Wind Rises in North America 1625

Chapter 30 Plot
When Li Liang and others led the five injured Indians back to the camp, they immediately found Political Commissar Li Xianqing and reported their experience in the forest.

"Are our people safe?" After listening to the report, Li Xianqing looked up and down at Li Liang and asked with concern.

"No one was hurt," Li Liang said, shaking his head. "When the Indians tried to attack us, we fired a shot, killing one on the spot. The rest immediately turned and fled. It was obvious that they had never seen the power of a musket before, and they were probably frightened by the loud noise and its lethality."

"Oh, that's good." Li Xianqing felt a little relieved.

At this moment, any minor injury may cost someone's life. Every person here is extremely precious and must not be easily harmed.

Alas, I don’t know whether the captain and his crew’s operations in Mexico are going smoothly. I hope nothing goes wrong!

"Commissar, on the way back, we had a brief 'conversation' with those injured Indians. We suspect they were attacked by a large tribe, and except for a few of them who managed to escape, all the other members are under their control."

"A large tribe?" Li Xianqing was immediately interested. "How big is the tribe? How many people are there? What weapons do they have?"

Li Liang scratched his head awkwardly. "Political Commissar, how could we possibly understand Indian language? We got this information by guessing based on the gestures of those injured Indians. ...Besides, Indians can't count!"

"That's right!" Li Xianqing smiled, patted his shoulder, and said, "Then tell me, after this large Indian tribe that appeared out of nowhere and attacked one of our neighbors, will they come here to take advantage of us next?"

"That shouldn't be the case, right?" Li Liang said. "We just fired a shot and scared them away. Afterwards, they must have known how powerful we were through the Indians they captured, so they probably didn't dare to come and provoke us."

"Oh, that's a pity." Li Xianqing showed a hint of disappointment on his face.

"The Commissar wants to subjugate this large tribe?"

"Yes, I have harbored the idea of ​​conquering this large tribe." Li Xianqing nodded and said, "Previously, due to a shortage of supplies, we didn't dare to rashly conquer the two nearby Indian tribes, leaving them to fend for themselves. However, after the captain and his crew return with some supplies from Mexico, they will surely greatly increase our existing reserves."

"That way, we might be able to support more people. After all, whether it's farming, logging, infrastructure development, or even forming a self-defense force (cannon fodder), we'll need a lot of manpower. Even if the Indians are dumb, they can still do some simple and crude work."

"In fact, the young, middle-aged, and elderly Indians are fine; no matter how much they are domesticated, they can never become our own people. But their descendants are different. Through long-term subtle influence and continuous education, they can be transformed into our core base. Human society, no matter how exclusive it is, ultimately tends to pursue beautiful things. Our job is to use our advanced and powerful civilization to assimilate more Indian children into our Han people, thereby strengthening our strength."

After hearing this, Li Liang nodded repeatedly in agreement.

With just over fifty time travelers, no matter how powerful their magical powers were, it would be impossible for them to establish a stable "base" in a short period of time, let alone expand outward.

So, in order to quickly expand their own strength, conquering and assimilating the local Indians became something they had to do.

Although there are only a few Indians on Qiming Island, there are at least thousands of them.

If this can be integrated a little bit, it may be useful to me.

The vast Americas were conquered by just a few hundred Spaniards and turned into their colonial territory. It doesn't make sense that we, the time travelers from the 21st century, are worse than the 17th century bumpkins?
"Also, after this large, emerging tribe swallows up our two neighboring Indian tribes, will it become a real threat to us? We need to plan ahead and absolutely not let them get too big. Otherwise, farming, hunting, and fishing will all require constant vigilance against them causing trouble. That would be incredibly time-consuming!"

"Political Commissar, the two small Indian tribes near us each have a population of around forty or fifty people. This sudden, large tribe was able to easily defeat them, so their numbers must be significant. We must have at least fifty warriors, and perhaps even more. If we proactively attack them, conquer them, and prevent them from fleeing, we'll probably have to send out all our forces."

In this case, the family will be left with nothing!

"How did Pizarro destroy the Inca Empire?"

