Two soldiers wearing blue Army uniforms of the US Army trotted on horses.
"Hey, Captain, does the Major mean to send us to negotiate peace? With those ignorant red lords? Are you sure he's not sending us to die? You know our Major Bagley has never been so kind. As far as I know, he
There are hundreds of Hong Fan's scalps peeled off by his own hands! Oh no, maybe dozens. Anyway, he has always enjoyed doing this. Captain, why are you going to talk to those barbarians..."
A strong man with a beard spoke incessantly in a tone that did not suit his body type.
"Shut up, Gant! For the sake of God, please stop nagging." His companion scolded impatiently, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Okay Captain, your loyal sergeant will definitely obey your order." Gant took out a piece of tobacco and put it in his mouth to chew. Less than two minutes later, he muttered vaguely: "Everyone knows the whole story.
In the company, maybe the entire 7th Cavalry Brigade, you are the only one who knows some Indian languages. Algren, the language genius, Algren, the battle hero, Algren, the famous writer... Captain, I think it is probably Major Bagley who is jealous of you.
Because of his talent, he deliberately sent us to die."
"I didn't ask you to come with me!" At this point, Algren said with a hint of apology in his tone: "Gant, no one knows whether this Indian tribe welcomes us. I'll have no problem going by myself."
Gant spit out the tobacco residue, opened his eyes and said loudly: "We are comrades-in-arms, Captain! We have been best partners since we fought those bastard rebels in the south! Don't worry, if things go wrong -" He patted
The Springfield rifle hanging immediately emphasized in a positive tone: "With this old guy, we will definitely be able to get out."
Algren smiled bitterly and shook his head: "According to the caravans coming and going, the Indian tribe we are going to this time also has guns, and there are no less than a hundred gun-wielding warriors in the tribe, so... we are still at great risk this time.
"
"Damn businessmen, they should all be hanged!" Sergeant Gant waved his fist and shouted angrily: "They actually sold guns to the Red Domain! I heard my grandfather said that when he was going to kill the Red Domain, those people
The barbarians only have weapons made of stone and bones, and now they have nothing but cannons. If not, we would have crushed this tribe with just one charge."
Algren was indifferent.
As one of the few intellectuals in the army, Algren actually has great sympathy for the Indians. If the Indians were expelled decades ago for the sake of the country and the people's living environment, now they must use all means to eliminate them.
That's downright greedy.
But as a soldier, he had to obey orders. He had participated in many wars to exterminate Indians over the years. The only thing he could do was to fight as accurately as possible to reduce the suffering of those brave soldiers.
Some buffalo hide tents and huts appeared vaguely in the valley in the distance. This was the destination of the two soldiers. However, before they could gallop forward, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the horse. They were horrified and held on to the reins tightly.
, stopped in front of that person.
Kazuyo Sorayama put the wild deer in his hand by his feet and looked at the two people on the horse intently.
He actually didn't know that there were troops stationed nearby. Meeting these two people was purely accidental. If it weren't for Sergeant Gant's loud voice, Sorayama Kazuha might not be able to sense the two of them, but now that he met them, he would
Why not stop by and ask some questions you don't get answers from among the Indian tribes?
"Damn it!" Gant yelled, and subconsciously reached for the Colt pistol at his waist. He was sure to pull out the pistol within half a second and fire a round at the enemy. This was an instinct brought about by his long career in the army.
Algren even reacted one step faster than him, but as soon as his index finger touched the trigger, he was fixed on by a forlorn and slightly cold gaze, as if he saw the endless sea of blood contained in it.
The fighting hero actually lost his mind for a moment.
"Gant, stop." Algren reacted. This is the Indian settlement. It is impossible for a single bandit killer to appear, so the most likely person in front of him is a warrior from the tribe who is out hunting. Look at the people under his feet.
The prey must have just returned from hunting, but what is strange is that the opponent is not carrying a long gun, and there is no color on his face, and the robe he is wearing is not what I remember the Indians wearing, but more like...
…
"Hello." Algren said hello in Indian language. Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he didn't care. Instead, he continued: "This warrior, we come for peace. Please take us to see your chief.
, we have no ill intentions..."
Kazuyo Sorayama was speechless looking at the white officer speaking Indian, but he still slowly said: "Who are you?"
Hearing the pure English spoken by Kazuyo Sorayama, Algren and Gant were both shocked at the same time, and looked at Kazuyo Sorayama carefully in surprise.
"Aren't you a red clan? Are you yellow-skinned?" Gant stared with big eyes, "Hey! Captain, look, a yellow-skinned pig actually appeared..." Before he could finish his words, his throat suddenly hurt sharply.
Suddenly his eyes turned white, his breath was stuck in his throat, and he fainted without hesitation.
Algren had no idea what was going on. He only felt that his eyes were blurred and Gant suddenly shut up. It wasn't until he saw his swaying comrade about to fall off his horse that he hurriedly grabbed hold of him, quickly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Sorayama Kazuyo and shouted.
He said: "Sir, raise your hands. If my companion dies, I swear on my character that you will regret being born by your mother..."
In desperation, Algren finally spoke English. However, before he finished speaking, his wrist holding the gun felt as if it was broken. Even if he tried his best, he could not prevent the gun from being easily seized by the person in front of him.
