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Saturday, April 10, 1621, fine.

When Xiang Wei, who was sitting behind the podium, closed the lesson plan and turned around, the wall clock above the blackboard behind him was exactly 18 o'clock in the afternoon, but it was already dark outside.

Today is Saturday, which should have been the beginning of the weekend every week, but considering the pressure of the teaching schedule, Xiang Wei still chose to add classes on the weekend.

In the future, any student would secretly curse that sentence, and then sit in the classroom with a calm face, unwilling to survive a happy weekend that should have belonged to them.

But in a 17th-century classroom, which still smelled of damp decay from freshly logged wood, sat nearly forty Native American men and girls ranging in age from 6 to 15 in Delaware Indian linen clothing, and even a few Native American teenagers who looked noticeably larger.

Except for a few students who were really too young and just sat obediently eating corn on the side, the remaining thirty or so students were burying their heads in the final exam homework.

Xiang Wei was dressed in modern clothes and makeup cut from Indian handmade linen fabric, and her hair was neatly coiled. Xiang Wei, who is still breastfeeding, is not yet 28 years old, and the former middle school Chinese teacher who has just become a mother is now slightly plump, with a soft and calm complexion, and a faint smile on her face all the time.

As the first female resident to become pregnant after the catastrophe, Xiang Wei gave birth to the first baby in the Manhattan community more than three months ago, and caused a lot of "turmoil", and it is said that many of the current policies were triggered by the night Xiang Wei gave birth.

Although her husband had lost his life on the day of the catastrophe to protect her and the child in her womb and is now buried in a cemetery north of Manhattan, Xiang Wei, who was strong by nature, chose to face reality only after a short period of sluggishness.

Soon after the confinement, Xiang Wei submitted an application to the Education Committee of the Supreme Committee and took the initiative to become a Chinese teacher in a Chinese primary school and a class teacher in the Indian class. Her character and former occupation met almost flawlessly the Commission's requirements for the education of minors in the community and the assimilation of the Indians.

Today's test is "Our Looks", and students are asked to write down on a piece of paper all the physical characteristics of a person that they can see. And these Chinese characters and pronunciations were taught to current Indian students by Xiang Wei as early as a week ago.

"Alright, students, it's time for the exam."

Xiang Wei recovered from her brief memories, stood up and raised her voice to the Indian students in the audience: "Now let's recall the content of this week's study. ”

"In addition to being tall and short, the most striking characteristics of a person are our eyes, hair and skin."

Xiang Wei stepped down from the podium and came to a 10-year-old Indian girl, looked at each other with a smile, and then pointed to her face: "Dama, tell me, what is the difference between the teacher and you?" ”

Unlike the other Indians, except for the hair decoration and the shoes on his feet, Dama wore a distinctly Chinese-style dress. Although this dress is still a little incongruous with her slightly immature and thin body, Dama still tries to wear it every time she goes to class.

The dress was given by a young Chinese man. The young man who had personally exchanged his peculiar paper ticket for a beautiful winter coat one night had been gone for a long time, and had gone to the other side of the sea.

From that night on, Dama had to run to the place where the Chinese lived almost every once in a while to peek at the handsome tall "warrior". Listening to those Chinese people, he is not an ordinary soldier, but a lieutenant, a leader who is many, much more powerful than a soldier.

There is also such a group of people in Dama's village, they are usually the bravest and most powerful in the village, they can kill more prey with each hunt, they can always deal with many people by themselves when facing enemies, and they are likely to become the patriarch or even the village chief in the future.

"Dama, what are you thinking?" Xiang Wei found that the Indian girl in front of her seemed to be distracted, so she shook her hand in front of the other party's eyes.

"Ahh The Indian girl came to her senses, stood up with a red face, and hung her head.

"Dama, tell me, what is the difference between the teacher and you?" Xiang Wei didn't blame anything, and gently combed the ends of the Indian girl's hair.

What's the difference? After understanding the meaning, Dama slowly began to look down the top of the female teacher's head, and his gaze swept over the other party's hair, forehead, cheeks, eyes, and lips......

It seems that such a question has never been considered before, so what's the point?

After about a minute, Dharma finally shook his head and whispered in unfamiliar Chinese, "It's the same ......."

Xiang Wei showed an expression that she didn't know whether to be happy or surprised, quickly walked back to the podium, gestured to Dama to take a seat, and then said with a smile: "Dama's answer is very correct. Look at our eyes, our hair, our skin...... We are all the same, we Chinese, Delaware, all from the other side of the sea in the far west! We have the same ancestors! ”

The Indian students in the audience all looked at each other, and many of them began to look at each other.

"Teacher...... Someone ......"

Looking at her watch, Xiang Wei, who was about to announce the end of class, suddenly heard a little Indian girl sitting on the side eating corn shouting to herself in astringent Chinese.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a tall figure standing outside the window with his back to him, and a wisp of pale blue smoke drifted up from the man.

