The climate and environment of this land are similar to those of China, which is the first impression of all people who come here.

This is actually quite normal, after all, both sides are almost in the same dimension, so it is understandable that the climate is the same. At most, there is no trace of Chinese civilization here, giving people a real sense of strangeness.

Zhang Hongwu wanted to declare that this land was owned by the Republic and by Huaxia. But he knew that at the moment he was not qualified to do so.

Compared with his little nephew, he landed in Western Australia, where survival resources are scarce, and he is also a fertile land with abundant food. But unlike his nephew, San Francisco in the north already had European colonists establish a foothold there, and even the most prosperous gold relay station in the New World. It can be said that there will be a large number of Spanish defenders there, and Yan zhòng threatens their survival.

To the east of them is the Shoshone Indian settlement, and you can even meet more and more Indian races. This kind of close relatives of the Chinese nation will not recognize you because you look similar to them, you must know that even if they do not have the interference of European colonizers, they themselves will fight each other, not to mention that a few tribes have now become loyal minions of the colonizers, wielding butcher knives at their own compatriots.

It was a primitive civilization dominated by tribes, perhaps because the living conditions were too rich, and they still did not learn how to smelt iron, build towns and more advanced political structures. However, they live in a land rich in resources, and for the colonizers and even for them, they are like a group of children who have taken gold bricks, and they always feel that if they don't rob them of them, they are sorry for their own hearts.

"It's a little dark, let's stay in a tent for one night tonight, everyone in the militia team is working duty in three batches, I am in charge of the second batch, and you can decide the rest yourself." Okay, it's okay, let's take care of tonight's affairs! Zhang Hongwu looked at the sky, turned back to the people who were carrying the materials, and said.

"Yes!" The militia is still very in awe of this prince-level cunzii.

In particular, Zhang Hongwu served as a senior leader of the military department of the Republic for a long time, and he was completely the existence that these militiamen needed to look up to.

The camp was quickly set up, and there was no way to erect a fence or anything for the time being, but at least the tents were set up, and the women who came with them quickly prepared a fairly rich dinner for the men. There is also some fish soup to drink, which the children fish on the shore.

"The first night in this exotic region feels similar to the feeling of an outing in China!" When the family was lying in the tent, Zhang Ben said.

"The difference is that if we're in China, we'll come back the next day even if we're on an outing. But here we have to face such desolation for a long, long time...... I guess I'll miss the hustle and bustle of Chang'an. Zhang Le pretended to be sentimental and said.

"Go to bed early, your father, I'm going to be on duty tonight!" Zhang He reprimanded in a low voice.

The two little boys kept their mouths shut very well, and the whole tent soon fell silent.

The whole camp seemed so quiet, and under the night sky, it seemed to be the sound of insects chirping and the "crackling" sound of firewood in the campfire. The militia on duty did not dare to be lazy, but there was a big man living here, and if there was any mistake, they did not doubt that they would all be sent to the funeral soon. Second, their families are also here, even if it is to protect their families, they can't afford to have any mistakes.

Beneath the night sky, there seemed to be movement approaching. It is not natural at all.

The militiamen, who quickly realized the situation, immediately sounded the gong and at the same time took out the crossbow behind them. Hearing the sound of the gong, all the militia woke up in their sleep for the first time, then took up their weapons and armor, and came to the perimeter of the camp, carefully guarding every corner. Their families lie quietly in their tents, silently praying for their men or fathers.

"Attack (direct translation from Native American)!" In the distance, a long howl was heard.

This was followed by a raid of at least five thousand people. Most of them have feathers on their heads, but there are also young people who don't. They had only one action, and that was to launch a surprise attack on the camp.

Don't wonder why these Indians don't have night blindness, the reason why the poor people in China get night blindness is because of the lack of nutrition due to the long-term diet of the monotony. But here, the Indian warriors either hunted wild beasts, gathered berries, and even a few even planted corn. Therefore, in terms of nutrition, they are not lacking, even at night, they have strong night vision.

"Shoot!" In terms of night vision capabilities, the militia of the Republic is not far behind, even if it is a militia-level existence.

With the commander's order, a large number of arrows flew out, and it is unknown how many Native Americans were shot. The most important thing is that the arrows startled the natives, who never imagined that there would be a bow and arrow in this world that could shoot so far, and that it could still be fired in bursts.

The casualties were further increased, but the natives were not at all afraid, perhaps knowing that they had an absolute advantage in numbers. Or, they understand that if they take a step back, their tribe may suffer.

They don't want to relocate, to leave the area where their ancestors lived, so they have to fight for the future, they don't have a choice.

As the distance increased, axe-throwers and spear-throwers began to appear on the other side, which were the most primitive obsidian axes and spear-throwers, which were thrown directly after a distance of almost fifty meters. The axes and spears flew with the sound of breaking through the air, but they didn't mean to slow down at all, and the lethality can be imagined.

"Thunder!" Zhang Hongwu didn't want to delay with them, so he gave the order directly.

The soldiers quickly pulled out the grenades, which they had only fired three shots each, and there was no way to replenish them once they had thrown them.

Anyway, they took out their grenades and threw them at the enemy.

The grenade exploded among the enemies, setting off one flower of death after another, and then reaping the lives of the other party.

The other side began to be afraid, maybe they had seen artillery, they had seen firearms, but they had never seen such a terrible thing.

At that moment, they even wondered if these strangers in front of them were protected by the gods. If so, then it would be too bad, how can they be just ordinary people, how can they fight against enemies who are protected by the gods?

The enemy is in a state of confusion, and the militia will not stop attacking because of this. After continuing to fire a crossbow bolt from an arrow magazine, all the soldiers armed with broadswords and shields slashed at the enemy. With extraordinary bravery and cooperation, he slashed and killed these natives who had little fighting spirit, and the result was almost no suspense.

The sky slowly began to light up, and the war entered the final stage.

The militia not only defeated the attack of 5,000 people, killed more than 3,000 and captured more than 2,000. even further killed the other tribe and captured the old and weak women and children who stayed behind. Except for a few who left, they were all captured. But for this, the republic also paid for the death of more than thirty people.

"Sure enough, the Americas don't seem to be as easy as Yuewang Island......" Looking at the corpses of his compatriots, Zhang Hongwu said with a wry smile.