November 23, 1939, was the day of the United States and Canada, the two countries of immigration, a day that commemorates the English Puritans who fled to Mars in 1620 and their first harvest after arriving here.

Throughout, however, the main thanksgiveness to the all-knowing and all-powerful "Great God" and the "Apachis" who had helped the newcomers to Plymouth in their time of hunger and cold. Soon after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the American people paid the highest respect and blessings to their great benefactors -- sending them to God!

It may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it's true!

Today, on the vast red plains of Mars, the once numerous Apache people have become a veritable "rare species". The early settlers were so disgusted with these hideous sub-races that they would rather go to great lengths to transport slaves from Africa than to live peacefully with the natives who had helped them, even in the sparse and sparse land and lack of labor.

The Apache are a subhuman-type intelligent race, similar in appearance to humans, but with long protruding eyes and a reddish-brown mane, they are genetically related to humans on Earth, and belong to the descendants of primitive humans left on Mars by ancient humans. It's a pity that the harsh living environment on Mars has limited the development of civilization in their population, and they have been left far behind by the humans on Earth.

After the founding of the United States, in order to expand its territory and to take revenge on the Apache tribe who had helped the British army in the Revolutionary War, the United States launched a bloody massacre against this race that lasted for nearly half a century. directly killed this race with a population of more than 100 million to less than 100,000.

Later, in the "Mixed Land Act", they were forced to intermarry with Indians from North America. At present, pure-blooded Apache people on Mars are extremely rare, and the number of mixed-race descendants is less than a million, making them an out-and-out "minority".

And this has made it a headache for some Americans who are looking around for purebloods.

"Elma, don't you find it ironic sometimes? Before our ancestors came to this planet, there were more than 100 million pure-blooded Apache people, and now we have a hard time finding even 10. ”

"Young master, you should complain to the founding fathers about this kind of thing."

In Plymouth Town, Massachusetts, USA, Walter, a white nobleman who had met Zhao Jian several times, was enjoying delicious roast turkey meat in a country house under his name at this time.

In a large room, in addition to himself and a group of maids, there were ten metal coffins placed against the wall, eight of which could be seen through the transparent window on the lid lying inside a reddish-brown long-haired weirdo, all pure-blooded Apache people from various "Native American reservations" in the United States at a high price.

For some special purpose, Walter was to help his family get at least 10 pure-blood Apaches. And in order to capture these "gods" who were closely protected by the tribe, his subordinates did not miss out on a killing spree in the protected areas. The local white police turned a blind eye to this, because in their view, there were no "American citizens" on the reservation, and it was naturally out of their control if something happened.

It is also because of the lack of protection in peacetime, coupled with the impact of continuous intermarriage, that in recent years, there have been fewer and fewer pure-blooded Apache people, and Walter took a little brother to reservations all over North America for more than three months, and barely got 8 "sacrifices". In the end, it took a fortune to find out that there might be a pure-blood family in Plymouth, protected by a small local tribe.

So Walter rushed here with his men and deliberately chose "Thanksgiving" to be such an ironic day as the action.

"Elma, I love this turkey specialty, especially the taste of this sauce, it's so memorable! Don't stand still, sit down and eat chicken with me! ”

“……”

Ignoring her own teasing young master, the cold-faced maid Irma silently glanced at her watch and saw that the time was almost up. At this moment, there was a sudden roar of truck engines outside, and Irma followed the sound to look out the window, only to see a convoy of several trucks driving into the courtyard. A group of armed men with loaded guns came down from the car carrying a blood-stained sack.

In a few moments, the murderous and bloody thugs came to the hall of the villa and untied the sack in front of Walter, revealing a pair of frightened Apache teenagers.

Walter looked at the two trembling "little hairy children", nodded with satisfaction, and then waved his hand twice, and the group of fierce subordinates immediately dragged the two children to the last two empty metal coffins, and then anesthetized and stuffed them.

Walter said silently in his heart as he continued to enjoy the turkey meat on his plate.

"The real 'Thanksgiving' is about to begin!" (To be continued......)

PS: This chapter is excessive!