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Saturday, March 24, 1635.

The annual spring ploughing in North America has begun again, but a skirmish military operation has entered its second week in the western section of the White Horse River (Mohok) valley, about 100 kilometers west of the military town of White Horse in northern China.

Later, the important node of the Erie Canal was the town of Tika, from which the white satin White Horse River was drilled into the mountains to the east. From here to the west, the mountainous elevation of the valley is less painful, and the river is flanked by cheerful rolling green hills, wide plains, dense forests and black soils, all of which are indicative of the fertile and fertile nature of the land.

A clear whistling echoed high in the sky, and a North American bald eagle soared proudly and vigilantly in the cloudless sky. The bald eagle stares at the valley below, which is full of nature's early spring fragrance, and the depths of the eagle's eyes are clearly printed under the morning mist.

The rumbling sound of artillery blew away the mist in the river valley, and a company of Chinese Army field artillery lined up on a hillside, and with a sound of command, six 75mm field guns continued to shell at a "relaxed and soothing" pace. Gunpowder smoke erupted from the muzzle, the hoe fixed the gun mount, and the gun body jumped slightly up under the recoil.

In order to reduce the full weight of the battle, but also to take into account the range and shooting accuracy, the repeatedly improved Type 33 Army 75mm field gun finally went back to the old path of the historical prototype Wisworth 12-pounder (70 mm) breech cannon, and many of the previous self-righteous practical models wasted a lot of money and time.

There are no artillery shields, there are no heavy and complex liquid-gas combined re-entry devices like naval guns and fortress guns, and the structure of high-low and low-level aircraft and direction planes has also been greatly simplified, all in order to enable the army to use high-power long-range artillery weapons more lightly at the forefront of inland operations. The 75-mm high-explosive shell, which contains nearly 700 grams of nitro explosives, is several times more powerful and range-capable than the 60-mm light mortars that the army has been equipped with for a long time.

The whistling shells drew a curved arc of ballistic trajectory and flew towards a valley plain in the southwest of the river a few kilometers away, exploding clouds of steaming smoke on the green spring earth.

From the White Horse Station, head west along the White Horse River. The annual incursion and harassment of the western part of the White Horse Valley against the Iroquois Indian Union has been one of the annual "warm-up activities" of the Chinese and American Army since 1631.

Before the construction of the historic Yili Canal, the White Horse River, with its rapids and rapids, was not conducive to inland navigation. Due to the slow and laborious work of dredging the river, the Chinese Army's Light Infantry Brigade, which was responsible for the annual clean-up campaign, consisted of only three light infantry battalions and one field artillery company, and although the total strength was only in the early 1,200s, it had reached the limit of logistical supplies. At this time, on the position of the Chinese and American Army, Lieutenant Colonel Liu Chenxu, who served as the acting commander of the brigade. He was standing on the top of the hill with several officers observing the battle.

"Silence, the shelling is still a little bigger, it doesn't seem to have much success?"

In the telescope, the medium-sized Mohok village was in chaos, and the dust from the daunting explosion rose and fell around the village. Occasionally, a few shots hit the center of the village, tearing down large houses made of wood and plaster into crumbling and burning ruins.

Ants-like Mohok men, women, and children, screaming and panicking, weave through the fire and smoke. However, the actual results of the shelling were not large, and the effect of the fear created was perhaps more pronounced in comparison

"The Type 33 75mm field gun now equipped is actually more suitable for direct shooting at a distance of 1,000 meters, and it should be regarded as a chance for everyone to fight in real combat......," Shen Mu, who was newly promoted to army major. At this time, his face was also slightly red, and he was also a little annoyed by the cousin of the field artillery company who had wasted all his strength to be transported to the front line by tugboat.

"Well, the army field artillery has also waited too long, and it is time to find some opportunity to practice. Previously, such battles were solved directly with mortars. You just watch others shoot and do it yourself. ”

Many years have passed, even Shen Mo is 31 years old this year, and he has two children after marrying Chang Ziting, the second daughter of the Chang family, but Liu Chenxu still often jokes about Shen Mo as he teased his younger brother at the beginning.

