Just as Gao Liugeng and his team members tried their best to deal with the Qing army, the Kinmen Fortress, thousands of miles away, was just midnight. Ruqi, who was washing and preparing to rest, almost kicked over the washbasin when he heard a sudden word from Zhao Xin.

"What? Hold a conference and establish alliances? No... Are you going to build a united front with the Indians?!"

"Bingo! The Governor General is really smart, and he can understand it at all."

Zhao Xin smiled and finished the fun, and then explained his thoughts.

Simply put, he wanted to sign a memorandum agreement with the Aboriginal tribes in Northern California and even the Columbia River Basin through this meeting to form a alliance. This was not only to seize the entire Western California to win moral support, but also to prepare for an expedition to the Rocky Mountains next year.

You should know that there are no ready-made roads in North America from the west to the central part of this year. Nevada in the central part is desert wasteland, so if you want to go to Rocky Mountain, the shortest and fastest route is to take another time and space the "Oregon Trail" opened by Lewis and Clark Expedition.

That is, take a boat to the Columbia River, turn to the Snake River and Clearwater River (Clearwater River, referred to as the Clearwater River), and then go up the Blackfoot River by land to reach the Rocky Mountain Pass.

To put it bluntly, this expedition is to pave the way into the Missouri River Basin in the future. The expedition team's mission is not only to measure hydrology, but also to determine the location of the forts along the way. With these military forts with the nature of a supply station, Beihai Town can send immigrants to Louisiana continuously in the future.

The problem is that there are Indian tribes everywhere on this route, especially the area of ​​Blackfoot River is controlled by three tribes called the "Blackfoot Alliance". If you want to build a fortress there, you must have a good relationship with the other party.

Zhao Xin’s idea was not to be whimsical, but because the trading market outside the fortress had been operating for several months and had become more and more famous. Even Nevada tribes came to trade with bison leather and horses.

Signing such an agreement with the Indian tribe is to cooperate, help and benefit each other, but in fact it has set rules. If anyone dares to be disobedient, let him deeply understand the "filial sons are born under the stick, and good people are born under the yellow jingle."

"Boss Zhao, we don't bring such a person. We have to find a stall for me before leaving. Do you think I'm not busy enough?"

"You can't say that. Is it necessary for the development of the revolutionary situation?" Zhao Xin took out a cigarette while speaking, took out one and threw it at Ruqi.

The latter stretched out his hands to catch it, but did not click it immediately, but clamped it on his ear, rolled his eyes and said, "This is not called Chief Dudu rowing across the strait, but to convene dozens of tribes for a meeting! Do you know? The language they speak is not the same, it is a matter of talking to a chicken and a duck, and it is a life-threatening person!"

"Don't be impatient for a moment, don't be impatient for a moment. Listen to me finish my words."

Zhao Xin waited for Ruchi to wipe his feet, and the orderly soldiers helped to take the water away and poured it out the door. Then he asked: "Do you think there is still time to go next spring? What kind of virtue does the Spanish leave? The Indians in the market have seen it. The ironwork should be hot while it is hot, and it will be useless if it is over."

Well, although Kinmen Fort has reached an agreement with the New Spain province on the return of prisoners of war, and the province has also pinched its nose to recognize the Chinese occupation of Kinmen, both sides know that the truce is only temporary.

The Spaniards would not accept the loss of Upper California, and Zhao Xin and Ruchi were not satisfied with the current situation. This is where they go, and what they want is the entire Central Valley.

In Asia, the Northern Navy's eyes are always staring at Manila, and sooner or later there will be a big battle with the Spaniards.

Ruqi and the officers of the Overseas Corps have formulated a combat plan for next year and have obtained Zhao Xin's approval. The launch time is scheduled for early March next year.

The entire operation first captured Monterrey, the capital of California, with lightning speed, and then went south to seize Spain's largest military fortress in California, the Royal Fortress of San Diego. At the same time, the Franciscan missionary mission was destroyed at the remaining 11 missionary sites in Upper California, without leaving any one.

Of course, the prerequisite for achieving this military operation must be the cooperation of the navy. Whether it is Monterrey or San Diego, it is a harbor city, and it is much faster to take the sea than by land.

"You don't have time next year, and it's too late to delay until the second half of the year, so after thinking about it, this winter is the most suitable. Intelligence investigation, political preparation, we can't do it alone, and we must form an alliance with the indigenous people. As the saying goes, what is a united front..."

Before Zhao Xin could finish his words, Ruqi replied quickly: "There are many friends and few enemies."

"That's right!" Because it's too far away from Ruqi, Zhao Xin, who likes to pat others' thighs, suddenly felt like "drawing his sword and looking around and looking at him in a daze."

