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Throughout the colonial history of North and South America, the Indians have played an image that is worse than tragic.

If Curtis's use of 600 men to destroy the Mexican Aztec Empire may have been a contest of courage and luck, then Pizarro's overthrow of the Inca Empire, which ruled most of South America, with only 177 men, is absolutely a complete historical farce.

The fact that the two Indian empires, one north and one south, with a combined population of more than 11 million people, were dismembered and dissolved into history in such an extremely puzzling and extremely rapid manner was entirely due to the peculiar logical thinking of the Indians of Central and South America. Of course, historians have to lament the weight of the religious myths of the Indians in this logical process of thought.

The religious prophecy of the return of the "white god" made the Indians of Central and South America show an extremely cautious and negative sense of battle from the very beginning. In any case, these two wars, which the Spaniards boasted of for centuries, played a far greater role than the insignificant power of the Spaniards themselves, and the other Indian tribes hated the two empires.

The North American Indians fought for more than 300 years longer than their distant cousins, but instead of showing any better, they were more tragically and always ruining their future with a series of mistakes that took the wrong side or the wrong direction.

In the history of the spread of civilization, military technology is undoubtedly the fastest spreading. The power of the weapons that had been brought across the seas from Europe was obvious, and the North American Indians were clever enough to take advantage of the Europeans' need for hides in exchange for a large number of weapons.

As a result, the North American Indians were more willing to be close to those who came from afar, and always tried with an attitude of urgency to rely on these outsiders to overcome their hated native neighbors. Even not long after he was attacked by outsiders, he would heal his scars and forget the pain and continue to repeat the previous path.

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The morning mist lifted, and the burnt Mohok camp in ruins on the sun-drenched valley plains was littered with huddled or mutilated corpses, blood seeping into the soil or solidifying into jelly-like patches. Bands of ragged Pecots were working in groups of two or three, under the supervision of armed residents of West Point.

The hellish scene in front of them did not make He Yu and Guan Ruzhong see many sad expressions from the expressions of these Pecots, but more of a kind of indifference, or even a kind of relieved relief.

With the help of the armed residents of West Point, the officers and men of the mixed company were now completely relaxed, sitting together in twos and threes, flintlock rifles set up in small triangles, steel helmets and backpacks aside, giggling and chatting with snacks.

Whether it was a Chinese soldier, a European soldier, or a Delaware Indian soldier who had recently participated in a modern war drama, most of them pretended to be holding cigarettes that were so precious to outsiders.

The very few Delaware Indian soldiers who had been terrible a few hours ago still hung their heads, and the non-commissioned officer on the side sneered at them. But more of the mixed company soldiers showed a kind of unbridled arrogance, and at this time, there was hardly any racial exclusion in sight, and the appearance of laughing and scolding each other made He Yu and other Chinese officers a little in a trance, as if they had returned to a certain time and space.

"Lieutenant! Sir...... We've found something! ”

While several officers were discussing their next move, Sergeant Scott approached with a few armed residents of West Point, some of whom were carrying parts that looked like the remains of muskets.

Obviously, it was the parts of the arquebus that had been blown off by a grenade, and this discovery surprised He Yu and others. In order to prevent accidents, the Manhattan community would never provide any hot weapons for the Indian trade, but now there are traces of arquebuses.

"It's engraved with letters, but sir, we don't know each other." Except for the sergeants who were forced to learn a little Chinese characters in the night school, the illiterate horse's feet were exposed in front of these European letters.

"Go back and show the Priest Brest!" Kwan knew that Pastor Brest knew a lot of European languages.

"Sir, after reconnaissance, the Mohoks have retreated across the small river to the northwest and camped in the plains of the river valley there."

On the map, the remnants of the Mohoks fled to the area west of the future town of Cornwall, which is still a pristine plain of mountain rivers.

"We don't have enough troops to pursue in depth. Return to West Point to recuperate! Feng Bin, you are the supreme commander and the commander remains. After discussion, several officers planned to leave all their troops in West Point, and He Yu himself was ready to return to Manhattan to report the situation, and decisively kicked these follow-up issues to the community committee to deal with.

A few hours later, the large force marched into West Point. The men, women, and children of West Point, who had long since learned of a great victory, stood on the side of the street and threw their makeshift garlands of twigs and wreaths at the officers and men of the land garrison lined up in neat double columns.

"Hey! Sergeant Scott! Are there any rewards for us? ”

Private Jonah, who was of Scottish descent, was still playing his role as a sidekick, whispering to the non-commissioned officer beside him who was holding his head up.

"Maybe I'll be here for half a year, rookie." Sergeant Scott looked at a certain English girl standing by a hut not far away, looking shy, and replied absentmindedly.

"Oh? Jonah, you seem to have wasted all those two bullets, and you haven't even touched a single hair of the barbarian, maybe the lieutenant will hang you up and whip you up for a whole day! ”

It was the Irish soldier who liked to play tricks on people again, and the whole queue burst into laughter.

"Who can prove that I didn't hit...... There may be a chief I killed......" Jonah blushed and hurriedly defended, and there was another burst of laughter in the group, and even He Yu, who led the team, was amused.

At noon, the housewives of the whole town of West Point were busy, and pots of hot vegetable broth or soft bread were delivered to the makeshift camp, much to the pride of some of the European soldiers who were already in West Point.

At the mayor's house, several officers and officials from West Point gathered to discuss the arrangements for the future.

"Heyu, I will send spies to continue to monitor the Mohoks, and you can return to the community committee as much as possible to see what the above plan to do." Guan Ruzhong looked at the northwest worriedly, his brows furrowed.