"Lieutenant Colonel. Is it ready to go? ”

Captain Mo Qi, the brother-in-law of Minister of Immigration Li Xiang, stood behind Liu Chenxu at this time as the acting commander of an infantry battalion of the westward advance clearance force. Look at the Mohok villages that have gradually collapsed in the valley below. Mochi couldn't help but remind the commander-in-chief softly, because it was finally his battalion's turn today.

Judging from the qualification standards of officers in the Chinese and American Army, in addition to bravery, Moqi's qualifications and understanding are indeed very average. As one of the first naturalized Delawares, after enjoying certain unspoken benefits, Mochi's rise in rank has been unusually slow over the years. But Mochi never seemed to care about his rank, as long as he could fight, he would be extremely excited and satisfied.

"Stop shelling in 10 minutes, Captain Moch, it's up to your battalion now." Knowing that the other party couldn't wait, Liu Chenxu put down the binoculars and gave the order with a smile.

……

At the edge of the mountain woods, about half a kilometer from the Mohek village, hundreds of Chinese and American Army officers and soldiers had been waiting in a squatting position for more than half an hour, and at this time, each officer and soldier's steel helmet or backpack had a number of branches and leaves wrapped around them as a disguise.

"Check your gear one last time!"

The sound of the cannon thinned out, and when a red flare rose in the distance, Sergeant Maddie's sturdy body suddenly stood upright from behind the bushes, and the silence was broken by a loud voice.

"Today is the real enemy you have faced since you entered the army, and this is a rare opportunity. All must obey the command of the company platoon non-commissioned officer, and any self-righteous behavior is strictly forbidden! Well, soldiers, all go! ”

Another green flare rose from the hillside in the distance, and the sound of Suosuo trampling on the leaves and dead branches sounded in a loud area, and almost all the officers and men got up at the same time, and then lined up in a straggler line and walked slowly towards the valley plain to the west.

Ren Xingzhong, who had listened to the sound of artillery for more than half an hour, had been bored for a long time in the previous lurking, and at the moment he got out of the woods, he was suddenly attracted by the open and magnificent river valley scenery in front of him. But at the end of the line of sight, the direction of the cannonball smoke made his heart beat faster.

As of today, the purging operation has been going on for half a month, but Ren Xingzhong's battalion has been serving as the main rear guard because most of them are recruits who only joined the army last fall. So today is the real first time to participate in the actual battle.

"In fact, as long as the shelling continues, sooner or later that Mohok village will be wiped off the map...... Private, don't you rip the leaves off your helmet, I don't think they have a chance to see what you look like. ”

A Delaware first-class soldier who looked to be about the same age as Ren Xingzhong walked past Ren Xingzhong, muttering disdainful words in his mouth, while squeezing his eyes at Ren Xingzhong, judging from his tone, he should be a veteran who joined the army a year earlier than Ren Xingzhong.

Having grown up in the Delaware neighborhood of the capital, Manchester City, the Delaware soldier has a vague sense of the continent's old age, and is now as dismissive as a native of China.

"If the shelling can solve a qiē. So what else do we need to do? Ren Xingzhong leveled his rifle and embarrassedly tore off the leaves that almost covered his face, "I'm sorry, our company only joined the army last year, and today is the first time to participate in the battle." ”

"Shooting, shooting all the enemies that slip through the net, it's boring, but that's what we're going to do." Private Delaware smiled lightly and quickened his pace.

……

Craters after the shelling were scattered both inside and outside the village. The smoke-filled craters were surrounded by shattered corpses, collapsed houses whirring in the swaying light of the fire, and shouts and screams were everywhere inside and outside the village.

The survivors of the shelling were still scurrying blindly, some clutching spears and other homemade weapons shouting. Some dragged their seriously injured relatives out of the village with difficulty, while others desperately fled westward with their belongings snatched from the rubble. Mohok children, who had lost their parents, wept in front of the rubble with their throats shut, tears wiped from their hands on their dirty faces, but no matter how they cried. The two corpses next to him stopped moving.