Uh, he's here again...... Xiang Wei's face was slightly red, and she quickly lowered her head and pretended to sort out the lesson plan. Feeling that there was no change for a long time, Xiang Wei turned her head again, and just happened to meet the tall figure who turned to look at her gaze.

The tall man was dressed in a Maritime Guard officer uniform, looking at the female lecturer in the window with a smile on his face, and seeing that the other party seemed a little embarrassed, the 37-year-old captain of the Maritime Guard patrol ship quickly made a gesture, suggesting that the other party was just looking casually.

"Alright, students, that's all for today's class." Xiang Wei regained her composure and announced the end of class with a smile, "Today's test papers will be handed over to the class leader." ”

"Yes, teacher."

Dama, an Indian girl, quickly stood up and replied in a voice as thin as a mosquito while bowing her head. The girl's face was still flushed, because she found that she had suddenly found a lot of things that she had not noticed before......

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The two walked one after the other on the streets of Brooklyn's industrial area, and except for the occasional Indian hired laborer who walked around, the industrial area was much less crowded than usual on weekends, and the high-intensity work made Manhattan's skilled workers more dependent on rare weekends and weekends.

"If you leave your child at home alone and come to class, you won't be afraid that your child will be hungry and no one will take care of you?" Wang Tiehammer turned his head and broke the embarrassment with a smile.

"I didn't ...... Aunt Hai Huifen and other sisters helped me take care of it. Xiang Wei is still blushing, holding the lesson plan, like a female college student who has not yet graduated.

"I heard all the teachings just now, and it was very vivid, and the fact that these young Indians can further identify with us is the foundation of our ability to take root in the Americas." Wang Tiezhu touched his chin, and his voice was full of high fighting spirit, "I agree with the committee's decision, in this way, the prospects for our territorial development will be very broad." ”

"Hehe, you soldiers like to expand their territory." Xiang Wei was stunned for a moment, and when she saw the other party's rare image of a hot-blooded young man, she burst into laughter, "It seems that soldiers guarding peace are just an excuse in any era." It seems like it was born for people like you. ”

"Not necessarily...... If I had a choice, I still hope to wake up and still find myself lying at home in the customs compound, teasing my silly boy......"

As soon as Wang Tiezhu finished speaking, he seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, and when he turned around, he found that the face of the female teacher behind him had changed a little.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to......" Wang Tiezhu quickly coughed.

"Captain Wang, thank you for coming to Wenwen these days. He doesn't know anything about the world, maybe when he grows up, he thinks the world is like this, he won't know about the great catastrophe and the ...... of a certain era."

The governess smiled and quietly looked at the captain of the navy in front of her.

"Captain! Committee member Zheng asked all the officers of the Maritime Guard to go to the headquarters for a meeting! ”

Suddenly, a petty officer of the Maritime Guard ran over and shouted at Wang Tiehammer.

Well? It's almost night, why do you suddenly have a meeting? Wang Tiezhu frowned, looked at the female teacher beside him, and then showed an apologetic expression: "Hehe, it's trouble to make a living on this sea." ”

"Wang ...... Brother Wang, you go and get busy, come to my house to read Wenwen when you have time. ”

The governess walked amusefully down the other path, and after a few steps she turned back and whispered, but the captain of the navy was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey......" The female teacher hung down the lesson plan in her hand lonely, thoughtful.

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7 p.m., Committee Room.

Almost all the committee members, including Chairman Liu Lao, were gathered, and in addition to those who were out on routine military duties, all the officers of the Ground Guard and the Maritime Guard who had not left Manhattan were also summoned.

"The fishing boat responsible for transporting the last batch of construction supplies to West Point has returned ahead of schedule. There's a problem in West Point, Lao Liu, you can explain it to everyone! When the last officer was seated, Zheng Quan stood up and nodded to Liu Baidong, the former captain of the fishing boat with an anxious face on his face in the conference hall.

"I left after 4 a.m. today, and ...... after 11 a.m."

Liu Baidong continued to talk for nearly thirty minutes without stopping, and then he gasped and took a big sip of water from his water cup.

"The docks can't even get close, are you sure they're under attack?" Chen Liwen, the commander-in-chief of the land garrison, frowned, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and his face was ugly.

"About two kilometers away from West Point Town, I saw black smoke, and I thought it was Dong Jiunan who was burning the wasteland." Liu Baidong put down the water glass and wiped the corners of his mouth with his arm, "When I was about to approach the pier more than 500 meters, I heard gunshots again, although it was only a few times, but it was obvious that He Yu was warning me." And then that's what I'm talking about, there are a lot of Indians hiding in the woods near the docks, and if I hadn't reversed in time, maybe the Indians would have touched it! ”

"Still here......" Liu Lao sighed deeply, his old sideburns seemed to be whiter, "Xiao Zheng, Xiao Wang, Xiao Chen, you are all veterans for many years, what do you think?" ”

"Send reinforcements now!" Chen Liwen was the first to stand up, looking more anxious than the others, "He Yu only has a squad of troops, even if you add those British and Indians, there are only about 70 people who can afford to hold weapons." ”

"According to Lao Liu, there are at least 200 Indians surrounding West Point......" Zheng Quan touched his chin and looked solemn, "Our naval and land garrisons add up, there are only more than 140 people, and a considerable number of them are scattered in Manhattan and Brooklyn to serve as defensive tasks, how many people can be dispatched?" And our Project 516 patrol ship broke down last week and is still under repair! ”

Zheng Quan paused, looked up at the people in the entire conference hall.

