1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 108 [Navajo Holy Mountain] Subscription
Led by Laolu, Ma Shao and others came to the sacred mountain of the Navajo people, Lanzhu Mountain.

Blue Pearl Mountain is located not far southwest of Santa Fe City. In the Mexican population, this mountain is called Cyberleta, which means onion.

Lanzhu Mountain is about [-] meters high. It is winter, the mountain is covered with snow, and the mountains are mostly covered with snow and ice. The scenery is not bad.

"This is also the holy mountain of the Arkema, Hopi, Laguna, and Zuni people." The old heron looked longingly at the snow-white mountain top, "In fact, dozens of tribes regard this place as a holy place. In order to compete for this place, conflicts and even wars often broke out."

He took a deep breath: "Every time I take a deep breath here, I feel a strange aura blending 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 and continuous gully appeared in the snow, extending far away from everyone's eyes.

"This is an ancient river." The old heron explained to the horse post like a tour guide, "It is said that the blood of the twin gods of war once flowed here."

But the horse whistle gradually got impatient.

He came here just to take a look at the scenery, and the scenery here is not very outstanding, so after turning around a little, he wanted to turn around and leave.

"It's getting late, we—"

Ma Shao was about to order everyone to return, but suddenly his eyes were fixed, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

In the half-covered ice and snow in front of him, he saw a golden light.

This, is it gold?
If there is a gold mine hidden here, it is really a holy place.

Thinking of this, Ma Shuo felt a little anticipation in his heart, and immediately got off his horse, walked a few steps to the place where the golden light was, stretched out his hand, and pulled out a golden... spar from the snow.

The spar is in the form of stacked flakes, bright yellow, with a hint of green, and looks very beautiful.

The old Lu smiled and said, "Ah, Great Chief, you are worthy of being the messenger of the Great Spirit. You were able to pick up such a precious crystal when you came here for the first time."

"Tsk tsk, this spar is really beautiful!" Others also praised.

But Ma Shao's expression became weird.

He recognized the origin of the spar.

This is a uranium ore...

As a physics teacher, Ma Shao certainly knows what uranium is. In fact, he has learned 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, and it is normal to be beautiful, and the one in front of me is not the most coquettish.

The Midwest of the United States is already rich in uranium resources. Since uranium ore is found here, it is probably a uranium mine.

Mashao never expected that the holy land of the Navajo people was actually a uranium mine.

What the hell are you inhaling spiritual energy, what you are inhaling is nuclear radiation!

But it's not that scary. The radiation level of this unrefined uranium ore is very low, and unless it is carried close to the body for a long time, it will not cause any harm.

Even so, Ma Shuo didn't want to take a lump of nuclear radiation with him, so he put the ore back where it was.

"Great Chief, don't you want it?" People asked in surprise.

Ma Shao thought for a while: "I just put it here temporarily. I will come to pick it up later, and I will get it back together with the whole mountain."

The value of uranium is self-evident. If you want to develop nuclear weapons and nuclear power in the future, you must have the support of uranium mines. This is one of the necessary strategic resources for a big country.

But there is no need to worry about the horse whistle now.

One is that the technology tree is still far away, and nuclear weapons are something that is close to 100 years later; the other is that no one pays attention to uranium now.

The existence of uranium was already known.

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

In the original history, it was not until Hahn and Strassmann discovered nuclear fission in 1938 that people realized the horror of uranium, and quickly mastered this terrible power to create an atomic bomb.

So Ma Shuo didn't worry about someone robbing him of uranium mines at all, and he could wait until Apache was developed enough to occupy these uranium mines in the Midwest.

I don't know if I can build a nuclear bomb in my lifetime... Ma Shao 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, no boy has ever dreamed of building an atomic bomb.

Moreover, the late nineteenth century and early twentieth century were the years when the stars of physics were shining, and he would definitely be able to lure a few top physicists to come over as assistants.All in all, nothing stands in the way of theory.

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

The rest is a problem at the level of industrial technology. Mashao needs to start from scratch to build a modern industrial system capable of refining and enriching uranium.

In addition, there must be an airplane, otherwise, will the nuclear bomb be pulled by a horse-drawn cart?

If he could actually build nuclear weapons in his lifetime, things would be much easier.

Looking back at Lanzhu Mountain, Ma Shao couldn't help muttering: "This is indeed our holy mountain..."

……

Sleeping Bear City.

Mashao took people to Santa Fe, and on rainy days, he represented most of the affairs of the tribe. He was busy every day, and he had to update and adjust the "Spiritual Mantra" when he had a little spare time.

At noon that day, in the chief's hall, he was gnawing beef jerky on a rainy day while writing at his desk, revising a certain story in "Lingyu".

His revision process is more like an obsessive-compulsive disorder attack, every word, and even every punctuation mark must be considered.

It is his writing style that makes the expression of "Lingyu" full of beauty. Even if the content is ignored, it still exudes the charm of language.

On a rainy day, I adjusted the word order of a passage, read it again, and nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, a shaman hurried in from outside: "High Priest."

"What's the matter, Wrinkle?" Rainy Sky asked.

His face was wrinkled and wrinkled, and he looked about 50 or 30 years old, but he was actually less than [-] years old. At this time, his expression was serious and a little frightened: "High Priest, it seems, it seems, it seems... a plague has occurred in the city."

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

The plague is the most terrible memory of all Indians.

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

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

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

An unknown number of Indians died from infection with these invasive germs, which is also one of the important reasons for the sharp decline in the Indian population.

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

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

Wrinkle said: "It should be... It has been passed from person to person."

　Ask for tickets, ask for subscriptions.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)