The old heron led the horse, the whistle and the others to the sacred mountain of the Navajo people, the Blue Pearl Mountain.

Located not far southwest of Santa Fe, the mountain is called Cyberleta in Mexicans, which means onion.

Lanzhu Mountain is about 1,000 meters high, it is winter, the mountain is covered with snow, and most of the mountains are covered with ice and snow all around, and the scenery is not bad.

"It is also a sacred mountain for the Arkema, Hopi, Laguna and Zuni peoples." The old heron looked longingly at the snow-white mountain top, "In fact, there are dozens of tribes who regard this place as a sacred place. In order to fight for this place, conflicts and even wars often break out. ”

He took a deep breath: "Every time I take a deep breath here, I feel a strange aura melt into my lungs......"

"It looks really good here." The horse whistle said casually, and rode slowly down the mountain.

Another half hour or so passed.

A wide, stretching ravine appeared in the snow, stretching far away from everyone's eyes.

"It's an ancient river channel." Like a tour guide, the old heron explained to the horse, "Legend has it that the blood of the twin gods of war once flowed here. ”

The horse whistle gradually became impatient.

He had only come here to see the view, and the view here was not very remarkable, so after a little turn, he wanted to turn around and leave.

"It's getting late, we-"

The horse whistle was about to tell everyone to return, but suddenly his eyes froze, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

In the half-hidden snow in front of him, he saw a glimmer of golden light.

Is this gold?

If there's a gold mine hidden here, it's a holy place.

Thinking of this, Ma Whistle suddenly looked forward to it, immediately turned over and dismounted, walked a few steps to the golden light, stretched out his hand, and pulled out a piece of golden ...... from the snow Spar.

The spars appear as stacked flakes on top of each other, bright yellow, faintly revealing a little green, and look beautiful.

The old heron smiled and said, "Ah, Great Chief, you are worthy of being the messenger of the Great Spirit, and you can pick up such a precious spar for the first time. ”

"Tsk, this spar is so beautiful!" Others praised.

But the horse's expression became strange.

He recognized the origin of the hedrons.

This is a uranium ore......

As a physics teacher, Ma Whistle certainly knows what uranium is, in fact, he knows a lot about it, so he can recognize it as uranium ore at a glance.

In fact, it is not difficult to identify, uranium ore is known as the rose in the ore, it is normal to look good, and the piece in front of me is not the most sassy.

The Midwest of the United States is already rich in uranium resources, and since uranium ore has been found here, it is most likely a uranium mine.

Ma Whistle really never expected that the holy land of the Navajo people was actually a uranium mine.

You also inhale the aura, you inhale nuclear radiation!

But it's not that scary, this unrefined uranium ore has very low radiation levels, and it is not harmful unless it is carried close to the body for a long time.

Still, Ma Sentry didn't want to be idle and bring a lump of nuclear radiation with him, so he put the ore back in its place.

"Don't you, Great Chief?" People were surprised.

Ma Whistle thought for a moment, "No, I'm just putting it here for the time being." I'll pick it up later, and I'll get it back along with the whole mountain. ”

The value of uranium is self-evident, and if you want to develop nuclear power in the future, you must have the support of uranium mines, which is one of the necessary strategic resources of a major country.

But there is no need to rush the horse whistle now.

First, the tech tree is still far away, and nuclear weapons are a hundred years from now; The second is that no one pays attention to uranium now.

The existence of uranium is now known.

But no one knows exactly what this element is for, people just use it to color porcelain.

In the original history, it was not until 1938, when Hahn and Strassmann discovered nuclear fission, that people realized the horror of uranium, and soon mastered this terrible power and created the atomic bomb.

Therefore, Ma Whistle is not worried about anyone competing with him for uranium mines, and he can wait until the Apache is strong enough to occupy these uranium mines in the Midwest.

I don't know if I will be able to build a nuclear bomb in my lifetime...... Ma Whistle thought silently in his heart.

He is a physics major, and he has read a lot of public information about the atomic bomb, after all, what boy has never dreamed of building an atomic bomb.

And in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, when the stars of physics were shining, he was sure to be able to fool a few top physicists into coming over as assistants. All in all, there are no obstacles in the theoretical aspect.

There is no problem with uranium mines, there is one in front of you.

The rest is the technical problem of the industry, and Ma Whistle needs to build a modern industrial system capable of enriching uranium from scratch.

In addition to this, there must be airplanes, otherwise nuclear bombs will be built and pulled by horse-drawn carts?

If he could build a nuclear weapon in his lifetime, things would be much easier.

Ma Sentry looked back at Lanzhu Mountain and couldn't help muttering, "This is indeed our holy mountain......

……

Sleeping Bear City.

Ma Sentry took people to Santa Fe, and on rainy days, he acted as an agent for most of the affairs of the tribe, and he was busy every day, updating and adjusting the "Spiritual Message" when he had a little free time.

At noon that day, in the chief's hall, a rainy day was munching on beef jerky while writing at the desk, revising a story in the "Spiritual Oracle".

His revision process is more like an obsessive-compulsive episode, with every word, even every punctuation mark, being considered.

It is this way of writing that makes the expression of the "Spiritual Message" full of beauty, even if the content is ignored, it still exudes the charm of language.

Rainy day adjusted the order of a paragraph, read it again, and nodded in satisfaction.

Just then, a shaman hurried in from outside: "High priest." ”

"What's wrong, wrinkles?" Asked on a rainy day.

His face was wrinkled and wrinkled, he looked forty or fifty years old, but in fact he was not yet thirty years old, and his expression was a little frightened at this time: "High priest, it seems, it seems, it seems to have happened in the city...... Pestilence. ”

"Plague!" On a rainy day, his expression changed suddenly, and he stood up suddenly.

The plague is the most terrifying memory of all Indians.

The invasion of white colonists brought a large number of strange germs to the continent.

Just like the degree of civilization, the various germs that evolved in the complex environment of Eurasia also had a similar dimensionality reduction effect on the Native Americans.

The whites not only passively infected, but also actively gifted items with germs to the Indians, allowing the plague to spread wildly in the Indian world.

Unknown how many Indians died from these invasive germs, which is one of the important reasons for the sharp decline of the Indian population.

After more than 300 years of training, the resistance of the Indians has greatly improved, but the plague is still the most feared nightmare.

Rainy day took a deep breath: "Are you sure?" ”

Wrinkle said, "It should be...... It's been passed from person to person. ”