Walking through the ruins of a blazing Mohok village, your ears are filled with all kinds of incomprehensible cries for help or scolding. Surrounded by hundreds of Chinese and American Army officers and soldiers, the Mohoks at this time had no strength to resist at all.

The clearing battle is so simple and mechanical. The movement of each gorgeous soldier is very simple: a few steps forward, one crouches, raises the gun and aims for two seconds, and after the gunshot, a bloody arrow will come out of the back of one of the Mohoek women or children in the crosshairs, and then fall limply to the ground, and with another pull of the bolt, a hot coiled brass bullet case falls to the ground, and finally a new bullet is stuffed into the hot chamber.

After entering the Mohok village, Ren Xingzhong did not fire a single shot, but involuntarily followed his companions around, watching the Mohoks crying and fleeing one by one being killed, or collapsed houses or flooded in flames.

In his sight, a Mohok boy seemed to have lost all his family, and was in a state of mental madness at this time, holding a broken spear in his hand, screaming and rushing towards Ren Xingzhong and several other gorgeous soldiers. Ren Xingzhong subconsciously took a step back, and quickly raised the Type 30A rifle in his hand, and in the slightly swaying crosshair, there was the hideous and desperate face of the Mohok boy.

"Dad, mother! I want a mother! ”

The colors at the edge of the horizon began to freeze, and the surroundings seemed to be strangely quiet, except for the figure of the young man Namohok getting closer and closer, and the strange words that came out of his mouth. But in Ren Xingzhong's eyes, the running Moheck boy has become a little boy in tattered Ming costumes, just like his appearance back then, and the shouts in his ears seem to have become a familiar line more than ten years ago.

"Phew!"

A figure rushed to Ren Xingzhong's side and squatted down and raised his gun, only a second later, the Mohok teenager, who had already rushed to Ren Xingzhong, was only more than ten meters away from Ren Xingzhong's chest and was pierced, and a ball of flesh and blood exploded out of his back, and the young and broken body took a few steps back under the kinetic energy of the bullet, and then collapsed to the ground.

"Private how long are you going to aim? Why not shoot?! You idiot, are you going to be the first unlucky guy in the platoon?! ”

The European sergeant pulled the bolt with a cold face, and the hot empty bullet case almost jumped on Ren Xingzhong, but at this time, Ren Xingzhong was still standing stupidly, maintaining the action of raising the gun and aiming.

There was no longer the body of the Mohok boy in the crosshairs, and there was a lifeless trumpet corpse on the ground. Ren Xingzhong slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun, his eyes widened, and his lips were still trembling slightly.

Turning slowly, he looked around to see the few intact Mohok houses being destroyed and blown up by grenades by groups of Chinese Army soldiers, and the words of avoidance and the explosion of cluster grenades mingled with each other. In the ruins, in the clearings, by the river, by the woods, and under the hillsides, there were corpses and blood everywhere......

……

The military was once again in the far western White Horse Valley when they easily wiped out a certain Iroquois Indian Confederacy village. The senior ward of the obstetrics and gynaecology department of the National Hospital in the capital city of Manchester was once again crowded at noon with Delaware women who had come to visit the mother and newborn.

"Na A, the child is very strong, and he must be a brave hunter in the future." After completing a small traditional ritual, the elderly Delaware woman carefully returns the newborn to Nata's arms, smiling and filling every wrinkle on her face.

"Hee-hee, we don't need hunters for a long time, and if the kid wants to in the future, I think he should be a scholar." Nada kissed her youngest son's wrinkled face, a proud smile on her face.

As the "Director of Yin Affairs of the Ministry of Civil Affairs", Na Da. Now she is 30 years old, but the long-term nourishing and wealthy life and careful maintenance make her look much younger than the younger Delaware women next to her, and she still retains a few traces of the appearance of the original innocent Delaware girl.