"Besides, we have to figure out, what are the results of our sending reinforcements? Is it just to rescue them, or is it ......"

Zheng Quan's words were not finished, but almost everyone understood the meaning behind it.

"My Jianyì, it's better to save people first." Qi Jianjun thought for a while, and slowly said his opinion, "It's nothing to lose some supplies, you can look for them elsewhere in the future, people are more important than anything else." ”

"But our mineral source is gone, and who can guarantee that the Indians will not continue to threaten us?" Jiang Zhaolong, a member of the Ministry of Industry, was the first to express his opposition.

"Don't we still have trade...... Qi Jianjun was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head to look at Chairman Liu Lao, "Liu Lao, think about it, if we send troops to fight those Indians really big this time, not only will it take time, but in case there are casualties, it will be ......."

"Old Qi, you're not familiar with the Indians." Zheng Quan pointed to the night sky outside the window, his face was gloomy and frightening, "Maybe we think that the Delaware people around us are very talkative, and even extremely cute and friendly. But that doesn't mean they understand all of our actions. I think it's probably because of He Yu Dong Jiunan and what they did to do something terrible, otherwise the Indians would not have so many people attacking West Point! ”

Love-hate, impulsive, belligerent, kind and simple, almost three adjectives that do not match each other are character factors of the Indians. Everyone agrees on this.

"Once a threat is ignited, it must be nipped in the bud!" Zheng Quan's fist slammed on the conference table fiercely, with a fierce look on his face, "I will raise yì, mobilize the maximum force, use Lao Liu's fishing boat to transport it to the vicinity of West Point Town to land, and after rescuing He Yu, quickly sweep away the Indian tribe that is already an enemy to us!" ”

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

"Should leave tonight!"

With the exception of a few who were silent, almost all of the commissioners under the age of forty raised their hands.

"Okay, I announce that Xiao Chen will serve as the commander-in-chief of this troop, Xiao Zheng and your Maritime Garrison will provide the necessary support, and after the other committee members go back, they will also adjust the next work accordingly, and we must ensure all the guarantees for this troop dispatch!"

Liu Lao is also a decisive person, and he instantly understood that this time he would face an endless war.

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At 9 p.m., the entire Manhattan pier was lit up, and teams of heavily armed land garrison officers and soldiers were waiting to board the fishing boats.

Several soldiers of the Maritime Guard, carrying a 6-pounder light cannon removed from a Dutch sailboat, carefully pushed onto the fishing boat under a series of commands, and several barrels of gunpowder and shells were carefully stacked at the very tail of the fishing boat by the Indians.

According to the final military dispatch order, Chen Liwen will command 80 officers and men of the Ground Garrison and a six-member artillery squad of the Maritime Garrison to set off overnight on a fishing boat, accompanied by a four-member medical team that was urgently called.

Although nearly 100 men and one cannon made the whole fishing boat look much heavier and more crowded, more war materials were tied to the stern of the fishing boat in small wooden boats, making it much more dangerous to sail north at night later.

Many of Manhattan's residents stood quietly outside the temporarily military-controlled docklands, but their faces were filled with deep anxiety, and almost no one spoke.

Within an hour, not only was the entire Manhattan community on maximum alert, but even martial law was temporarily declared in the Brooklyn Industrial District, where all workers were given a flintlock pistol and Indian hired workers were told to stay in their sheds.

The prominent representatives of the Delaware in Brooklyn were also informed of West Point, and the impulsive Drava Indian warriors nearly jumped on the spot, shouting all sorts of unintelligible slogans, and then told the inhabitants of Manhattan in half-baked Chinese that they would send the bravest warriors to help their "brothers."

Well, it's a brotherhood, Zheng Quan can only kindly tell these "brothers" who are excited about the war, they can only row a wooden boat to follow the north behind, if there is any accident at night, I will not accompany them......

At 21:30, all the combatants had boarded the fishing boat, Zheng Quan silently waved his hand, and a puff of smoke came out of the fishing boat's diesel engine and oil motor, and the heavy hull, which was already absolutely full, began to move slowly.

"Beat those shitty guys!"

Suddenly, a young voice rang out in the crowd waiting outside the docks, followed by a high-pitched shout from the entire crowd.

The officers and men on the ship sat close together, their eyes under the brim of their hats showing eager gaze, and although none of them spoke, including the officers, they all straightened up and grasped their weapons.

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