Chapter 194 Navajo

More than a dozen jeeps galloped down the Gobi Desert on the border between Arizona and New Mexico, heading towards the Navajo Indian Reservation.

On a flat-topped mountain in the distance, an Indian Ranger who was on a watch saw the arrival of this uninvited guest early. With a slight shake of his shoulder, the eagle on his shoulder had already soared into the sky, and issued a warning with a long cry.

However, some people in the jeep also found the eagle soaring in the sky, but they were not panicking about it. Looking at the eagle soaring in the sky, their eyes were even full of nostalgia.

Because they are also Navajo Indians.

It was only because he joined the US military in World War II that he left his hometown.

Moreover, these young Indians who joined the army were basically reluctant to return to this desolate desert.

But because of being excluded from society, it is difficult for them to find good jobs.

Therefore, after the establishment of Blackwater International, Aldo recruited a lot of Indian soldiers, especially the Navajo, and a large number of them were recruited by the military as coders.

The U.S. military has recruited Indians and used their language as a cipher since World War I.

A large number of Choctaws were recruited into the army during the First World War.

It is also because of this factor that the Indians finally obtained citizenship more than ten years after the end of the First World War.

Yes, a very ridiculous joke, the oldest nation that has lived in this land for generations, has not been recognized as a citizen of the United States at all in the past 100 years, but has only lived here. It was not until 24 years ago, that is, in 1924, that the foreigners in this land got citizenship, and their status and treatment were far inferior to those of black and black.

In the early days of World War II, the U.S. military used the language of the Choctaw people as a password, which had already been deciphered by the spies of the footpen chicken, so the telegrams of the US military were repeatedly deciphered by the footpen chicken, which brought great losses to the US military.

So soon after, the U.S. military recruited a lot of Navajos to replace the Choctaws, because their native language was more complicated and fewer people understood.

This also once made the U.S. military's telegram password the most difficult to decipher in the world.

In the last life of Josie, there was a big street production made by Wu Baige, "The Wind Whisperer" played by Cage, the king of bad movies, tells a similar story.

It's just that with the end of World War II, after these Indian soldiers were discharged, they returned to their pre-war treatment - excluded by mainstream society, and in the city, it was difficult to find even a decent job, and they could only do some coolies. .

As for returning to the reservation, they are also reluctant, because they have adapted to the life outside and are unwilling to go back to live a hard life.

It was under such circumstances that Aldo recruited a lot of Indian soldiers after establishing Blackwater International.

That's right, this Jeep team is from Blackwater International, and the general manager of Aldo is on the co-pilot.

Therefore, there are many Indian soldiers in this convoy.

For these people, returning to the reservation is like returning to their home, although they do not like this home very much.

"Boss, it's the clan's sentinel eagle!" An Indian soldier sitting in the back seat of the jeep found the eagle hovering in the sky and said to Aldo in the co-pilot seat-although he has been discharged from the military, the black water International basically follows the tradition in the army, officers prefer the co-pilot rather than the back seat.

"I saw... You said that when we really migrate, how about catching a group of bald eagles to raise?" Aldo looked at the sentry eagle in the sky, and suddenly asked his opponent with a thought.

"Uh, I don't know, Boss, I don't read much about the migration, so I can't judge too much." Asked by Aldo so nonsensically, his subordinates were a little overwhelmed.

"Oh, be more confident, Bresta, as I said, you have a unique talent. If you go forward a few hundred years, you will become an Indian hero, but your character must be changed!" Aldo glanced helplessly. Said the subordinate.

For Aldo's evaluation, his subordinates just smiled and did not refute.

This man named Bresta is very young, only 17 years old.

Unlike some other Indian soldiers who had joined the army, he found this young Indian at a construction site. At that time, the boy encountered a little trouble, and Aldo helped him as he passed by.

I didn't think that the other party actually belonged to the same tribe as myself.

But it's not surprising. Because of his origin, Aldo was taken away from the clan by his mother at a very young age, and he lived outside the clan. On the ground, it was his uncle who would go back outside to see him from time to time and bring him something.