Including the baby boy who had just given birth to in her arms, Na Da gave birth to two boys and two girls to her husband Li Xiang for more than ten years. The eldest son, Li Yinlin, is 13 years old and is studying in a national middle school, and his two daughters, Li Yinxia and Li Yinxue, are still primary school students, and the fourth boy is waiting for her husband to come and choose the name.

If there is any regret that the family has today, it is a few years ago. The two elders of the family finally passed away peacefully. Nata's mother was one of the few wizards who still maintained the last little village until she died, and her father, Kenraton, received a state funeral from the Chinese Congress in memory of the old Indian who had made a great contribution to the naturalization of the Delaware. Li Xiang and his wife have also formally become the leaders of a new generation of Delaware people in the Long Island area.

"I'm sorry. The meeting was too long and it was too late! ”

The door opened, and Li Xiang appeared in front of everyone with a sweaty hair, and a briefcase under his arm. It looks like we've just finished an important meeting.

Perhaps sensing the arrival of his father, or more likely feeling hunger, the baby boy let out a clear and healthy wah-wow cry. The women in the room laughed and left the room, leaving only the two of them.

"It's a boy, husband." Nada grinned and unbuttoned it, touching her full boobs to the baby's mouth. Under the conditioned reflex, the baby quickly found the right way to solve the hunger, pouted and sucked hard.

"Hehe, I thought about it on the way, if it's a boy, it's called Li Yinhua." Li Xiang, who became the father of four children, no longer had the ecstatic expression he had at the beginning, but hugged his wife and children in his arms very gently.

"Huh? Are you unhappy? Na Da, who was very familiar with her husband, quickly sensed a trace of abnormality in her husband's expression, and then turned her head to look at Li Xiang's eyes in confusion.

Li Xiang was a little stunned by his wife's keen observation, but a few seconds later, he still took out a document from his briefcase: "At this morning's National Assembly meeting, there was a lot of controversy in discussing the law on the establishment of 'Yin Reserve' in the future. ”

"Reservations? What do you mean? Na Da Yiqi, I always felt that this name sounded very related to me.

"In other words, the 'descendants of the Yin people' who still insist on not being naturalized must live in the areas designated by national law, and the state will continue to respect and protect their living customs, but they cannot choose to move their place of residence as they did in the past......

Looking at his wife's puzzled gaze, Li Xiang explained with difficulty.

The child seemed to be choking on the milk and let out a harsh hoarse cough and cry, but at this time, Nada did not have the skillful handling action in the past, and just stared blankly at the white paper in her husband's hand......

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The Iroquois Indians' continued victories over the past few years are no longer worth mentioning, and the Eries in the western part of the White Horse Valley have made initial contact with the United States and will become the first Iroquois-speaking North American Indians to be supported by the United States, and perhaps in the future, the Huron League will join this new Northern Indian dependency system. Previously, the tribes, including the Drawa, Mohican, Pecots, and Nanagensnes, were all Algonquin Indian tribes who chose to attach or naturalize.

The topic of today's congressional meeting is how to deal with the situation in which these two major language families Indians have been bitter enemies of each other for hundreds of years. Incidentally, the question of whether Indian villages like those in western Jersey Town and eastern Long Island in East Long Island should continue to exist freely is also on the table.

With the unstoppable contact and infiltration of life, even though there are still a large number of diehards among the Indians in Songzhou and Haizhou, the total number of naturalized Indians has exceeded 12,000 in more than a decade. It slowly multiplies at a rate of several hundred people per year, of which the number of Delaware nationals exceeds 8,000, accounting for more than sixty percent. In particular, the new generation of Delaware teenagers who have grown up are no longer much different from the local Chinese nationals in terms of appearance and dress. Among all Native American nationals, the proportion of the new generation of Chinese-Indian and European-Indian mixed-race children also exceeds 15%.

At present, the naturalized Indian nationals are scattered in nearby towns according to some unspoken rules, but there are many more other Indian dependent tribes that are still attached to the suburbs of each town in the primitive village model.

