Chapter 156: Young Indians

"Wizard, I've found something strange not far away, can you come with me to take a look?"

A Sioux warrior who had just returned from the Manhattan army found the old wizard

"Oh? What is it? ”

The old wizard looked at the warrior with some confusion.

"I don't know what the road is, that's why I came to you. But I think that's something that only you know. And I suspect that those things have something to do with the Song people in the city of Manhattan. ”

The warrior's words immediately intrigued the old wizard.

Something to do with the Song people?

He realized that it was most likely an opportunity for himself.

Originally, he had mobilized some people to 'besiege' the health team in Manhattan in an attempt to squeeze them out. The rumors of the merger slowly dissipated in the tribe, but Manhattan, fearing for the safety of their health team members, sent hundreds of troops, which forced the old wizard to hibernate for a while.

He knew very well that Manhattan was powerful, and he would not go toe-to-toe with the other party unless he had to.

Besides, people come to them and do a lot to treat them and control the disease. If you shoot the Manhattan health team because of rumors, it will be unreasonable.

"Take me to see it!"

However, if you can find something that is not good for the Manhattan side, then you can justifiably squeeze them out.

By the time the Manhattan Sanitary Team and their fighters had been squeezed out, he could have slowly cleaned up those who wanted the tribe to merge with him.

Thinking of this, the old wizard's heart was on fire.

Without informing the others, the old wizard simply took a few of his guards and left the tribe with the warrior.

"That thing is weird, and I suspect that the plague in the tribe may have spread from that thing. And I suspect it has something to do with Manhattan, and if you confirm it, Wizard, I strongly urge that we go to war with Manhattan. ”

The warrior who led the old wizard and his party out of the tribe kept nagging the old wizard with a solemn expression along the way.

As an old wizard, of course, he also wanted to find an excuse against Manhattan, but as for going to war with Manhattan, he was obviously unwilling.

It would do him little good to go to war, all he was asking for now was to keep his rights.

About half an hour later, the warrior led the wizard and his party to a small depression not far from the Sioux camp.

"This is it."

The Sioux warrior pointed to the depression and said to the old wizard.

"What's that? There, how did I not see it? ”

The old wizard took a few steps forward and craned his neck to look into the depression.

However, the old wizard did not see anything in the depression.

The Sioux warrior who led the way inadvertently distanced himself from the old wizard, and at the same time said, "It's right there, you can take a closer look, I have seen it all." The old wizard, who had been trying to see what it was, and several of his guards were not aware of the anomaly of the warrior who was leading the way, and their attention was all focused on the depression.

Sou!

Sou! Whoosh!

At this moment, there was a sound of breaking the air.

Then the old wizard's neck was pierced by a thin arrow, and a stream of blood sprayed on the snow, staining it a bloody red.

The guards who followed the old wizard reacted quickly, but just as they could react, dozens of arrows slammed into their bodies, knocking them to the ground.

The Sioux warrior who had just led the way quickly jumped forward, drew the sharp dagger at his waist, and quickly slashed the guards in the throat.

Cluck!

The guards stared at the fellow in disbelief, as if they didn't understand why he was doing this.

And the old wizard who is not dead at this moment, looking at the warriors who are constantly cutting the throats of the guards, is also very puzzled. He didn't know why this Sioux warrior would do such a thing to them.

After eliminating a few guards, the Sioux warrior slowly stood up, walked over to the old wizard who could no longer speak, and looked down at him indifferently.

Ahem!

For what?

The old wizard struggled to hold back the pain and spat out a few words.

"The Sioux must be integrated into the Song Empire, only in this way can we live a better life, the Mohican people are a role model, why can't we Sioux people."

The old wizard's neck was pierced by an arrow, and an artery was broken. Because the injury was in his neck, it was very difficult for him to speak at this moment.

So, now he can only make a 'cluck' sound.

Consciousness became more and more distracted, and gradually the old wizard fell into eternal darkness.

Until death, the old wizard's eyes did not close, which shows how unwilling he was.

He never imagined that in order to merge into the Song Empire, his own people would actually kill him.