"Well, if we withdraw on the front foot, and they come on the back foot again, they will have a headache, so we can't toss two heads in three days." Feng Bin, a lieutenant in the Chinese infantry platoon, also felt that things were more troublesome.

"Oh, gentlemen officers, would it be troublesome to garrison at West Point?" Mayor William stood up with his cane on his crutches at this time, his face flushed, and he seemed a little excited, "We have a beautiful home, brave townspeople, and delicious bread and broth, and the soldiers can get the best life here, why wouldn't this country really protect her?" ”

"Lieutenant, maybe your chief has other considerations, but West Point can't afford to be unsafe for long, and our residents, orchards, vegetable fields, and tile factories all need to be protected." Priest Brest also stood up, his tone was serious, "There are also iron mines and coal mines, thousands of prisoner of war laborers, just more than a hundred of us townspeople, we can't take care of both. ”

"Old man, you talk too much nonsense...... I know that too, but ......" He Yu was about to tell the truth about the lack of troops, but he swallowed it back in an instant, and just picked up the wine bottle and poured it with a smug smile.

"Can those Pecots be put to good use?" Suddenly, the tax officer Mao Jian muttered on the side, and even Guan Ruzhong seemed to be pondering this question.

The Pecots were like the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, which made Mao Jian and Guan Ruzhong both move this idea. These former opponents, who retreated to the middle reaches of the Hudson River because of the constant attacks of the Mohoks, suffered a double blow from the land garrison and the Mohicans through no fault of their own, and now they are almost falling apart, if not exterminated.

"They hate the Mohoks, but they don't have enough strength, and now they can rely on us to survive, and it's their most reliable way of life." Guan Ruzhong remembered the Pecot prisoner of war who took the initiative to participate in the battle yesterday, so he cautiously added, "And from the night before yesterday to today, those Mohican people are even more unreliable, it is no problem to live in peace with them and do trade, if you want them to bleed and contribute, don't think about it." ”

"Hmm...... Mayor William and Reverend Brest could talk to someone of status among these people first. He Yu threw away the dry wine bottle and stood up, "I'll go back immediately, and let those guys who have eaten all day work harder, and strive to open a shortwave radio station with West Point Town as soon as possible." ”

Radio station? Mayor William and the Reverend of Brest both looked at each other, as if they had heard something new that they had never heard before. But they no longer make a fuss, and although after a long period of observation, these Orientals, who call themselves "American", are not as numerous as they imagined, but the advanced nature of civilization has convinced every resident of West Point.

"By the way, lieutenant, I've seen the wreckage of the three muskets that I sent before, one of them was made by the Dutch, and two of them were French." Pastor Brest seemed to remember something, and quickly shouted to He Yu, who was opening the door.

With a pause, the young Army Guard officer slowly turned his head with a look of disbelief.

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The Second Indian War at West Point made the community council leaders even more worried, because the traces of European hot weapons found in this war had revealed a very bad news: in the far north, in the region called Quebec, the French colonization had become quite influential.

Although the distance of thousands of kilometers from Quebec is still the biggest safety guarantee for the Manhattan community in this era, who can guarantee that one day there will not be a French ** regiment with fleur-de-lis flags from the north?

Now that the regular ground garrison force of the entire Manhattan community is less than 200 men, even with the addition of two new foreign infantry platoons, how many troops can be committed to confronting the Mohoks to the north? However, without the deployment of sufficient troops, the safety of the transportation of industrial mineral raw materials in the middle and upper reaches of the Hudson River cannot be guaranteed, and there is even a danger that the safety range will be compressed to the doorstep.

The controversy lasted for almost three days, and on 14 July, the day the harvest was officially concluded, the final decision was made by the community council.

Two additional Indian infantry platoons were continued, again composed mainly of Delaware Indians, and a small number of Pecots who had a bitter hatred for the Mohoks were absorbed.

In a gesture of turning hostility into peace, the Community Council agreed with the Sheriff and the Tax Collector of West Point to relocate all the Pecot prisoners captured during the last war at West Point to the plains northwest of West Point, to arm them with a certain amount of ammunition to monitor the Mohoks on the northwest banks of the plains, and to begin employing their young laborers to continue mining iron or coal mines.

At the same time, for the sake of security, it was decided to establish a military fortification on the valley artery between West Point and the new Pecot village, with no less than two platoons of land garrison.

The garrison will consist of a platoon of Chinese infantry plus a platoon of mixed infantry of foreign nationals, which will be rotated monthly. As for the establishment of local shortwave stations, the community committees have temporarily delayed the establishment of local shortwave stations, under the pretext of overall planning, because the implementation of this technology involves not only the restoration and use of the parts of the stations that have been removed from the ships, but also the construction of radio transmission stations and the training of operators, which are more cumbersome.

Soon after, more than 60 Delaware and Pecot Indian youths entered the boot camp on Staten Island and began another round of passionate and brutal training, while the Mohicans were warned that their war with the remnants of the Pecots had been stopped, and they were also hired to work in the mines of West Point.

Two North American Indian tribes, once on the same page but facing a stronger threat, have finally accepted the protection of the Manhattan community.

Over the course of a year, several Mohok harassments were defeated by the dominant Pekot villages on the other side of the river and the nearby land garrisons, and the Mohoks stained almost the entire valley plain with blood, and eventually retreated. Not only did they lose their direct trade with the Manhattan community, but they also lost a large amount of land they had once acquired.

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