Among them, the villages of Delaware in the eastern suburbs of East Long Island, the villages of Pecots and Nanagansai near West Point, the villages of Mohican and Nipmukh near Silvervalley, and the villages of Mohican and Podank near Porter City; Wampanoag and Massachusetts villages around Qingcheng City...... It all adds up. There are at least 30,000 Native American tribes who are still dependent on China as independents but are unwilling to be naturalized.

Although they provided cheap junior labor for the country as hired laborers, such an "independent identity" was obviously a "restless" gesture. Although many times the foreign colonists themselves are not very clean, the main problem lies in the intricate inter-tribal relations of the Indians, and if the foreign colonists show friendship to any Indian tribe, they will inevitably be regarded as enemies by other Indian tribes.

Even if the "Pecot Wars" and the two "Iroquois Wars" relied on the powerful deterrent power of the "Pecot War" and the two "Iroquois Wars" to demonstrate the principle of the relationship between the Chinese and American Republic towards the native Indians, and brought together different tribes in the form of direct intervention, this principle of relationship was not something that the native Indians could accept willingly. Historically, both the English and the French. They all paid the price of blood for their former "bitter heart".

In the years following the end of the Second Iroquois War, the "Indian Reservation Policy" was introduced in Congress several times, including even the closest Delawares. Because the population of the unwilling naturalized Drava tribe on the east and west banks of the middle and lower reaches of the Song River is still in the thousands. Especially in the eastern suburbs of Long Island New Area and western Jersey City, even if Li Xiang's father-in-law and his family are setting an example. But there are still more than a dozen Delaware villages that continue to exist independently in stubbornness.

According to the "Indian Reservation Policy", the state may respect the tribal culture and way of life of Indian tribes who are unwilling to receive national naturalization education, but must live in areas designated by the state. and shall not occupy any land other than the reserved land.

According to this line of thinking, Long Island, Manhattan Island, and Staten Island, to which New York City belonged historically, were the Delaware tribal villages on the territory that was "completely purchased" by the American Republic of China. It is necessary to relocate to a specially designated area.

As soon as this kind of proposal came out, it was immediately met with strong opposition from pro-Indians, including Li Xiang. At a time when the state is not dominating the East Coast of North America, the introduction of such a tough Indian management policy will inevitably arouse great hostility from the Indian tribes that have been attached to the country, and may even arouse the dissatisfaction of some Native American nationals who have completed their naturalized education and integrated into the internal life of the country.

But the sponsors of the proposal also have a plausible reason, that is, this year's resettlement projects and the development of land around towns have begun to be restricted by the Indian dependent tribal villages around towns. For example, in the eastern part of Long Island, the presence of hundreds of die-hards living in the Delaware community has prevented the development of the urban area, which occupies a large tract of the most fertile agricultural land in the small river basin further east.

The pro-Indians are basically a small number of women, as well as a number of men who have married Indian women, and the number of them is only about a dozen, and even fewer can enter Congress or the government, making the opposition much weaker than the approving voice. At a time when civic politics was still unreliable, as long as the Senate could pass the proposal for review, it was basically an ironclad policy.

Under the repeated admonition of Li Xiang and others, the Senate finally vetoed the formal proposal of the House of Representatives' "Indian Reservation Policy". However, as a compromise transitional policy, the trial plan of "policy-based relocation and protection resettlement of Delaware Indians dependent on villages" was endorsed by the Senate.

According to the initial intention, all Delaware Indian villages within the territory of the country will be banned by the government one after another, and the thousands of Delaware who are unwilling to be naturalized will be "persuaded" to relocate to the southern shore of Manchester Bay and the northern part of the New Jersey Peninsula in the future. There are several sites of former Delaware Indian villages that have long been abandoned, and at least 200 square kilometres of land will be set aside as "Delaware Reserves" in the next few years.

In the face of the strength of the Congress, Li Xiang could only sigh and had to take the initiative to serve as the executor of the plan, because apart from him, no one else in the country could convince those who had not yet been naturalized. (To be continued)