1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 137 [Apache Americans]

On a rainy day, he couldn't help frowning: "Why do I feel that this sentence sounds familiar?"

The horse whistle didn't explain, but changed the subject: "Of course, you can use it to explore the vicinity if you have nothing to do. Maybe... you can find gold mines or meteorites, right?"

For a long time, North American Indians were the standard stone society.But the standard stone society does not mean that there is no metal at all, at least there is still a little meteorite.

Meteorite, which fell from the sky, is one of the earliest metals mastered by humans, and it is older than bronze.

Like most ancient civilizations, Indians regard meteorite as a noble and even magical metal, which is no cheaper than gold.

……

The Mexican-American War continued.Thousands of miles away from Kansas, the battle in south-central Mexico has intensified, with tens of thousands of armies from the two countries confronting each other.

In contrast, in the northwest of Mexico, or the southwestern part of the North American continent, the war has basically ended.

To be precise, the frontal war is over.As for the non-frontal war, it has intensified instead. In general, it is actually similar to the situation in southern Mexico.

With the change of sovereignty, guerrilla warfare and security warfare spread like wildfire, especially the guerrilla led by Chavez, which shuttled around and grew stronger and stronger.

There are many mountains in northern Mexico, which is the best terrain for guerrilla warfare. Guerrilla tactics can be said to be like ducks in water here.It is conceivable that a guerrilla with excellent weapons and high tactical level will cause much trouble to the US military.

In addition to sporadic fighting between Americans and Mexicans, Indians also appeared in various conflicts.

As the largest Indian settlement in western North America, Sleeping Bear City was inevitably affected.

Of course, Sleeping Bear City will not take the initiative to cause trouble, it is the trouble that came to find it.

"Great Chief, there are a few foreign Navajos who want to see you." The soldier reported.

"What do you want me to do?" Ma Wiao asked casually as he buried himself in his writing.

The soldier said, "They said they wanted to seek help from Sleeping Bear City."

The horse whistle thought for a while: "Let them in."

After a while, under the leadership of the soldiers, a Navajo young man in his 20s entered the chief hall with a bitter expression on his face.

"You son of the sky, you must be the master for us!" The Navajo knelt on the ground and said in an exaggerated tone.

Ma Shao finished writing a line, and then closed the manuscript—only to see "Guns, Germs, and Steel" impressively written on the cover of the manuscript, which was exactly the book he planned to write before.

At present, this book is less than half written. Although it is mainly to restore some of the contents of "Guns, Germs, and Steel" in memory, the progress is still not fast.

Mainly because he is writing the book in three languages, Apache and English together.

There is also a Chinese version, and he plans to send the Chinese version to the other side of the ocean in the future.He hopes that with the help of this classic work of historical materialism beyond the times, some people can be inspired.

Horse Whistle raised his head: "What's your name, and what difficulties did you encounter?"

As a close ethnic group of the Apaches, the Navajos still need to help as much as they can, not to mention that they still need to absorb the population.

"My name is 'Big Mouth,'" said the young Navajo, and like the name, his mouth was a bit big, especially when he complained.

Dazui continued: "The American army in Santa Fe City has kidnapped our chief, Gray Bird, noble son of the sky, please save our chief."

"Why did the American army kidnap your chief?" Horse Whistle asked first.

Dazui shook his head: "We don't know why, we didn't provoke them, we didn't even have contact with them."

Ma Shao thought for a moment: "So, did the American army attack you?"

"Yes!" Dazui nodded again and again, and said hastily, "We absolutely did not attack or contact any Americans, I swear to the Great Spirit! However, not long after those Americans occupied Santa Fe, they attacked us and kidnapped us the chief and some of his tribe."

"Everyone knows that Apache's Sky Children are benevolent and powerful, so we have come to ask for your help."

"Please!"

The horse whistle pondered for a moment: "You should know that the US military is a dangerous existence. Frankly speaking, this is beyond the capabilities of Sleeping Bear City."

Dazui was stunned: "Even you can't do anything?"

"It's not a matter of method."

"We are willing to give gifts!"

Horse Whistle shook his head: "It's not about gifts, we don't need gifts."

"what is that?"

Ma Whistle looked at Da Zui: "It's a risk. If it is to protect the citizens of our tribe, we are willing to take a high risk and even consider fighting the Americans."

After a pause, he continued: "Unfortunately, you do not belong to the Apache Plains tribe, so there is no way we would risk fighting the Americans for this."

"This..." Dazui was stunned, "Then, can we join the plain tribe now?"

"Yes." Horse Whistle said, "We welcome all aborigines to join, and those who come are Apaches."

Dazui immediately said: "Very well, we are willing to join the plain tribe."

Horse whistle nodded.

Although this is just what Dazui said alone, it doesn't seem to necessarily represent the opinions of the other clan.But for the horse whistle, this is enough.

"Tomorrow we will set off and go to Santa Fe to get in touch with the Americans," he said.

The next day, Mashao led [-] cavalrymen and a few Navajos, such as Dazui, to Santa Fe.

Now the city of Santa Fe belongs to the United States—not only the city of Santa Fe, but New Mexico, California, and even the entire southwestern part of North America have been included in the territory of the United States.

Judging from the map, the current territory of the United States is almost the same as that of later generations.

The main difference is Alaska and Oregon.In the original history, it will not take long for these two large areas to be integrated into the United States one after another.

Of course, although the United States has now acquired a large area of ​​​​Mexico, it has not yet acquired the people of Mexico.

In the face of the invaders, many Mexican people are fighting indomitably, fighting against the Americans.

Manuel Chavez, the former militia chief of Santa Fe, led his powerful guerrillas to attack large and small US military bases, forcing the US military to continuously increase its troops.

It will take years before the United States wants to get the people of Mexico.

