Chapter 45: The Indians' Counterattack

It was past two o'clock in the afternoon when Russell arrived at the luxurious home of the local Indian chieftain Harms.

Dressed in a snow-white shirt, a black vest, a black bow tie, a sophisticated black tuxedo, crisp black trousers, shiny black leather shoes, combing his hair forever, and holding a straight body, the professional butler hired from England had an indifferent and distant attitude, and after inviting Russell into the small living room of hospitality, he disappeared, not even a cup of coffee, as if a sloppy poor relative had come to the house, and avoided him.

Russell didn't care, he got up and looked at the lavish mansion.

The country is vast and sparsely populated, and some large estate owners even own large estates covering thousands of acres.

As the indigenous people of the Americas, the Indians have been almost slaughtered from tens of millions of people at the beginning because of their political ineffectiveness, and the remaining more than 2 million people have also been driven out of their homes and divided into nearly 600 tribes, living in more than 200 disconnected Indian reservations.

Most of these places are desolate, treacherous, barren land where birds don't poop, and it is extremely difficult to survive.

But Harms's mansion is in no way inferior to the luxury villas of ordinary wealthy Americans: the entrance is a large lawn equivalent to a football field as far as the eye can see, two half-moon-shaped swimming pools in front of the tall and majestic villa main building, several top-class luxury cars are randomly placed on the spacious parking lot, and there are rows of hired Filipino maids and Indian servants.

Such lavish residences stand in stark contrast to some of the low-rise buildings on the reservation.

Harms is a well-known Indian fighter in North America, who has played an important role in the National Tribal Presidents' Association and the National Movement of the American Indians, and has made unremitting efforts and struggles for the interests of the Indians of the whole country, and is a hero in the eyes of the majority of Indian people.

This man was highly educated, attended Harvard University, was very well-connected, and even ran for the state legislature, and became a member of the state legislature.

As an Indian chief, he has the right to legally open a casino in the reservation and not levy a federal monopoly tax on monopoly goods such as tobacco and alcohol, even if he is rich, it is completely normal, so although Russell feels uncomfortable in his heart to own such a mansion, it is completely understandable.

The vast majority of the poor and backward people often have no jobs, while a small number of people can live a drunken life, the traditional culture of the Indians is increasingly eroded, and many young people no longer know the traditional language of their tribes.

Indians may soon become a proper noun in museums and tourist destinations, and they can only be seen in movies.

Russell stood by the window and could see the manor being held at a grand drinking party, where well-dressed people were laughing and chatting as they watched the traditional Indian dance.

His eyes were as sharp as falcons, and many of his guests could clearly record their faces at a glance, his fingertips trembling slightly, and the distinct outlines were scattered by him when they were about to take shape.

It's like the scythe that death quietly sticks out and is withdrawn at the moment of harvest.

The banquet went on for a long time, and by the time the guests' cars had left the venue one by one, it was already dark.

Harms, who had come to the parlor with a full body of alcohol, did not look happy, and his face was a little gloomy.

This is a 50-year-old Indian man, with brown and slightly blackened cheeks, a shawl and a traditional hairstyle with pigtails, a suit and leather shoes, and a traditional Indian ornament on his chest...... It seems that this is indeed an interesting Indian leader.

"Young man, I thought you would be angry and walk away, and many people who come to me will think that I am too neglectful to him, and that I do not have the true friendship between the Indian brothers." Harms smoked a thick cigar in his mouth, and his expression was a little casual, but his eyes were sharp, like a glance that could pierce people's hearts.

Harms still valued the little Indian brother whom he met for the first time, and had already had some cursory communication with some Indian colleagues before his arrival, and some old shamans admired the young man, and it was said that he had some magical powers, and could make a great contribution to the cause of Indian independence.

Harms was intrigued.

Russell's performance didn't disappoint him.

This young Indian boy was dressed in traditional Indian clothes, but he did not have the timidity and anxiety of ordinary Indian boys, his face was calm, his eyes were also calm, and every word that came out of his mouth seemed to be full of weight.

