The next day, the sun had just risen above the horizon. Wayne had already arrived at the river valley near Mrs. Taylor's mine. Entering the valley and reaching the entrance to the fenced area of huts, Wayne saw a small group of indigenous people getting ready, apparently preparing to go to work in the mine. When the aboriginals found out that there were outsiders at the entrance of the fence, they whispered to each other and passed the news. Soon, the aboriginal chieftain that Little Taylor had introduced to Wayne came over. The other party looked at Wayne and frowned: "I told you, this is not a place for white people like you. What do you want?" Wayne suddenly felt a little speechless. He had ridden here overnight because he thought he might have discovered the secret truth: Today, the American Federation is vigorously developing the West. In addition to the "Settlement Act" and "Home Rule Act" that attract new immigrants and free people to come and open up the land, there is actually a dark "reservation policy" to match it. As the land belonging to new immigrants and free people expands, the living space of the indigenous people who originally lived on this land will naturally be compressed.
The two groups of people were clearly divided. If we count from the time when the New World was first discovered, it is no exaggeration to say that there was a lot of blood debt between the initial immigrants from the Old World and the indigenous people of the New World. After the establishment of the American Confederation, the strong position of immigrants from the Old World in the New World was established, while the indigenous peoples were mostly still tribal and scattered, and no longer posed much of a threat to the new regime. The struggle between the two sides gradually eased. Although on the map everyone belongs to the Commonwealth of America, in reality, they all occupy their own territory and live in relative peace. Black Rock Town's overall attitude towards the indigenous people in recent years has been relatively mild, and it is basically in a state of "never interacting" with the several indigenous settlements around the town. In principle, no large-scale transactions will be conducted, but no active attacks or mergers will be launched. However, in some small towns and cities where the surrounding wastelands have been almost fully developed, land conflicts have already become acute - towns need to develop, the number of new settlers is increasing, and there is not enough land. What should be done? Aren’t there so many lands occupied by indigenous people nearby? There were only a few of them, yet they occupied such a large area. It would be better to gather them together, allocate a small piece of marginal mountainous land that no one likes to them, and then forbid them to enter and leave at will. In this way, there will be a larger area of land that can be developed, and transportation will become smoother. The "reservation policy" was gradually implemented in the shadows under this trend of thought. Large-scale firepower conflicts are no longer encouraged. Therefore, when implementing reservation policies in various places, they use various intimidation, inducement, or conspiracy. Otherwise, the indigenous people would voluntarily give up large tracts of land and move into the reservation. Is it because they are willing to do so? Wayne felt that the evil god believer hiding in the dark might be planning something similar. - Make a batch of "dirty bombs" and then blow them up in targeted areas of larger indigenous tribes to create panic. Then Black Rock Town can choose a place to implement the reservation policy. So Wayne came over at night with good intentions, just to remind these natives to pay attention. As a result, he found that the other party's attitude was actually not friendly. Then Wayne realized that
My current identity seems a bit embarrassing. From the perspective of immigrants, Assuming that someone is using "non-free people" as consumable resources to make "dirty bombs", and the conspiracy is only targeting the indigenous people, then he is simply promoting a public welfare project, and even "Wayne Constantine" may be an indirect beneficiary of this project. But from the perspective of the indigenous people, ...Stand there for nothing. Wayne was a Chinese in his previous life, and he is an American in this life. He may sympathize with the plight of the indigenous people, but he is far from "empathizing". What Wayne admires in his heart are those heroes who are willing to fight for the survival of the nation without hesitation, never give up, and even fight to the death. As for those who stop resisting after being knocked down, and just lie down and act like a weakling... Wayne would feel sorry for them and wouldn't mind providing some small help, but that was all. ——It’s not like you’re the only ones who’ve suffered. Instead of fighting back, you should think about standing up first. You can't just say that you have yellow skin and I will just support you blindly. Even if my bananas are yellower than yours, I won’t necessarily consider you one of my own. So Wayne thought about it, and finally took out the holy water bottle and handed it over: "Your name is Trums, right? As you know, I'm the sheriff of Black Rock Town. According to my investigation, I currently suspect that there are followers of the evil god who are targeting the indigenous tribes and planning unconventional attacks such as curses or plagues. The infectious diseases in the valley before might be the appetizers they served. "Dr. John from Blackstone Town is suspected to be involved. As far as I remember, you mentioned that 'the pills he gave me are useless', so I'll give you this. After you drink it, you can use it to check who has been infected. In particular, we need to focus on checking those who have been treated by Dr. John." "My name is 'Tecumseh'." The aboriginal uncle who was the chief first refuted, and then after listening to Wayne's words, he still frowned and did not reach out to take it. "How do I know? Is this another new conspiracy by you white people?" he asked. Wayne made a "tsk" sound, thought for a moment, then unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip in front of the other person. Then he capped the bottle and placed it on the fence nearby: "In short, this is a friendly reminder. As for whether you listen to it or not, I won't force you to do so. “When testing, you only need to give each person a little bit of the drink. If the body has a strong reaction, or even vomits blood, it may be that they have been infected. "If you find out the results, you can let me know through Taylor." After Wayne finished speaking, he shrugged at the aboriginal uncle and said, "Anyway, my reminder has been delivered. The rest depends on how you, the head of the tribe, decide." The aboriginal uncle still had a cold expression. However, although he showed a distrustful and skeptical attitude, he still took the spherical bottle and took a small sip. His frown deepened. "Isn't this just ordinary water? Will it work?"
Seeing that the other party chose to initially believe it, Wayne's attitude improved a little, "I guarantee that it is effective. Anyway, you think it is just ordinary water, so why not let others try it, and then we will know, right?" The aboriginal uncle screwed the bottle cap on and seemed to be still in doubt: "If I don't show any abnormalities within three days, I will consider gradually giving it to my tribesmen to try." Wayne looked at him for a moment longer, then turned and left: "Your name is Tecumseh, right? I remember that." At least dare to try it on yourself first, This guy looks okay.
