More than a dozen jeeps were speeding along the Gobi Desert at the border of Arizona and New Mexico, heading towards the Navajo Indian Reservation.
On a flat-topped mountain in the distance, an Indian ranger on guard noticed the arrival of this uninvited guest early. He shook his shoulders slightly, and the eagle on his shoulders soared into the sky, sounding a warning.
However, some people on the jeep also spotted the soaring eagle in the sky, but they did not panic about it. Looking at the soaring eagle in the sky, their eyes were even filled with nostalgia.
Because they are also Navajo Indians.
It was only because he joined the U.S. Army in World War II that he left his hometown.
Moreover, these young Indians who have joined the army are basically reluctant to return to this desolate desert.
But because they are ostracized by 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 people, and a large number of them were recruited by the military as cipher operators.
The U.S. military has recruited Indians and used their language as a code since World War I.
During World War I, a large number of Choctaws were recruited into the army.
It was also because of this factor that the Indians finally obtained citizenship rights more than ten years after the end of World War I.
Yes, it is a very ridiculous joke. The oldest nation that has lived on this land for generations has not been recognized as a citizen of the United States for more than a hundred years, but has only lived here.
The foreigners in this land did not obtain citizenship rights until 24 years ago, in 1924, and their status and treatment were far inferior to those of Heihei.
In the early days of World War II, the U.S. military used the language of the Choctaw people as a code, which had already been cracked by Jockey spies. Therefore, U.S. military telegrams were repeatedly deciphered by Jockeys, causing great losses to the U.S. military.
So soon after, the US military recruited a lot of Navajo people to replace the Choctaws, because their dialect was more complex and fewer people understood it.
This also once made the US military's telegraph code the most difficult to decipher among all countries in the world.
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It was just that with the end of World War II, after these Indian soldiers retired, they returned to their pre-war treatment - they were marginalized by mainstream society. In the city, it was difficult to find even a decent job, and they could only do some hard labor.
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As for returning to the reservation, they are unwilling to do so because they have adapted to life outside and are unwilling to go back and live a hard life.
It was under this circumstance that Aldo recruited many Indian soldiers after establishing Blackwater International.
That's right, this Jeep team is from Blackwater International, and Aldo, the general manager, is working as a co-pilot.
Therefore, there are many Indian soldiers in this convoy.
For these people, returning to the reservation is like returning home - although they don't like this home very much.
"Boss, he is the whistle hawk of the tribe!" An Indian soldier sitting in the back seat of the jeep spotted the eagle hovering in the sky and said to Aldo in the passenger seat - although he has retired, Blackwater
The International basically follows the tradition within the military, and officers prefer to sit in the passenger seat rather than in the back seat.
"I saw it... What do you think about catching a group of bald eagles to raise when we really move?" Aldo looked at the whistling eagles in the sky and suddenly asked his subordinates with his thoughts.
"Um, I don't know, boss, I don't have enough knowledge about migration, so I can't make too much judgment." After being asked such a nonsensical question by Aldo, his subordinates were a little at a loss.
"Oh, be more confident, Bresta. I told you that you have a unique talent. If you go forward a few hundred years, you will become an Indian hero, but your character must change!" Aldo glanced helplessly.
The subordinate said.
Regarding Aldo's evaluation, his subordinates just smiled and did not refute.
This subordinate named Bresta is very young, only 17 years old.
Unlike some other Indian soldiers who had joined the army, he found this young Indian on a construction site. At that time, the boy encountered a little trouble, and Aldo passed by and helped him.
Unexpectedly, the other party is actually from the same tribe as myself.
But it’s not surprising. Due to family background, Aldo was taken away from the tribe by his mother at a very young age and lived outside the tribe. He rarely returned to the tribe. After his mother passed away a few years ago, he never returned to the tribe.
Well, it was his uncle who would go back outside to see him from time to time and bring him something.
So it's normal to not be familiar with people in the clan.
It was just fate to meet each other. He saw that this young man was pleasing to his eyes and he was not doing well, so he recruited him into the black water.
As the general manager of Blackwater International, he still has this power.
And this is not considered 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 probably that I am a bit introverted.
This and Aldo perfection are two extremes.
But there is one thing that Bresta said rightly, that is, he did not study much. The educational level of Indians is extremely backward, and they cannot go to white schools. Their current horizons are still very low, so there is no question about whether the tribes should migrate.
He couldn't say anything about the matter.
"Boss, it's the patrol!" Just before speaking, the driver had slowly stopped the car.
The reason is very simple. A cavalry team of twenty or thirty people appeared in front, blocking the front of the convoy, with guns in their hands.
The traditional Indian costumes worn by these cavalrymen indicate their identity as patrols of the Navajo tribe of the Aldo mother tribe.
"I am Aldo, grandson of Quecharn!" Aldo got out of the car and shouted to the other party in native dialect.
Quecharn is the name of Aldo's grandfather, but in Indian language, grandson and grandson mean the same thing.
"The patriarch has such a grandson?" The Indians on the patrol couldn't help but look at each other when they heard this. Most of them looked very old because of their exposed living environment, but in fact they were not as old as Al, so they didn't care about him.
If you are not familiar with it, even if you knew it before, you have basically forgotten it over the years.
For a while, the atmosphere was a little awkward.
Fortunately, at this time Bresta and some other Navajo soldiers who had gone out also got out of the car.
"Uncle Cody, it's me, Bresta!" Bresta shouted to an Indian in the cavalry on the opposite side after getting out of the car.
"Bresta? Arce Morales? Are you all back?" The people in the cavalry looked at the Indian soldiers getting off the jeep one by one. They were all surprised. These people had only been out for a few years.
Both parties are close in age, which makes them more familiar than an inexplicable grandson of the patriarch.