"Mr. Harms, in the encirclement and strangulation of the Americans, we Indians have declined enough, and many people have had to make changes, otherwise it is not enough to make a living, I can understand this."

Harms nodded silently, "yes, you're not wrong at all. I had to deal with them in order to keep a small profit, and even then they coveted my casino, ready to put their claws in and snatch our last loaf of bread. The survival of every Indian is difficult and precarious, and we don't know when these Americans will take our scalp to receive the bounty. Your name is Russell, young man, isn't it, what's the matter with me? ”

"It is said that the leader of Hams is going to unilaterally withdraw from the treaty on behalf of the Indian tribal leaders in North Mi, make a declaration of independence, and establish the Dacko Indian State, I wonder if there is such a thing?" Russell looked at Harms with a solemn look in his eyes.

"Does everyone already know about this?" Harms was stunned for a moment, looking a little incredulous, and a little sad and asked, "How do you know?" ”

"Don't ask me how I know." Russell shook his head, "Not only did I know that you were going to establish the Dakko Indian, but I also knew that you were going to announce it to the outside world on December 20th. ”

"Well, it doesn't matter where you got this news from, whether it's a well-spoken tribal leader or a Mi official who is in charge of monitoring our people, it doesn't matter, let's say, what are you looking for me? It doesn't always mean to celebrate the founding of the Dakota Nation, right? Harms asked impatiently, looking a little restless.

"Don't worry, man, I'm an Indian too!" Russell reassured, "I also want to have a day when our Indians get back on their feet, but your method can't work, we have already done this kind of thing more than thirty years ago, it's useless, we don't have our own power, except for being suppressed by the people of the United States and being seen as a joke by the international community, it will not be more meaningful!" ”

"So what are we going to do?" The muscles on Harms's face twitched in pain, "Do we watch our strength weaken day by day, our traditions are eroded day by day, and the Indians live forever in poverty and misery, like a third class of people?" ”

"Nope! We have a chance! Russell smiled with confidence, "We have our own strengths, we have our gods!" Mizhou is the rice island of our Indians! Animism is our biggest core competitiveness, the people of the United States have their high technology, we also have the core power that we are difficult to be imitated by others, as long as you listen to me, we Indians will be saved, and the revival of the Indians is not a dream! ”

"Listen to you?" Harms was stunned, "Young man, aren't you dreaming?" The Indians have never listened to the traditions of one person, so why do you make us listen to you? ”

"With the opportunity of the times has come, I feel that the energy tide of the whole earth is already brewing, there are tens of millions of Indian spirits in Mizhou are gradually awakening, the whole America is our Indians' territory, as long as we master the method, we will continue to draw strength from this land, and completely crush those hateful whites in the human race, this is the opportunity given to us by God!" Russell said with a frenzied face, and when he saw the disbelief on Harms's face and the look at the mentally ill, he knew that he couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Well, since you don't understand, I'll let you see what our power is, and why dare I let you listen to me!" A sneer appeared on the corner of Russell's mouth, and he said casually, "One of the guests you invited today is your enemy, and he wants to take possession of your casino, right?" ”

Harms nodded, "That nasty pig, his idea of beating me up in the casino is not a matter of a day or two, even if you know, it's nothing." ”

"Is that this the person?" Russell was noncommittal, his fingers tracing in the air, and a lifelike white fat man appeared in the air, like a movie frame.

This white man was sitting in the car at a gallop, eating a bag of snacks in his hand, his triangular eyes were shining, and a few hairs were sparsely growing on his head......

"Oh, oh God!" Harms stood up in surprise, pointing to the image floating in the air, and he stammered, "This, what's going on?" ”

"Look!" Russell gently raised a finger and poked it lightly into the white man's chest!

The picture ripples like water waves, and the white man should stop his gluttony, clutch his neck tightly with both hands, and disappear in the painful cough.

"Your opponent, gone!"

Russell said lightly, "This is my strength, this is the spiritual power of tens of millions of Indians in Mizhou, as long as we Indians unite and sign this God-man contract, there is hope for the Indians!" ”

A parchment scroll was laid out in front of Harms's eyes.

Next stop, Apache Indian Reservation!

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