"He obviously only moved his arm! Damn it! Is it magic? Oriental wizard?" Algren couldn't help shouting in his heart. This situation completely exceeded his imagination. He was not a swordsman, and he had no idea that he would be attacked by such a person.
If a master with an average level in Kongshan Yiye comes within five feet in front of him, he will be slaughtered by him.
Kazuyo Sorayama first used the scabbard to stun the rude Gant, and then tapped Algren's wrist. To him, these were not worth mentioning.
He put the knife back into his waist again, held the pistol in his hand and stared at Algren and said coldly: "I ask, you answer. I don't like people who speak dirty words. If I hear something I don't want to hear again,
Words, you and your accomplices will be more than just in pain."
"This must not be an Indian! Who is he? Why is he here?" Algren felt dizzy as he listened to the other person's perfect English. When he saw the empty mountain standing under the horse and looking up, he just thought
He felt that he was the one being looked down upon, but his dignity as a soldier still allowed him to say firmly: "Sir, what you are doing now is to attack an Army officer of the United States of America and seize weapons. If I were you, I would return the pistol immediately.
I, I can consider not pursuing charges against you."
Seeing the stubborn look on the young officer's face in front of him, Kazuyo Sorayama was secretly amused. He had not experienced this feeling for a long time. Who dared to speak to him like this in the last world? For the sake of this freshness,
Kazuyo Sorayama plans to give it another chance.
"Listen, kid, I'm not a robber, and I'm not afraid of you, the Army of the United States of America. If you don't want to be knocked unconscious by me and tied to a horse and driven away, I'll ask, you answer, this is the last time. If I were you, I wouldn't
Choose to do stupid things.”
After hearing Kazuyo Sorayama's words and seeing that Gant was not killed, Algren suppressed the pride and anger in his heart and decided to listen to what the other party wanted to ask first. He nodded: "Sir, I don't
I guarantee that all your questions will be answered, but I will not lie to you."
"What year is it now?"
The first thing Sorayama Kazuyo asked made Algren stunned, "You should have asked this question earlier, why would you cause so much trouble?" He couldn't help complaining in his heart, but he still had no choice but to answer.
: "1868 AD."
"Something big happened."
Big things? They should be all big things in the newspapers. Why are you stopping us to ask these questions? Algren no longer wanted to complain about anything and said honestly: "General Grant is running for president and should be elected next year. Does this count?"
event?"
Seeing Kazuha Sorayama's expression asking him to continue, Algren had no choice but to continue: "That idiot in Seward spent seven million dollars to buy a piece of land with nothing but ice and snow. The Pacific Railroad is about to open to traffic. The army
We are preparing to install new rifles, but the gentlemen in Congress believe that there is no need to spend more costs after the war is over..."
Kazuyo Sorayama listened helplessly to a list of people and things that he didn't understand at all. These big things in Algren's eyes were basically useless information to him. He waved his hand: "Stop, who are you and why are you here?"
here?"
"My name is Algren, I belong to the 7th Cavalry Brigade of the U.S. Army, with the rank of captain. I have been ordered to station our company nearby to maintain local security. This time I was ordered to come and negotiate with the Indian tribes here."
"negotiation?"
"We are only responsible for protecting the safety of the caravans coming and going here. We have no intention of expelling the tribes living here. We can not invade each other, even trade with each other, and live in peace."
"How should I leave the United States by boat?" Kazuyo Sorayama still asked this question that he had thought about for a long time. He had not yet decided where to go, but leaving this strange country was the most important thing.
"If you want to go back to the Qing Dynasty, it's best to go to San Francisco, which is the largest port on the West Coast. Although it's far away from here, it's much closer than New York." Algren gave a pertinent suggestion. It seemed that he was very interested in Kongshan.
Kazuyo's identity has long been speculated.
"How long does it take to walk? To San Francisco."
Algren was a little speechless. Walking? More than two thousand kilometers. How can we walk on two legs? He shook his head: "I personally suggest not to do that. According to the marching speed, it will take at least two months."
Kazuyo Sorayama nodded indifferently, not knowing whether he accepted the opinion or was satisfied with his answer. He threw the pistol to Algren, picked up the prey, waved it briefly and disappeared from the opponent's sight.
It was only then that Gant slowly woke up and saw that he was being held in Algren's arms. He broke away with a frightened face, covered his still painful throat with one hand and made a cross with the other, shouting: "God is here."
"Come on, I think you are a devout believer, Captain, even if you are my commander, I will not sell my ass, never!"
Algren glared at Gant: "No one is interested in your stinky ass. We were almost going to see God just now!"
Only then did Gant come to his senses, and he looked around for a moment with lingering fear: "Huh? By the way, where is that yellow-skinned pig... um... yellow-skinned person? Why did I faint suddenly? Was I attacked by him?
Captain, did you kill him? Or did he escape..."
Seeing Gant returning to his chattering nature, Algren couldn't help but complain to Kazuyo Sorayama why he didn't just make this verbose guy mute!
"I order, from now on, shut up and listen to me. First of all, that weirdo asked me a few questions and then left. In addition, we have to hurry up. It is a military order to complete the negotiation task. Don't be distracted by other things before that.
Interference, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!" Gant raised his chest and raised his head, and replied in a louder voice.