"There is one more thing. In twenty years, the Tambora volcano on Java Island will erupt, and there will be no summer years! There is a famine all over the world, and food is not harvested. My solution is to save enough food on the Sanjiang Plain, Xinjiang, and the Central Valley. These three places have accumulated enough food, so we don't have enough time."

Ruqi took the calculator on the table and muttered, "Suppose the population is 300 million... Each person's daily rations are calculated as one and a half pounds... Well, it costs 164.25 billion pounds a year... It's so deadly!"

"More than that, you have to count 400 million people. I remember that the data said that the disaster in Yunnan was the worst. It had to be harvested for two years. Including Java, Malay Peninsula, Li Dynasty, island countries, Indians here, and future ally France, the food would have to be increased by 100 billion jin to be enough. 260 billion jin of grain, twenty years. Governor Lu, understand how heavy the burden on his shoulders is, right?"

"We occupy nearly half of the fertile land in the world, and then we may be enemies in the world!" Ruqi covered his forehead and sighed. He suddenly had a premonition.

Although the many science and technology brought by time travelers have not been leaked yet, who can guarantee that it will not be leaked in twenty years?

The battle of civilization sounds so bold, but only when you do it specifically, you will know how difficult it is.

This is no longer a problem of preparing one table of food and two tables of people, but rather that they have to dominate the meal by themselves, and the others are waiting to share the remaining soup, so no one is in a hurry!

Thinking of this, he frowned, took a cigarette from his ear, lit it, and said, "I understand everything. However, it may be difficult for the chiefs of more than 40 tribes to come to Kinmen all the way, and not to show some earth-shaking benefits."

"Each company gives a ton of rod noodles and opens the musket trade, which is earth-shaking, right? Isn't there still hundreds of flintlock guns in the warehouse? Each company gives away five for free first."

Ruchi said in surprise: "One ton! Is it a little too much?"

Zhao Xin smiled and said, "Do you know how much American corn is sold for us?"

"How many?"

"A per bushel of $4.88, 18 cents per kilogram, and a ton is only $180. Forty tribes have gathered in total less than $10,000."

Ruqi was amazed at the price and then asked: "It's so cheap, it's not GMO, right?"

"There is no big problem. Americans eat it themselves. If it is non-GMO, then buying Mexican ones is not expensive. A ton is only more than 200 US dollars."

"Then you should buy Mexico. If these indigenous people have something wrong with eating, it will become a good intention to do something bad."

"No problem. My Governor."

Speaking of this, Ruqi, who had originally planned to take a shower and sleep, was no longer sleepy. He asked the orderly soldiers next door to make a pot of tea, intending to talk to Zhao Xin about the preparation meeting one by one.

Zhao Xin had no choice but to bury the pit he dug himself, who asked him to raise this topic in the middle of the night? Besides, he didn't have much time left in Kinmen, and he had to go to Ryukyu in another time and space to "touch the warships"? That's a big deal!

Ruchi first listed the indigenous tribes he planned to invite in his notepad, including more than 40 tribes including Coast Miwak, Plain Miwak, Oron, Tongwa, Wentu, Pomo, Wabo, Tolova, Yurok, Shastan, Karuk, Chilula, Vilkut, Chimarico, Vijot, Sishashoni, Costano, Winton, Maidu, Yokutz, and Chissi.

The reason why he could write so much was that these tribes had fixed stalls in the market outside the fortress. As the governor of the Kinmen Fortress, if he didn't even know which customer came to his doorstep, he would be a good meal.

For so many tribes, corn costs at least 50,000 tons, muskets have to be sent out for more than 200 poles, and there must be matching lead bullets and gunpowder... Ruqi is now determined to set up a gunpowder factory, and selling black gunpowder to Indians in the future is a big business. As he was writing, he suddenly felt a move in his heart, then stopped his pen, twisted his body and looked at Zhao Xin.

"What's wrong?"

"Or...you'll make a guest appearance as a god?"

"ah?"

"Let Master Ma set up an altar, and then you go up and recite a spell. In the smoke, a grain mountain will be transformed out of thin air. The effect will be very good!"

"Damn! It's not enough to be the transport captain for you, and I'm still a charlatan? What are you thinking about?"

"Don't worry! Don't the natives believe this? Didn't that Dudu always talk about the wolf god or the eagle god? And, don't you think we have a good relationship with the Miwauk people, but we are very repulsive to our medical team. I read the information and said that they all look for shamans when they see a doctor. I think it's better to take this opportunity..."

Seeing Zhao Xin pondering silently, Ruqi decided to add more fire.

"Not only do I want to compete with the Spanish for territory, but I also have to drive out the priests. If the church is demolished, there must be new faith to keep up in time, right? As long as you come with the Indians last time, it will definitely work better than the Spanish missionaries say it a hundred times! If you agree, I will call Master Ma over tomorrow morning and ask him to prepare in advance. At that time, many Indians will definitely be able to believe in Taoism, and our words will definitely work in the future."

