The sun never sets in America

Chapter 4 Divine revelation?

An Indian tribal camp somewhere near Los Angeles--
bang—bang——
There was a sound of horse hooves, and the Indian farmers who were working in the field put down their hoes, raised their tanned faces, and looked at the horse teams galloping past in the distance.

The people riding on the horses were all Indian knights wearing coats made of animal skins on their upper bodies and coarse cloth and waist-length trousers on their lower bodies.

On the faces of each of these Indian knights.They all have tattoos similar to ancient inscriptions and animal patterns.

The tattoos are painted in a variety of colors, which looks very eye-catching. If you add in the various bright feathers on the heads of the knights.

There is no difference from the native Indians in my impression.

It's just that compared to the Indians in the Midwest who were slaughtered by the Americans, the muskets on the backs of these knights showed an essential difference.

After all, compared to those Indian compatriots in the Midwest and inland areas, the Indian tribes in the coastal areas who were the first to come into contact with civilization have much higher acceptance of new things and understanding of the outside world than those in the interior. Continental Indian tribe.

If it weren't for the common clothing, some people would believe that they are two completely different ethnic groups.

After all, the two look like the difference between primitive and modern.

Although it is an exaggeration, it is reality.

"Schiller!" On a very strong and well-fed horse in the cavalry, a man who was completely different from the knights wearing animal skins around him, wearing a coat made of calico shipped from England, said to the rider in front of him. shouted the young man on the black horse.

The man was dressed gorgeously and was surrounded by the horse team in the middle of the team. He was very closely protected. At a glance, people knew that he was a big shot.

"Matt, what's wrong?" Schiller on the black horse tightened the reins and pulled the galloping horse down. He moved very quickly and looked very skilled.

"Recently, I heard that many Indian tribes from far away have taken refuge with our Monte tribe." Matt and Schiller mentioned that many Indian tribes who have fled from the central and western regions have recently taken refuge with their Monte tribe. "This time our Monte tribe It will definitely become stronger, and even suppress other surrounding tribes in one fell swoop, so that they can no longer threaten our Monte tribe." The more Matt said, the happier he became. After all, even if they are Indian tribes, they still have fights with each other. That is to say, now because of the white Westerners, there is a lot of unity among each other. If it were put before, it would have to be a fool's errand.

"It's not that easy. If only it was that simple." After hearing Matt's sigh, Schiller shook his head and replied, "There are too many people. If nothing else, they just need to eat and drink. We have so many people." Can food feed them?" Schiller asked Matt, with a hint of helplessness on his face.

"For food, we can let them open up wasteland. There is plenty of land anyway." Matt replied to Schiller disapprovingly. In his opinion, food is grown by people. Now that there are more people, it stands to reason that the food will also increase. Many talents.

"It's not that easy." Schiller smiled disdainfully, "Even if we let them open up wasteland, farm, and feed themselves, it will all take time. During this period, what will they eat?" Schiller asked Ma Traits asked.

"What's more, don't forget, we Monte don't have much food reserves from the tribe." Schiller continued to say to Matt, "This year's annual tax is coming soon!!" Schiller then said to Matt, There was a trace of unwillingness and discomfort in his tone.

After all, give a year's harvest to those white people.

It’s hard for anyone to feel comfortable, not to mention, day after day, year after year.

No matter whether there is a famine or a good harvest, you have to pay it. It is called the obligation of citizens of the Republic of Mexico.

But what a pity, when have they Indians ever enjoyed the benefits of the so-called Mexican Republic?

In the memory of these Indians, this is not a relationship between the country and the people at all, but more like a relationship between slave owners and slaves.
Or it could simply be the oppression of small tribes by large tribes.

Very cruel, without any warmth at all.

"These damn Western white ghosts, we Indians haven't had a good day since they came." After listening to this, Matt expressed the anger welling up from the bottom of his heart at the Western colonists' oppression of them. .

"And as more of these foreign Indian tribesmen flee from the interior to California, the more dangerous it will be for us here." Schiller seemed to see the future scene of Indians fighting each other for resources and territory, and he couldn't bear it. He frowned, and a trace of struggle flashed across his face, "I think our Monte tribe had better make plans in advance." Schiller's eyes flashed with wisdom.

"Schiller?" After hearing this, Matt couldn't help but call Schiller, "What do you think is the future of our Monte tribe?" Matt asked Schiller worriedly. After describing the future status quo, he felt a little uneasy. After all, he himself, including his family, were in the Monte tribe. If the Monte tribe was finished, their family would be finished too.

That's why Matt is so concerned about the growth of the Monte tribe's strength. Apart from the fact that he is a member of the Monte tribe, the most important thing is that their family and the Monte tribe will both prosper and suffer.

No one can escape! !
"We have no choice!" Schiller said these meaningful words to Matt, and then turned his horse and ran forward.

Matt struggled a few times on his face, and then followed Schiller on horseback.
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In the Monte tribe, in a wooden room surrounded by smoke, several wizards with naked upper bodies and bone ornaments around their necks were dancing to the great god.

He was still reciting congratulations plausibly, and the faces of the senior Monte tribe members present all showed pious expressions.

