I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 1089 Mississippi Alliance
The joy on Hasai's face gradually faded.

He looked back and saw that after months of relentless encroachment by the Americans, the Cherokee tribe's territory was almost completely emptied.

Even before the American army attacks again, more than half of his people will starve to death this winter due to a lack of arable land and pasture.

He gripped the spear in his hand, wanting to order the recapture of the tribe's land, but a single word stuck in his throat—that would be no different from sending himself to his death.

Just then, a Cherokee warrior rode up on horseback and called out to Hassai, "Two Frenchmen want to see you."

Half an hour later.

In the northernmost town of the Cherokee tribe, Hassai looked incredulously at the special envoy sent by the Governor of Louisiana and said in English, "You mean, a piece of land can be allocated to the Cherokee tribe in Arkansas?"

The envoy produced a document signed by Governor Theorac: "It is located adjacent to the Mississippi River, covering a total of 4 million acres, most of which can be used for cultivation."

Arkansas has over 2 million acres of land and previously had fewer than 1 people. This area accounts for only one-eighth of the habitable land on the west bank of the Mississippi River.

Hasai was stunned for a while before cautiously asking, "What price do we need to pay for this?"

“Uphold the basic laws of St. Louisiana and provide assistance if someone intrudes here.”

Hassa asked incredulously, "That's all?"

"Yes, that's all."

Hassai appeared very cautious: "Why would the Governor help the Cherokee?"

"To be frank, we need to deal with a common enemy—the Americans," the envoy said. "They are devouring every inch of land they can see like hungry wolves."

"But they have too many people, and we must unite all our forces to ensure our safety."

Hasai hesitated to nod for a long time.

After all, these conditions are simply too good.

The envoy seemed to have anticipated this, and produced another document: "This is an agreement that the Governor has already signed, which specifies the land that the Cherokee will receive, and that the government of St. Louis will not interfere with anything you do there."

Nearly an hour later, Hassai, as if in a dream, summoned the tribe's leaders and announced that the French had allowed them to move to the west bank of the Mississippi River.

A tribal elder immediately exclaimed, "The guide! That's the guide! Thank God!"

Yes, everything is in accordance with the prophecy again.

The guide led the Cherokee people into a new life.

Under the mystical influence of the prophecy, the Cherokee tribe completed their migration preparations with remarkable efficiency—the French even hired a large number of open wagons from the Spanish in Florida to transport the tribe's supplies. Of course, the costs were recorded and to be repaid by the Cherokees in installments later.

The following day at noon, Hasai's son and several hundred able-bodied men went ahead to Arkansas to scout the terrain, while a large number of the tribesmen set off westward in a grand procession.

Unlike the "Trail of Tears" of the historical westward migration of Native Americans, Governor Theolark had reached an agreement with the Spanish to provide supplies along the way—from Georgia to Arkansas, which was basically through Florida—so although the Cherokee tribe endured an extremely difficult journey, virtually no one died.

Two and a half months later, 8 Cherokee Indians finally set foot in their new home.

Everywhere you look, there are endless plains, large herds of bison roam leisurely on the grasslands, and occasionally you can see white-tailed deer running by in the distance.

Hasai was overjoyed; with these bison herds, the tribe would not starve this year.

A few days later, representatives from a French agricultural services consulting firm visited the Cherokee tribe, bringing construction tools and over a dozen truckloads of seeds for the "North American three-piece set" of corn, pumpkins, and beans. Hassai readily signed the loan agreement from the French Reserve Bank of St. Louis.

The money was used to buy tools and seeds. The French only charged him 10 francs for these items, with interest so low it was negligible.

He had never met a white man who treated Native Americans so equally and honestly, and he was deeply moved.

Yes, once the loan relationship is established, the Cherokee tribe will be tied to the government of Louisiana.

Two days later, the high priest of the Creek tribe alliance arrived in Arkansas to discuss with the Cherokee tribe the establishment of a parish there.

After a series of "miracles," the Cherokee have completely converted to Native American Catholicism and are therefore very supportive of the parish.

Joseph's strategy proved to be correct.

Religious methods were the most effective way to deal with the illiterate Native Americans.

Previously, the Creek and Cherokee people, who had never spoken to each other, quickly became close friends through the connection of Catholicism.

In fact, the Creek tribe had only arrived on the west bank of the Mississippi River a month earlier.

They were also attacked by the Americans and lost large swathes of Alabama territory.

Then, "God appeared," and the prophesied guide led them to Awoyal, south of Arkansas. Because of their large population, their settlement covered 160 million acres.

In the following months, as the U.S. military continued to squeeze out the southern Indian tribes, a total of 9 Muskog-speaking Indians migrated to St. Louis.

Historically, in about five years, their numbers would have been reduced to less than 30,000 due to American artillery fire.

At the same time that the Cherokee tribe migrated westward, in the Ohio region of east-central North America, several important leaders of the Northwest Indian Tribal Coalition gathered in a cabin in Toledo.

The door was pushed open, and a Miami man led in two Frenchmen.

The Alliance leader, Little Turtle, immediately stood up, bowed to the newcomer, and said in perfect English, "Welcome to the reservation, esteemed Mr. Bettina."

Bernard didn't speak English, but instead winked at the translator beside him and said, "Are you really Mr. Little Turtle?"

The translator relayed the message to the little turtle in Algonquin.

The latter paused for a moment, then switched back to the tribal language: "Of course it's me, Mr. Bettina."

“I’m so disappointed.” Bettina shook her head and gestured around. “I always thought the little turtle was a hero, but I never expected it to be so content to stay in this little cage.”

When the Native American chiefs inside the house heard the translator's words, anger appeared on their faces.

San Tui roared, "If you want to humiliate us, you can always draw your gun. I've never been afraid of white people!"

Bettina smiled. "Why don't you use your courage when you're facing Americans?"

The group of Native Americans immediately lowered their heads.

The Northwest Tribal Alliance suffered a brutal massacre at the hands of the American forces in the "Battle of the Fallen Trees," after which they were completely too afraid to resist.

(End of this chapter)