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After just a day of rest at home, Zhou Kemin impatiently left the Navy Apartment dormitory in the industrial area of Brooklyn.

I walked almost all over the industrial area, inquired everywhere, and asked until the Indian school, only to learn the whereabouts of a certain Indian girl from the mouth of Wang Tiehammer's lover Xiang Wei.

Damar is now an elementary school teacher in the natural village community of Delaware Indian hired workers in the southeast of Brooklyn's industrial area.

Like her brother Fatima, Dama, who studied under Xiang Wei, was recognized for her perseverance and determination, and her ability to learn and express herself in Mandarin was outstanding among the local Delaware. Considering the particularity of Chinese language education for Indian children, Xiang Wei persuaded the community committee to establish this special Indian primary school with Dama as the teacher.

Riding a tall Andalusian war horse imported from Europe, Zhou Kemin arrived at the Delaware Indian Natural Village community in the afternoon.

In front of it is a low-rise wooden shack block, with only a few masonry and mixed wood houses, which still look like the Delaware style of family groups. From a distance, apart from the Delaware Indians coming in and out, it seems more like a rural village on the outskirts of a city in a historical time and space that is being demolished and demolished, or like a refugee shelter in a small turbulent African country that was once broadcast on television.

The Delaware, who were helped by the Manhattan community, even built a small brick kiln and lumber yard in their new natural village community to provide bricks and tiles for the Chinese. Although tens of thousands of bricks can be exchanged for a few daily necessities, it is much more comfortable than the fishing and hunting work that was full of risks and watching the weather.

Now, both men and women, Delaware people can find a suitable job in Brooklyn Industries if they want to, and living close to the Chinese community has become a natural choice. Although the leaders of the original villages expressed concern, at least for the time being, the benefits were disguised by a dissatisfaction.

Several Delaware men and women who entered and exited the Indian natural community were frightened by the war horse in front of them, which was taller than a horse, and they all huddled under the eaves, carefully watching the Chinese young man wearing the costume of "Chinese warrior" ride into the village community on the war horse.

"Dama!" Zhou Kemin smiled and beckoned to a thin Indian boy not far away, and said the name he wanted to inquire.

"Dama, at school."

The Indian boy actually spoke Mandarin not very fluently, which made Zhou Kemin stunned. I didn't expect to see each other for a few months, but the Chinese language education of the Delaware Indians here has progressed to this point.

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Thoroughbred Andalusian horses trotted gracefully along the path at the edge of the vast farm, and neither the young nor the young man on horseback spoke. The girl sat in the back, carefully wrapping her arms around the waist of the young man in front of her, her head pressed tightly against the other's back, and a happy smile on her face.

In a short time, the two of them were already on the edge of the rocky cliff on the southwest coast of Brooklyn. In the distance, the war horse was boredly gnawing on the green grass between the cracks in the stones, and from time to time the beautiful horse's head was raised and a nasal voice was spewed. Young men and women sat side by side behind a large rock, facing the bay, whispering.

"What's on the other side of the sea?" Today, Dama is wearing a small tracksuit that has been eliminated by Chinese people, her hair has been combed into the style of a shawl for Chinese women, and a slightly faded colored plastic hairpin is worn on her head, which looks unpretentious.

"It's land, land as wide as here, and there are a lot of white people, but they don't like cleanliness at all." It seems that there are European cities with the smell of feces and garbage all over the streets, and Zhou Kemin looks at the joke with a smile.

Carefully looking at himself, and then at the youth, Dama blushed slightly, and said like a mosquito, "Then are you really from the valley to the west?" ”

Zhou Kemin was stunned for a moment, turned his head slightly, looked in the direction of Staten Island, and showed an embarrassed look on his face: "Well, the west is far, far away, not only the valley, but also the sea, and on the other side of the sea, is my hometown." ”

"Teacher Xiang said that our Delaware and your Chinese were the same tribe a long, long time ago." Dama earnestly repeated the words he had heard countless times, "Then why are we here?" And you're only here now? ”

Why? Zhou Kemin had a bitter face, he couldn't make up these historical research topics that might have some basis like his companions who were bent on how to assimilate the Delaware Indians.