Zhao Xin knew that what Ruqi said made sense. Yesterday evening, he went for a walk outside the castle. As he walked, he entered the Taoist temple and happened to meet Ma Benchu. During the subsequent chat, he learned about this.

In fact, the incident was heard by Master Ma from the Costano Indians. Well, although Ma Benchu ​​is not young, this old man has a very talented language. In just a few months, he has been able to chat with the Indians.

Seventeen years ago, a plague caused the Indian tribes living in the Santa Clara Valley to be destroyed. Hundreds of children died one after another. The shamans in the tribe used all herbs and prayed for all the gods, but were still helpless.

In desperation, many parents who lost their children converted to Catholicism under the instigation of missionaries, but were taken to missionary sites and became slaves who were arbitrarily exploited.

Based on the analysis of the symptoms mentioned by the narrator, Master Ma believes that the plague is likely to be the "wind and warm disease" mentioned by Ye Tianshi in "Theory of Warm and Heat".

"Wind Temperature" is the infectious pneumonia in later generations. Zhao Xin speculated that it should be a large-scale infectious disease caused by the influenza virus brought by Spanish missionaries.

The same is true of the truth. Before the missionary came, let alone the Santa Clara Valley, there was never a flu outbreak in the whole of California.

Speaking of which, Spain's colonization against California was the last large-scale expansion of the declining empire in the North American continent.

Simply put, its colonial methods are to first use armed soldiers to conduct military intimidation of local Indians, and then the Franciscan missionary group will set up missionary areas. These missionary points in the name of God are essentially mandatory religious labor camps, which will provide comprehensive control of the indigenous people from the spirit to the flesh.

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! No matter whether the indigenous people were deceived or were voluntarily baptized and converted, they have lost their freedom from then on and must participate in the labor and worship of the missionary site. If they do not come to report for a few days, the village will be searched; if they are found to have left the missionary area without permission, they will be regarded as fugitives, and the priests will organize people to round up.

In Zhao Xin's view, the impact of this method on coastal indigenous tribes is devastating.

Missionaries asked the tribes to abandon their Aboriginal territory and live in dirty, disease-torn and crowded labor camps. The large number of introduced livestock and new seed crops quickly squeezed out the prey and native plants of the Aboriginal people, the most obvious example of which was wild boars.

There were no wild boars in the American continent earlier. After the Spanish arrived, they brought domestic pigs from their homeland and Southeast Asia and brought them to various missionary areas. Since Europeans usually raise pigs for free, those domestic pigs that were out of control degenerate into wild boars with ferocious fangs in less than a year.

The fertility of this thing is amazing. It produces two litters a year, with 5 to 10 litters per year. In addition, there are not many large predators in the North American continent, which has led to a rapid growth of the population.

The favorite thing wild boars eat is oak tree seeds, but oak tree seeds are the staple food of the natives. Adult wild boars even grizzly bears and grey wolves dare not easily provoke them. The natives with only wooden sticks and flint spears can not deal with them. They can only watch the staple food they rely on for their living decrease day by day.

Another thing is the fatal epidemic. Viral pneumonia in the Santa Clara Valley is just the beginning, and the viruses will come one after another until one out of ten of them will be eliminated in California’s 200,000 Indians.

In another time and space, a measles attacked all Indian tribes from San Francisco to the central coast of Santa Barbara, killing thousands of people.

After a few decades, American fur merchants who crossed the Rocky Mountains brought malaria and smallpox to the west, causing the Indian tribes in the California Valley to die almost, hundreds of miles away, and under every tree near the water was covered with bones.

Although Mexico will become independent in another thirty years, the missionary group still controls the land. Large missionary groups like plantations occupy one-sixth of California's territory, and the Indians are still slaves.

Generally speaking, the impact and exchange of different civilizations will allow disadvantaged civilizations to develop through absorption. Such examples can be said to be everywhere in world history.

Ancient Mediterranean countries accepted the influence of Greek civilization and entered the "Hellenistic" era; the contact between the Gauls and the Saxons and Roman culture promoted the formation of European feudal system; after absorbing a large amount of Han culture, the Jurchens quickly rose and even entered the Central Plains.

However, after Indian civilization came into contact with white Christian civilization, what was staged was a historical tragedy, which disappeared and was eventually assimilated by the "Anglo civilization". It was not until the 1970s that with the rise of cultural pluralism, the cultural conquest of the Indians was the end.

"Well, instead of letting you believe in the group of beasts, exploitation and massacre by their bones and marrows, it is better to believe in us. At least we are human beings, and we will pay reasonable rewards, treat you, give you food, and prevent your flesh and blood from being separated."
Chapter completed!