With these people's proof, the cavalry team also believed that Aldo was really the grandson of the clan leader, so they led the convoy and continued to march towards the tribe's residence.
After another ten minutes, the convoy finally arrived at the tribe.
Such a large-scale convoy attracted people from the tribe to watch, and it was discovered that many people in the convoy were compatriots who had gone to fight a few years ago, which immediately caused a sensation in the entire tribe.
The Navajo people led by Grandpa Aldo have a large number of people, with more than 8,000 people. They are already a large tribe - in fact, all the Navajo tribes combined only have a few hundred thousand people.
Even as of 2005, the total number of Navajo people was only over 300,000.
This number ranks among the lowest among racial minorities in the United States.
It is so sad that they are obviously the earliest owners of this land, but they can only live in the most remote corner of the country with a minimum number of people.
The commotion outside the tribe also aroused the ideas of the leaders within the tribe, and soon a group of people came to the outside of the village surrounded by an old man.
"Aldo? Is that you?" A middle-aged man looked at Aldo from a distance and asked in disbelief.
This is Aldo's uncle. Because Aldo joined the army, he has not seen this nephew for many years, so he did not dare to confirm it for a while because he was far away.
"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 extremely excited when he heard Aldo's identity. He was the leader of this tribe, Aldo's grandfather Quecharn.
The old patriarch is over seventy years old, which is quite auspicious among the Indians whose average life expectancy is less than forty or fifty years old.
Compared with his uncle who occasionally went out to see Aldo in the past, Quecharn has not seen his grandson for more than ten years since Aldo's mother passed away.
Looking at the strong grandson in front of him, Quecharn seemed to see his younger self, and then he thought of his poor daughter, and he burst into tears.
Seeing his grandfather like this, Aldo was filled with emotions.
Although he left the tribe since he was a child, it was actually more of his mother's wish. In his memory, there were only a few times when he returned to the tribe when he was a child, but the people in the tribe were very good to him, and every time his grandfather would give him
Prepare delicious food, and his uncle goes out to visit him every year, so he has feelings for this tribe.
This is why he would want to promote tribal migration.
As a man of mixed race, no one knows better than him the sad plight of the Indians in this country.
Although he had to give up his original land and cross the ocean, he believed that with the help of Josie, the Indians would be able to have 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 formal citizens, receive corresponding land and the best education, so that they could escape poverty.
They will even be strongly armed to protect their own interests.
All they need to pay is loyalty.
And if nothing else, what is there in the Indian reservation? Yellow sand, Gobi, this is a natural cage.
But in Java and Sulawesi, there are beautiful tropical rainforests, fertile land, abundant game and marine resources.
No matter how you look at it, Sulawesi's natural conditions will overwhelm almost all of the desert reserves.
For Qiao Xi, this sacrifice is nothing compared to the benefits he can get from Sulawesi.
Because in this era, almost no one knew that Sulawesi contained nearly a quarter of the world's nickel resources.
In comparison, the nickel ore reserves of Xia, a large country, are less than one-seventh of Java.
As one of the most important metal materials for human industrialization, nickel ore alone is enough to satisfy the rulers of Sulawesi.
This is also one of the important fiscal revenue projects of Java in the future.
But now, all of this will belong to Josie.
Moreover, the number of Indians is too small. There are now less than one million Indians in the entire United States.
Not to mention that it is impossible for all of these people to be willing to go to Java. Even if they all did go, they would still be a very small number compared to the population of Sulawesi.
However, Qiao Xi was not worried that after being armed by him, the Indians would suffer a disadvantage when they arrived in Java.
Although they are all "indigenous", the Indians are much braver and better at fighting than the natives of Java, and they are also more diligent. Josie's dedication to them can easily be reported in other ways.
In contrast, the indigenous people in Java are as lazy as Hei Hei in terms of labor production.
There is no way, the natural resources are too rich and the land is too fertile.
Once the forest is burned, you can harvest just by scattering some seeds. Why bother working so hard to get up early and stay late?
"So...relocation?" In the patriarch's big tent, Quecharn fell into deep thought after hearing his grandson's intention.
The word migration reminded him of the days when the United States implemented a large-scale reservation system for Indians at the end of the last century, forcing them to leave their originally fertile land and migrate to this desolate land.
Famine, disease, massacres, and a large number of Indians perished during that period.
The bison herds, the main prey upon which they depended for survival, were also massacred to extinction by the Americans during that period (regional extinction, later introduced and recovered from Canada).
So when he heard the word migration, Quecharn, an old man with a lot of experience, felt his heart tremble.
Afraid.
But he also understood that the living environment of the Indians could no longer be worse than the current situation.
So the fertile islands of Java described by Aldo made Quecharn very excited.
"Aldo, it's not that I don't believe you, but this matter is related to the future of thousands of people in our tribe, or even tens of thousands of people in the entire Navajo Nation. I can't make a decision so easily, and other tribes may not listen.
My...I need to convene a meeting to talk to them. In addition, if possible, I hope to talk to your boss in person!" After being silent for an unknown length of time and smoking several bags of tobacco, Quecharn said to
This is what my grandson said.
Hearing his grandfather's words, Aldo couldn't help but frown.
Meet Josie?
The identities of the two parties are not equal.
Aldo understood very well that Josie's agreement to let the Indians live in Java was largely for his own sake and to give them a stable future. Otherwise, with the population of Indians, Austria and Germany would be able to bring them in in a matter of minutes.
Pay multiple times to replace them.
Seeing what Old Quecharn meant, he actually wanted to impose conditions in return, which was a bit confusing.
But after thinking about it for a moment, Aldo still called Josie.
If Josie gave up on 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 told the situation, Josie agreed to the meeting very simply.
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