it to anyone in the future. ”

Clinton walked away in a huff, and as he walked, he couldn't help but hate it: "We are Americans, proud Americans, how can we bow to those lowly Indians." ”

It's just that he is puzzled, those soldiers he once had, those American soldiers who fought with him, how many of them could be so stupid and work so hard when they were working, but when he glared at him fiercely, why did those soldiers who were once familiar, so strange, avoid their own eyes?