So it is normal for people who are not familiar with the clan.

It's just that it was fate that they met. He saw that this young man was pleasing to the eye, and he didn't mix well, so he recruited him into the black water.

As the general manager of Blackwater International, he still has this right.

And he is not favoritism. After a short period of training, this little guy named Bresta has reached the recruitment standards of Blackwater International, and is even stronger than many veterans.

The only problem is that he is a bit introverted.

This and Aldo perfection are two extremes.

But there is one thing, Bresta is right, that is, he does not study much, the education level of the Indians is extremely backward, and he can't go to white schools, and his vision is still very low, so whether the tribe should migrate or not Things, he couldn't say anything.

"Boss, it's the patrol team!" Just before speaking, the driver had stopped the car slowly.

The reason is very simple. A cavalry team of 20 or 30 people appeared in front, and stopped in front of the convoy with guns in their hands.

The traditional Indian costumes worn by these cavalrymen indicate their identities, patrols of the Navajo tribe of the Aldo Mother Nation.

"I'm Aldo, the grandson of Quetzahn!" Aldo shouted to the other party in the native language when he got out of the car.

Quetchan was Grandpa Aldo's name, except that in Indian language, grandson and grandson mean the same thing.

"The patriarch has such a grandson?" The Indians on the patrol couldn't help looking at each other. Most of them looked old-fashioned because of the harsh living environment, but they were actually not that old, so they didn't care about him. Unfamiliar, even if I knew it before, I have basically forgotten it for so many years.

For a time, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Fortunately, Bresta and some other Navajo soldiers also got off the bus at this time.

"Uncle Cody, it's me, Bresta!" After getting out of the car, Bresta shouted to an Indian in the cavalry team opposite.

"Bresta? Arce? Morales? Are you all back?" The people in the cavalry team looked at the Indian soldiers who got off the jeep, and they were all surprised. These people have only been out for a few years. The two sides are similar in age, which is much more familiar than an inexplicable grandson of the patriarch.

With the proof of these people, the people in the cavalry team also believed that Aldo was really the grandson of the patriarch, so they led the team and continued to move towards the tribe's residence.

After another ten minutes, the convoy finally came to the tribe.

Such a large-scale convoy attracted the onlookers of the tribe, and it was found that many of the convoy were compatriots who went out to fight a few years ago, which immediately caused a sensation in the entire tribe.

The Navajo people led by Grandpa Aldo are not small, there are more than 8,000 people, and they already belong to a large tribe - in fact, all the Navajo tribes combined are only a hundred thousand people.

Even in 2005, the total number of Navajo people was only 300,000.

This number is the lowest among minorities in the United States.

Although he was the earliest owner of this land, he could only live in the most remote corners of the country in the smallest number. How sad.

The sensation outside the tribe also aroused the ideas of the leaders within the tribe, and soon a group of people surrounded an old man and came to the outside of the village.

"Aldo? Is that you?" A middle-aged man looked at Aldo from a distance and asked in disbelief.

This is Aldo's uncle. Because of Aldo's participation in the army, he has not seen this nephew for many years, so when he is far away, he does not dare to confirm it for a while.

"It's me, uncle, I'm back!" Aldo stepped forward and gave his uncle a big hug.

"Aldo? Is it really Aldo?" The old man next to Uncle Aldo was also very excited when he heard Aldo's identity. He was the patriarch of this tribe and Aldo's grandfather, Quetchan.

The old patriarch is in his seventies, and he is auspicious among the Indians whose average life expectancy is less than forty or fifty years old.

Compared to his uncle who occasionally went out to meet Aldo, since Aldo's mother died, Quetchan had not seen this grandson for more than ten years.

Looking at this sturdy grandson in front of him, Kui Chaen seemed to see his younger self, and then he thought of his poor daughter, and immediately burst into tears.

Seeing his grandfather like this, Aldo was filled with emotion.