And in a few years, in the 21st century, the United States no longer wants the Mexican people.For this reason, a famous Chuan Bao even went so far as to build the "Great Wall".

Not only that, but the Mexican people hope that the United States can get themselves.

In later generations, Ma Shao often heard this sentence: Mexicans hate the United States for annexing half of their land, and hate the United States for not swallowing the other half...

The horse sentry arrived in Santa Fe with people, and met with the US military chief who is now stationed here not long after.

This officer was also an acquaintance—Alexander Donivan.

The horse whistle remembered Colonel Donivan, who personally sold the Browning pistol on this man's waist.

And this person's politeness left him quite impressed... This seemed to be a white man without too much prejudice, at least much better than most people.

The place where the two parties met was outside the city, both on horseback.

"Colonel, long time no see." Horse Whistle greeted politely.

"Great Chief Albert, hello." Donivan said, "If you want to come to Santa Fe, this cavalry seems to be too much."

"I'm here this time to negotiate with you." Ma Whistle said, "About Chief Gray Bird."

Donivan thought for a while: "Grey Bird...is that the name of that Navajo chief?"

Ma Shao nodded: "That's right. As far as I know, you kidnapped him."

Donivan shook his head, "Then you must have been tricked by the Navajos. We didn't kidnap Gray Bird, we arrested him."

"Arrest?" Horse Whistle frowned slightly.

"Yes." Donivan paused. "I used to be a lawyer. I can't mistake the difference."

Ma Shao asked: "You said you arrested Hui Niao, so what crime did he commit?"

"Kidnapping," Donivan said, "it was they who committed the crime of kidnapping. They kidnapped twenty American citizens. As the American military, of course we have an obligation to sanction them."

Ma Shuo looked at Dazui beside him, and asked in Apache language: "He said you kidnapped twenty Americans, is that true?"

"Nonsense!" Dazui firmly denied, "We absolutely did not kidnap Americans, not a single one!"

Horse Whistle communicated with Donivan again in English: "My people say they didn't kidnap Americans."

"Your people?" Donivan was obviously surprised. "Aren't they Navajo?"

"That was before, and now they are members of the Apache Plains tribe." Horse Whistle said.

Donivan nodded slowly, thoughtfully, and said, "Well, they're your people now. Hope we can sort this out."

Then he looked at Dazui: "Navajo people, you should abide by the most basic honesty. Two months ago, you attacked a village and kidnapped [-] villagers. There are all witnesses and evidence. Do you need me to call you?" Do you only admit it to the family members of the victims?"

The horse whistle conveyed the words to Dazui.

Da Zui immediately pointed at Donivan and cursed: "Shameless Yankees, we arrested Mexicans, so what does it have to do with you! You are here to make trouble!"

"..." Ma Shao was silent for a while, not knowing how to translate.

The big mouth is still yelling.

After a while, the horse whistle signaled him to stop, and then looked at Donivan: "He thinks they're capturing Mexicans, not Americans."

Donivan smiled: "Now New Mexico belongs to the United States. The former Mexicans are now of course American citizens. They are Mexicans, but only in the past."

He pointed to Dazui and waited for a few Navajos: "Like them, they used to be Navajos, and now they are Apaches. You turned them into Apaches, I admit, then I put Mexicans become Americans, you should admit it too, right?"

The horse whistle was silent for a while: "Do people who live on this land consider themselves Americans?"

This time it was Donivan's turn to be silent for a moment, then he shrugged. "At least the few people who came to me for help said they were Americans."

The air was quiet for a while.

Donivan said: "Well, let's release each other's hostages, and the matter will be written off, what do you think?"

That's the only way things seemed to go.

The horse post persuaded several Navajos, and then agreed: "Yes, we release each other's hostages, you give us back the Apaches, and I give you the Americans back."

The two exchanged a few more words.

Donivan said: "The current Southwest is very chaotic. The rebels have annoyed us. I don't want many Indians to participate in this chaos."

"As a matter of fact, with the Indians here, General Carney wants me to be proactive. But I haven't done that yet, and I don't think it's civilized, and it's not economical — civilization and economics tend to be on the same side."

He paused before continuing: "I still consider myself a lawyer and I don't like violence... I would prefer to quell chaos by means other than warfare if I can."

"Chief Albert, I know that your tribe is a civilized tribe. Therefore, you'd better restrain the Indians in the southwest region, which is beneficial to both us and you."

"Regardless of their past grievances with Mexicans, today, there are no Mexicans here, only Americans."

The horse whistle was silent for two seconds: "I don't like violence either. But Sleeping Bear is just a tribe and a small city after all. We don't have much spare power to mediate conflicts involving the aborigines, unless you are willing to provide some cooperation."

"Of course," said Donivan. "We've had a good talk like today, haven't we?"

He also said: "I hope that the negotiations between us can resolve the Indian... well, the aborigines issue in the southwest region, so that there will be less conflict here, at least less bloodshed."

At the end of the conversation, the horse whistle suddenly said: "Colonel Donivan, what do you think of the Browning pistol?"

Donivan patted the pistol on his waist: "Very good, it is the king of guns, anyone who has used it will say so."

Ma Shao smiled slightly: "We got another shipment from the Europeans, do you want to buy some more?"

……

December.Unsurprisingly, before the official arrival of deep winter, several Indian clans flocked to Sleeping Bear City.

They need to rely on the mighty Sleeping Bear City to survive the withered winter.

Most of the clans that came to Sleeping Bear City were relatively close clans, and there was also a distant clan.

"Where are you from?" Horse Whistle asked the clan.

"We are Maidu people, from California." Said the chief of the Maidu clan who came from afar.

"California?" Hearing the whistle, he couldn't help but change his expression slightly.

(End of this chapter)