1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 45 [Land Dispute]

Historically, this has been fairly common.

White people bought a piece of land from a certain Indian tribe, but the Indian tribe that sold the land did not actually own the land or even did not own the land at all, and there were many Indians of other tribes living on the land.

With the help of such operations, on the one hand, the white people can provoke the relationship between the various Indian tribes, and on the other hand, they also gain a certain degree of name, claiming that the land they own is bought and that they are the legal owners of the land.

Since he is the legal owner of the land, it is naturally reasonable to expel or even slaughter the Indians living on it.

This behavior of white people is despicable, but the Indians themselves are also to blame for their short-sightedness and infighting.

Sometimes the Indians who sold the land didn't even know how to negotiate the price. They just gave them some liquor or something, and they sold the land where the neighbor lived, and then when the neighbor came to the door, there was a big fight between the two sides.

In this way, the Indian tribes entrapped each other, and finally they were wiped out by the whites, and they were all driven to the reservation.

Horse Whistle does not understand this history.

But he also knew that this situation was really troublesome, and he might have to fight a few battles.

No wonder the old bear gave him the position of chief without hesitation as soon as he returned to the clan the day before yesterday...

If it was the Mianxiong clan in the past, facing this situation, there was really no good way, maybe even no bad way.

But now, with the addition of [-] new clan members, the population of the Mianxiong clan has directly exceeded [-] people, and there are more than [-] young and middle-aged fighters, and they are equipped with a large number of sharp weapons such as revolver pistols.

This is considered a relatively large force within a radius of several hundred miles, and it is enough to resolve some land disputes.

After all, in the Midwest of the United States in 1844, the population was very sparse, and it was not possible to meet a village with a population of more than a thousand every [-] kilometers.

Not only that, the vast territory in the Midwest does not even have a formal institutional system—that is, there is no state government. This has caused the horse sentry to still be unable to confirm which state the Sleeping Bear Clan is located in in later generations of the United States.

Sparsely populated and without a state government, the Mianxiong Clan with a population of 1000 and elite armed forces has nothing to fear as long as it doesn't alarm the US federal government.

Horse Whistle thought for a moment, then said, "Let's go talk to the Comanches."

Then he summoned a hundred warriors, loaded their guns with live ammunition, rode their horses with whips, and headed straight for the Shuanglang clan.

That afternoon.

"Misunderstanding, it's just a misunderstanding!" The chief of the two wolves looked at the horse post and the hundred Apache fighters behind him in horror, and quickly defended.

The horse sentry stepped forward and said bluntly: "Don't misunderstand me, I only have one request, immediately revoke the deal you made with the white people."

"This..." The Shuanglang clan showed embarrassment.

The horse whistle continued: "As long as you revoke the deal with the white people, the Sleeping Bear Clan can help you as much as you can. If you lack horses and food, we can lend you some, so that you can at least survive this winter."

Chief Shuangwolves couldn't believe it, blinked and said, "Really? Are you really willing to help us?"

"Otherwise?" Horse Whistle pointed to the Apache soldiers behind him, "We can drive the Arapaho people back to the north without any difficulty. If I have bad intentions, why bother with you?"

The chief of the two wolves was stunned for a moment, then seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked at the horse whistle with wide eyes: "Could it be that you are the 'son of the sky'?"

"What?" Horse Whistle was puzzled, because there was an interpreter between the two of them, and he thought the interpreter had made a mistake.

"The Sky Child, the Apache war chief whom the Arapaho respect and fear, defeated the Arapaho with ease and mercifully freed all captives," added the Twin Wolf Clan translator.

"Chief, this must be the name the Arapaho people gave you!" said the mouse hunter behind the horse whistle.

"That's a great name, the sky was like a roaring father protecting his son!" other Apache fighters also commented.

The horse whistle came to his senses, remembering that when he released the Arapaho people that day, there was an astonishing thunder in the sky, which looked like a miracle.

Given that stunning sight, it's no surprise that the Arapaho call him "Son of the Sky."

But having said that, isn't this name a bit...too secondary?
"The Arapaho told you?" Whistle asked casually, remembering that the Arapaho and Comanche were nominally allies.

"Yes."

The horse whistle nodded first, and then said in a flat tone: "If the 'child of the sky' in the Arapaho population refers to the person who defeated them and released all the captives, then there should be no one else but me ...I am also the new chief of the Sleeping Bear Clan."

"It's an honor." The chief of the two wolves lowered his head slightly.

After confirming that the horse post was the son of the sky who defeated the Arapaho army, he thought that the horse post was right.

As the defeated opponents and allies of the Arapaho people, the Comanche are well aware of the strength of the Arapaho people, and the existence that can easily defeat the Arapaho people is simply beyond their imagination.

The Sleeping Bear Clan really didn't have to pretend anything, the benevolent Sky Children even freed all the Arapahos, what a little help to the poor Twin Wolf Clan.

"We're going to tell the white people to cancel this deal," Chief Twin Wolf said.

Horse Whistle added: "I mean full rescission, all land deals you've made with white people. It's a stupid business."

"That's it."

As the sky was getting dark, everyone in the Apache rested overnight at the camp of the Shuanglang clan. The chief of the Shuangwolves also prepared some barbecue and entertained the horse sentry.

"You seem to have few horses?" The horse sentry asked about the source of the two wolf clan's difficulties.

"Yeah..." Chief Shuangwolves nodded with a worried face, "We only have less than seventy horses now."

"Because of what?"

Chief Double Wolf: "A few months ago, our horses were infected with a plague for some reason and suffered heavy losses. Although the plague has passed now, we are short of horses, and we don't know if we can hunt enough horses before winter. bison."

"Oh, plague, why are there so many plagues!" He sighed again.

A large number of plagues naturally came to America with the colonists.Due to frequent and complex internal exchanges, Eurasia has a rich variety of germs, and people living in Eurasia have correspondingly developed resistance.

The Indians living in the Americas have been in a relatively closed and single environment for a long time, lacking external communication and germs acquired through domestication of animals.

As a result, when the colonists and the aborigines came into contact, the Indians reaped a large "deficit" in the exchange of germs in the Asian American continent, causing countless deaths and injuries.

After more than 300 years of training, the resistance of Indians to Eurasian pathogens has been greatly improved, but there are still some shortcomings, and plagues come from time to time.

The horse plague of the Shuanglang clan did not directly affect people, which is actually considered lucky.

(End of this chapter)