Could it be that the Song Empire was really that good?

This is a question that he can't figure out even if he dies.

The snow around them churned, and several Manhattan warriors armed with bows and arrows stood up from the ground, patted the snowflakes on their bodies and walked over.

"Nuale, you made the right choice. You also learned about our history in school, but we are all family. And the dispersion of the tribe makes us weak, and only by integrating together can we become strong. ”

A genetic warrior raised his hand and patted the Sioux warrior named Nualai on the shoulder, then comforted him.

Nualai, Sioux

A few months ago, he went to Manhattan with his father to earn a living, which turned his life upside down.

Everything in Manhattan turned his view of the world reversed.

Especially after auditing the classes of the Manhattan City School, he realized that "they" were all family.

And the various tribes they live in this land still have that distant and grand history.

The teacher was right, times are different. It is absolutely impossible for an outstretched finger to be more powerful than a fist, and the appearance of the white man proves such a truth.

The Indians of Virginia were defeated by the whites one by one because they didn't understand this truth, and they eventually became their vassals.

The tribes that did not want to become vassals were exterminated or became slaves by the whites.

Besides, Manhattan City is very powerful, so what's wrong with following a strong man.

Didn't the Mohican people just become the people of the Song Empire, so if you look at their current lives, they have changed a lot from before.

Living in a warm house, you don't have to worry about the cold wind blowing over your tent, and you don't have to worry about getting frostbitten or freezing to death in the winter.

And in the city of Manhattan, as long as you do things seriously, then you don't have to worry about starving.

In previous years, when they spent the winter, they often starved to death because of the shortage of things.

Although there are many animals in the vicinity, they wear leaky hides in winter, and the prey can't stand it before it hits people.

None of this would have happened in Manhattan.

Their clothes are warm and can withstand the cold of winter.

If you're willing to be a soldier, the city of Manhattan will give you twelve white 'stone' coins a month. These silver coins can easily feed a family of five or six people, so that they don't have to worry about food anymore.

And if you don't want to be a soldier, after becoming a Song person in Manhattan, you can do it all.

If you want to hunt, you can go hunting, and if you want to fish, you can also fish.

Of course, if you want to fish, you have to book a fishing boat first.

Even if you don't want to hunt or fish, you can go to the docks in Manhattan's East Harbor to do some labor.

In short, after becoming a Manhattan Song person, there are many more choices in life.

Nuale was one such young man, who had little interest in hunting and fishing, but was interested in carpentry.

If the Song people hadn't appeared, maybe he would have grown up to be a Sioux hunter like his father. Then find a wife, go out to hunt every day, and then live a muddy life year after year.

He doesn't want that, he wants to choose his life.

But there is a premise for this, and that premise is to become a Song person.

Only then will he be able to enter the shipyard and become an apprentice there.

To learn the carpentry technique that he loved so much.

There are many other young people in Manhattan who think the same way as him, and they all come from different tribes.

After living in Manhattan for a few months, these young people immediately fell in love with life in the city of Manhattan.

With such an experience, thinking about the monotony after returning to the tribe is really unbearable for them.

"I'm doing this for the good of the people, and after becoming a Song person, we can live a more selective life. Instead of continuing to live such a meaningless rìzi, we want to live a more jīng color. ”

Nuale used a phrase he had heard from his teacher when he was in the audience.

Teachers in Manhattan always have a lot to think about when they give lectures.

And these words often hit the hearts of these young people and touch them fiercely.

Not only Indian teenagers like them, but even some white-skinned children from Virginia will feel the same way as them.

Of course, Nualai despised the white skins.

Because the teachers who said this were 'Indians', and they were people of the same clan and blood in history.

"What you do will be proven in the future, and your people will live happily ever after what you do." The Gene Man warrior looked at Nualai very seriously. "But now that your mission is complete, all you have to do now is go back and recover your life, then get your citizenship card, and then read a book to learn something. Wait until two years later, and you can go to the shipyard. ”

Upon hearing this, a happy smile broke out on Nuale's face.

That's exactly what he wanted to hear. (To be continued.)