After a while, several black men approached the town, and at the same time a group of white men came out of the town, and the white people led the horses, and the carriages were full of horses, apparently a group of merchants.

The two sides noticed each other, and the hearts of several black men seemed to rise to their throats, and they were very nervous.

However, there was no great reaction from the merchants, just a discussion.

"Look, a bunch of lowly fugitives!" A man with a cigarette in his mouth said.

Someone hurriedly reminded him: "Shhh, be quiet, if Floyd hears it, he will definitely kick you into the dung pit." ”

"Leave these blacks alone, we're businessmen...... The most important thing for us is to ship these trendy cargo pants back to St. Louis and sell them for a profit. ”

"Let's go."

The white merchant ignored a few black men, loaded the goods, and left the town on their own.

A few blacks couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and hurried into the town, and then they saw four fellow blacks dressed in decent clothes.

"You fled from the South?" Floyd noticed them and looked up and asked.

"Yes......" A black man nodded, and then his pupils shrank, but he saw Floyd suddenly pull out the revolver on his waist.

"Bang bang bang!"

With a few gunshots and a scream from behind, several black men looked back to see that the two slave hunters who were chasing them had fallen off their horses with lead bullets.

This scene made a few black people look stupid.

There is nothing unusual about the abolition of slavery, many people in the North of the United States advocate the abolition of slavery, and Canada has long abolished this system, but this does not mean that blacks and whites are equal.

It was the first time they had heard of a black man openly shooting two white men.

"What's your name and where do you come from?" Floyd asked again.

"My name is Tom Clay and I'm from Arkansas." The black man in the lead said, his gaze still resting on the corpse of the slave hunter.

Floyd smiled disapprovingly: "I'm a cop here, these two guys just pointed their guns at me, and according to the laws of Clarktown, I have a good reason to shoot them." ”

"Police...... The police? "The blacks haven't come to their senses yet, and they don't quite understand the word.

Because the United States had not yet popularized the police system at this time, the famous New York Police Department had just been established.

A small town with a police officer is definitely at the forefront of fashion.

"Enforcers, vigilantes." Freud was no stranger to this, "I would pretty much explain it to every newcomer." ”

Clay was still confused: "But why are you black?" I mean, at least I haven't heard of a black sheriff. ”

"Because this is Clark Town, there's no slavery here, nothing at all." Freud said, "So, you're free now." ”

With the rapid development of the Clark clothing company, the town of Clark gradually prospered, and new immigrants continued to move here, and of course, some black slaves who escaped here, and they also gained freedom and the right to work here.

For such a town maintained by blacks and Indians, many whites will feel confused and resistant at first.

If it weren't for the fact that Clark Clothing Company was well treated and attracted many workers, few would have been willing to come into contact with this eerie town.

But as the settlement or exchange progressed, the whites soon discovered that the law and order in the town was surprisingly good.

They had the impression that the barbaric and ignorant blacks and Indians always put the law first when enforcing the law, at least in words.

Although the actual implementation is biased, it still far exceeds their psychological expectations. In contrast to the chaos in much of the Midwest, the town of Clark presents a rare sense of stability and tranquility.

Gradually, more and more whites flowed to Clark Town, and the population of the town was close to eight hundred, counting the blacks.

After a little understanding, Clay and a few other blacks chose to stay here.

Not only did Clark abolish slavery altogether, but it also helped them find jobs so that they could adapt to life more quickly.

They believe that even if they make it all the way to Canada, they may not find a better place to do it.

But there are always a few twists and turns.

After arriving in the town, they had not even eaten a bite of food when they were approached by a middle-aged black man wearing a white shirt and jeans.

The man had two books in his hand, one of which was the Bible, and he had a kind face that appeared to be a pastor.

"Welcome to Clark Town, I'm Donald White." He introduced himself.

"Hello." Many blacks also believe in God and say politely.

White sat down and talked to Clay, shushing and greeting, sometimes thanking God or something.

But gradually, as the topic progressed, Clay realized that the guy who seemed to be a priest seemed a little ...... Particularly.

"My black brother, do you know why we have black skin?" White asked.

"Why?"

White said slowly, "Because we are Cain's descendants, this is the black mark that God carved to punish us for our misdeeds......"

Clay was dumbfounded: "I don't think I've heard of this." ”

White continued, "This is what Joseph Smith told us. We did evil in our previous life, so we became black, and if we do good in this life, we will be white in the next life. ”

"Joseph Smith?"

"Yes, our prophet." White continued, pulling out another book under the Bible.

The cover of this book reads: The Book of Mormon.

……

Sleeping Bear City.

The winter wheat harvest has been completed, and although it is coarsely planted, the land here is really fertile and the harvest is good.

The horse whistle had prepared a water mill and led his people to grind a lot of flour and make a variety of pasta, and most of the Apache people felt the joy of the harvest for the first time.

And with the end of the wheat harvest, the training of the sleeping bear militia officially began. The 600 militia will start training from the most basic formations, and eventually they will learn to use firearms and understand some basic tactics.

The weapons used by the Horse Sentinels for the militia were mainly Kentucky rifles and plain rifles, both of which were the most common rifled guns of the moment, the former slender and accurate for sniping on the battlefield, and the latter thick and fierce for hunting bison.

On this day, the horse sentry trained the militia, and it was time to rest, and the soldiers sang the military song he taught, "Unity is Strength".

Of course, compared with the original Chinese version, this Apache version of "Unity is Strength" has changed a lot, mainly the lyrics, ideas and tunes have largely unchanged.

"Unity is strength, unity is strength......"

In Ma Whistle's view, the biggest advantage of this kind of song is that it is not easy to go out of tune, and anyone can sing along.

He had never seen anyone singing this song out of tune.

At the end of the training, the garrison in Clark Town rotated back, and the chief reported to the horse whistle a piece of news that made him feel a little nervous.

"Missionary?"