"It seems like a trick." Li Liang thought for a moment and said, "Pizarro led less than two hundred men to attack the Inca Empire, and then used trickery to get the Inca king to negotiate. As a result, the Spanish captured the king and destroyed this ancient civilization in one fell swoop."

"Then can we also learn the tactics of this Spanish colonial leader?" Li Xianqing said thoughtfully, "It is said that Indians are easy to deceive. I don't know if it is true or not."

"..." Li Liang immediately understood what the political commissar meant. "Indians should be relatively... simple and honest."

Well, since they are relatively simple, they should be easy to deceive. In the past, Indians were often deceived and massacred by those European colonists.

"You're overthinking it." Li Xianqing smiled and said, "We must follow the right path now. We must use gentle and tactful means to recruit them for our own use. Because every person here is an extremely valuable resource and cannot be wasted!"
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Wei Zhonglong was breathing heavily and staring at the stupid Indian with great anger. He wished he could use a knife to pry open his head and then rearrange his brain cells so that he could understand his arrangements.

Damn, this is so stupid. I've been talking so much that my mouth is dry. But this Indian who looks smart is still looking at me with his silly and cute eyes.

Damn, when you are hungry and want to eat something, you are so smart. Just make a rice-scraping motion with your hands and you will understand immediately.

I asked you to be an envoy and trick the leader of that big tribe into coming for "negotiations", but why can't you "understand" me no matter what?

"Red Nose, I'm telling you again. If you still don't understand, don't blame me for being rude to you. I'll strip you naked and throw you into the snow to wake you up." Wei Zhonglong took a deep breath, gently patted the Indian's head, looked into his extremely clear eyes, and said fiercely.

Indians have no surnames, let alone names. The so-called "names" they are usually called are just common things in daily life, such as "white cloud", "wolf head", "small river", "stone", etc., and some are obviously physical characteristics of their own, such as "big feet", "red nose", "big mouth", or "small ears", etc.

Moreover, after they become adults, they can change their names frequently. If they don't like a name anymore, they will give themselves another one. According to their Indian pronunciation, the names are very strange and long, making it extremely difficult to confirm their identities.

Wei Zhonglong gave this Indian this name because his nose was frozen red.

"Look, this is the indigenous tribe that attacked you..." As he said that, Wei Zhonglong placed a few broken bricks on the ground.

"Then this is our Shixing Fort..." He moved a few broken bricks to the other side.

“Now, you need to invite their tribal leader to come to us for negotiations…” He picked out a slightly larger piece of broken bricks from the initial pile, and then took it to another pile of broken bricks.

"You, as our messenger, go to this tribe and carry out this mission..." He pointed at the other party, then made a walking gesture with two fingers, and then pointed at the pile of broken bricks.

"Yours, understand?"

After finishing his "speech" with gestures, Wei Zhonglong looked at the Indian whom he called "Red Nose" with great anticipation.

Damn it, now you should understand!
"Red Nose" looked down at the two piles of broken bricks on the ground, then looked up at Wei Zhonglong, blinked hard, thought seriously for a while, and then nodded heavily.

He stood up with a tragic expression on his face. He was talking incoherently and gesturing with his hands, as if he wanted something.

"What does he mean?" Wei Zhonglong turned his head and looked at his companions who were laughing non-stop, and asked in confusion.

"He wants to ask you for the knife."

"Yes, I know. He wants to ask me for a weapon to defend himself. ... But he's so excited. What does he want to do?"

"He thinks you're trying to persuade him to go back and seek revenge on that Indian tribe! Haha..."

"Oh my god!" Wei Zhonglong was immediately enraged. He kicked the passionate Indian to the ground with a flying kick. "He's just a pig. After all this teaching, he should know what to do, right?"

"Haha..." Everyone laughed.

The Indian who was kicked to the ground stared blankly at the furious Wei Zhonglong, then turned his head to look at the crowd who were laughing non-stop. He didn't understand why he suddenly made them unhappy, and a very puzzled expression appeared on his face.

"If all else fails, I'll just go out and defeat those Indians alone!"

(End of this chapter)