"When I was a child, my father told me that a long, long time ago, we had a country called Yin Shang, and the leader of this country used to do things that were very unsatisfactory to the people, and one day he was defeated by a village in the west...... Then some of the people of Yin Shang crossed the sea and came here. ”

Zhou Kemin frowned, slowly organized the familiar history in as simple sentences as possible, and said it almost for an hour before he finished telling the story of King Wu of Zhou's defeat of Yin Shang.

Listening to this story, which even Xiang Wei had never told, Dama had a surprised expression from beginning to end.

"What do you mean by a country? Why did that leader do so many bad things, and everyone still made him the leader? Was it your village that defeated him? If a good leader had been chosen at that time, our ancestors would not have had to flee. Dharma finally asked a few questions, and his feelings suddenly dropped a lot.

"Well, the country is made up of many villages of many tribes, and everyone usually speaks the same thing and eats the same thing...... Our village defeated the chieftains of the Yin Shang and formed a new nation, and after a long, long time, a foreign tribe from the north defeated the country, and our ancestors had to cross the sea to get here. Zhou Kemin's heart became more and more uneasy.

"If the two villages didn't fight at that time, wouldn't we be able to resist the alien tribe to the north together? Will you still beat us in the future? Dama did not give up, and his feelings became more and more depressed.

Looking at the Indian girl who had been thinking about it for a few months in amazement, Zhou Kemin found that he was not only clumsy in the face of modern women, but also at a loss in the face of a 17th-century Indian girl who had never dreamed of it.

"No, we were bullied by outsiders because of disunity before, and we won't bully our own people in the future, we have to protect this place together." Zhou Kemin sighed and gently hugged Dama.

"Well, you're a Chinese warrior!" Dama tugged at the buttons of his sweetheart's beautiful military uniform on his chest with his hand, and finally smiled.

"Dama, let's ......" Zhou Kemin suddenly felt an impulse in his heart, hugged Dama's body, and couldn't help but exert force in his hands.

"Huh?" Dama was taken aback and didn't dare to move.

"We, I mean, no matter what happens in the future, will we still be here together to see the sea?" Zhou Kemin's face was red, and his tongue kept calling.

"Uh-huh......" a mosquito-like voice sounded, and Dama was already blushing at this time.

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At the same time when the two of them were "on the willow tops on the moon, and after dusk," on the plain of the river valley northwest of the distant town of West Point, about three platoons of officers and men of the land garrison crossed the small river in the mode of actual combat training and with the cooperation of several hundred Pecots and launched an active attack on the Mohok camp on the other side of the river.

Taking advantage of their familiarity with the terrain, the Mohe people sneaked across the river several times and launched sneak attacks and destruction of Pekot villages, and even a regular patrol of the land garrison was ambushed, resulting in the loss of one dead and several wounded.

After receiving these reports, Zheng Quan, who was embarrassed and angry, took the opportunity to inspect military affairs and personally issued the order for this operation, and decided to give the Moheks a rare lesson.

Under the command of the officer, to the sound of fine and rhythmic drum beats, more than 90 loaded modern infantry marched towards the Mohok camp in three neat rows.

On a clear and windless day, the maximum volley caused great casualties and panic among the Mohoks, and a large number of Mohoks who tried to storm the line were either overturned by the platoon guns or torn to pieces by grapeshot shells fired by the only 6-pounder gun, and the few Mohok fighters who rushed up from both sides to avoid frontal fire were dumpled by the Pecots who were in charge of covering.

Stopped on the outskirts of the Mohok camp, outside the range of the opponent's bows and arrows, the rifle volleys of the infantry were fired three times, and before they could launch a bayonet charge, the Mohoks, who had tried to confront each other for a long time along the river, collapsed.

In less than an hour of fighting, the Mohoks were killed by at least 100 men, many more were taken prisoner, and less than half continued to flee to the northwest. Only a dozen Pecots were wounded on the victorious side, and then the brigade retreated to the east bank of the river with prisoners of war and booty.

Although the direct results were not outstanding compared to the previous battles, Zheng Quan, who had observed the whole process of the battle, was very satisfied. Because the troops involved in the battle this time were all foreign infantry companies composed of non-traversers, one European infantry platoon and two Indian infantry platoons.

According to Zheng Quan's plan, in another year and a half, he will be able to organize a large-scale force to completely sweep away the Mohok threat to West Point in the nearby area, so that the Mohoks will retreat hundreds of kilometers north.

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