Although he has left the tribe since he was a child, it is actually more of his mother's will. In his memory, he returned to the tribe very few times when he was a child, but the people in the tribe treat him well, and every time this grandfather will give him Ready to eat, his uncle goes out to see him every year, so he has feelings for this tribe.

That's why he would want to push the tribe to move.

As a half-breed, no one knew better than him the sad plight of the Indians in this country.

Although he needs to give up the original land to cross the sea, he believes that with the help of Josie, the Indians will be able to get a better life in Java.

Before he came, Josie had personally promised that as long as the Indians went to Java, they would be treated as full-fledged citizens, get the corresponding land and the best education, and let them get rid of poverty.

They will even be armed with powerful weapons to ensure their own interests.

All they need to pay is loyalty.

And if nothing else, what's on the Indian reservation? Yellow sand, Gobi, this is a natural cage.

But in Java, in Sulawesi, there are beautiful rainforests, fertile land, abundant game and marine resources.

No matter how you look at it, the natural conditions of Sulawesi are almost all desert reserves.

For Josie, this effort was nothing compared to the benefits he could get from Sulawesi.

Because in this era, almost no one knows that Sulawesi contains nearly a quarter of the world's nickel ore resources.

In contrast, the nickel ore reserves of Xiaguo, a big country, are less than one-seventh of that of Java.

As one of the most important metal materials for human industrialization, nickel ore alone is enough to support the rulers of Sulawesi.

This is also one of the important fiscal revenue projects of Java in the future.

But now, it's all Josie's.

Moreover, the number of Indians is too small, and now the number of Indians in the entire United States is less than one million.

Not to mention that it is impossible for all of these people to be willing to go to Java, even if they do all go, it is very small compared to the population of Sulawesi.

But Josie was not worried that after being armed by himself, the Indians would suffer when they arrived in Java.

Although they are all "indigenous", the Indians are much more brave and good at fighting than the natives in Java, and they are also more industrious. Josie's contribution to them can easily be reported from other aspects.

In contrast, the natives of Java are as lazy in terms of labor production as black and black.

No way, the natural resources are too rich and the land is too fertile.

As soon as the mountains and forests burn, just sow a little seed and you can reap the harvest.

"Is that so...relocated?" In the patriarch's tent, Quetchan fell into deep thought after hearing the intention of his grandson.

The word relocation reminded him of the days when the United States enforced a large-scale reservation system for Indians at the end of the last century, forcing them to leave their fertile land and move to this barren land.

Famine, disease, slaughter, and large numbers of Indians died out during that period.

The main prey herd, the bison, was also slaughtered to extinction by the Americans during that period (regional extinction, later introduced and recovered from Canada).

So when I heard the word "migration", Quetchan, an old man with a lot of experience, felt heartbroken.

I'm afraid.

But he also understands that the living environment of the Indians cannot be worse than the current situation.

Therefore, the fertile island of Java described by Aldo made Kuichan very excited.

"Aldo, it's not that I don't believe you, but this matter affects the future of thousands of people in our tribe, and even the entire Navajo tribe. I can't make a decision so easily, and other tribes may not listen. My...I need to hold a meeting to talk to them, and, if possible, I hope to talk to your boss in person!" After a few bags of tobacco, Quetchan said His grandson said so.

Hearing Grandpa's words, Aldo couldn't help frowning.

See Josie?

The identities of the two parties are not equal.

Aldo understands very well that Josie agreed to let the Indians live in Java. To a large extent, it was for his own sake and to give them a stable future. Otherwise, with the population of Indians, Austria and Germany would be able to pull them together in minutes. out several times to replace them.

Seeing what Old Kuichan meant, he still wanted to put forward conditions, which was a bit confusing.

But after thinking for a while, Aldo still called Josh.

If Josie gave up these Indians because of this, then Aldo wouldn't say much - it was his compatriots who gave up this opportunity.

What Aldo didn't expect was that as soon as he explained the situation here, Josie agreed to the meeting very simply.

After reading the big guide, I was surprised to receive the notice. I am very grateful to the editor in charge of midnight snack for the opportunity that I have won, and thank you for your continued support.

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