After all, for these Indian tribes who have come into contact with modern Western civilization, although they have made considerable progress in life, in many aspects, there is no trace of primitive tribes at all.

It's more like a European village.

However, the custom of divination and worship of gods that has been passed down from ancient times has been difficult to change until now.

Because this is an experience that every Monte tribesman will have from birth.

Whether it is the herbs taken when one is sick, the sacred water prepared by a wizard, the sacrificial ceremony after adulthood, or various sacrificial activities in daily life.

And for adults, from novels to fairy tales.All this makes the people of the Monte tribe, whose technology is not very advanced and can only be considered slightly more advanced than the inland Indian tribes, believe it.

There are gods in this world.

God is everywhere, in heaven, in life, in labor and cultivation, and even before war, beasts must be sacrificed to pray to the gods for victory in the war.

Even if everyone has never seen God at all, it does not hinder them at all from believing in the existence of God, just like they believe in everything in this world.

boom---
As the firewood exploded in the smoke, this tedious and long ceremony officially ended.

"Master Priest, what is the future prospect of our Monte tribe?" After the ceremony, the leader of the Monte tribe, Mote, wearing a colorful feather sacrificial robe, asked with a sincere and respectful attitude.

It looks completely different from when facing ordinary tribesmen.

There was even anxiety and uneasiness that had never been shown in front of the tribesmen on his face, and there was even fear hidden underneath.

"The great God Monte foretells that an era of chaos is about to come, and God's people will suffer unprecedented pain and displacement." The priest replied to the leader of Mote with a sinking face.

"Unprecedented pain and expulsion?" When Mott heard this, he panicked, like a helpless child who couldn't get out of a maze.

"Is it possible?" Mott thought of everything that had happened recently. "Master Priest, did the great God Monte tell you how to get through this difficult time?" Mott asked the priest again anxiously.

"Everything is fate, and there is no way to change fate." The priest shook his head at Leader Mote after hearing this, with a bitter smile on his face, like a prophet who had seen the end of the world, but could not change it.

"Is there really no way, Lord Sacrifice?" Leader Mote continued to ask the Sacrifice for a solution with some reluctance.

"There's no way-"

Step-——Tap-——
Just when the priest was about to continue crushing the illusion of leader Mott, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the door, interrupting the rhythm of the priest's words and easing the current depressing atmosphere on the field.

"Master Chief, Master Sacrifice!" A middle-aged man with a thick beard walked in hurriedly outside the door. After entering, he looked at the depressing and tense atmosphere in the room with some embarrassment and the weird-looking people in the room, and then he gritted his teeth. Say hello.

"Warrior Witte, why did you come in?" Mott looked dissatisfied at Witte who interrupted the priest's answer. His tone was very stiff, which was enough to show how dissatisfied Mott was in his heart at this moment.

The so-called warrior is actually a respectful title given by the Monte tribe to people with status within the tribe.

What's more, it also represents secular power.

In the Monte tribe, ordinary people do not have such power. Whether it is leading troops to fight or governing tribesmen, only warriors and those above them can participate.

Warrior titles can be obtained in wars and through contributions to the tribe, but most are hereditary.

The Wit warriors are also one of the very few in the Monte tribe at present. They do not need to be hereditary, but are warriors who obtain titles based on their military exploits.

If it were those dandy boys who had inherited the title of warrior, Chief Mote would not be patient like this, and I am afraid he would have scolded them long ago.

"Chief." Warrior Witte first looked at Mott's slightly raised expression, and immediately knew that he had come at the wrong time, so he greeted Mott respectfully, "Outside our tribe, Lord Liujiabao Bringing a large group of people to ask for an audience." Witte told Chief Mote about the things he encountered while patrolling the outskirts of the Monte tribe, and his tone was very cautious, for fear of offending the angry Chief Mote.

"Liujiabao, Liu Yan, what are they doing here?" Chief Mote muttered to himself in confusion when he heard Liu Yan, the owner of Liujiabao, asked for an audience.

"Invite them in. After all, Liujiabao can be considered a force that is married to our Monte tribe." Leader Mote thought for a while, and then replied to Witte, "Take them to the back, I will come right away." Leader Mote then said to Witte ordered.

"Yes, Sir Chief." Warrior Wit agreed immediately, and then walked out of the room where divination and worship were conducted.

"Master Priest, I'll be back as soon as I go." Leader Mott waited for Witte to leave, then said to the priest standing beside him, and then followed him out of the house and walked towards the reception hall at the back.

Not long after the leader left, the priest and other wizards packed up the divination props and left the temporary wooden house used for divination.

boom---
After they left, the charcoal pile that had been specially consecrated and almost burned to the point of becoming coke, the charcoal known as the wood given by the gods, exploded again.

This time it was louder than the last, like the sound of a musket being pulled on the trigger.

It looked so weird in the empty wooden house with no one around.

It’s like God’s revelation has really come…

It's just light or dark, no one knows.

Maybe even the so-called god doesn't know.

After all, no one can truly control destiny, even if he is a god! !
(End of this chapter)