1840Indian rebirth

Under the leadership of Lao Heron, Mashao and others came to the Navajo people's sacred mountain, Blue Pearl Mountain.

Among Mexicans, this mountain is called Seboleta, which means onion.

Lanzhu Mountain is about a thousand meters high. It is winter, and the mountain is covered with snow. Most of the surrounding mountains are covered with ice and snow, and the scenery is quite good.

"This is also the sacred mountain of the Acoma, Hopi, Laguna, and Zuni people." Old Heron looked longingly at the snow-white top of the mountain, "In fact, there are dozens of tribes who regard this place as a holy place.

In order to compete for this place, conflicts and even wars often break out."

He took a deep breath: "Every time I take a deep breath here, I feel a strange spiritual energy blending into my lungs..."

"It looks really good here." Ma Shao said casually and rode slowly down the mountain.

About half an hour passed.

A wide and stretching ravine appeared in the snow, extending far into the distance before everyone's eyes.

"This is an ancient river." The old egret explained to the horse whistle like a tour guide, "It is said that the blood of the twin gods of war once flowed here."

The horse whistle gradually became impatient.

He came here just to take a look at the scenery, and the scenery here was not outstanding, so after walking around for a while, he wanted to turn around and leave.

"It's getting late, we-"

The horse whistle was about to order everyone to return, but suddenly his eyes froze and his words stopped abruptly.

In the half-covered ice and snow in front of him, he saw a glimmer of golden light.

Could this be gold?

If there was a gold mine hidden here, it would be a holy place.

Thinking of this, Ma Shao suddenly felt a little expectant. He immediately got off his horse and walked a few steps to where the golden light was. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a golden... spar from the snow.

The crystals appear in the shape of stacked flakes, bright yellow with a hint of green, and look very beautiful.

The old egret smiled and said: "Ah, Great Chief, you are indeed the messenger of the Great Spirit. You can pick up such precious crystal stones for the first time."

"Tsk, tsk, this crystal is so beautiful!" Others also praised.

But Ma Shao's expression became strange.

He recognized the origin of this crystal stone.

This is a uranium ore...

As a physics teacher, Ma Shao certainly knew what uranium was. In fact, he had learned a lot about it, so he could recognize it as uranium ore at a glance.

In fact, it is not difficult to identify. Uranium ore is known as the rose among ores. It is normal to be beautiful. The one in front of you is not the most showy.

The Midwestern United States is already rich in uranium resources. Since uranium ore has been discovered here, it is probably a uranium mine.

Ma Shao never expected that the Navajo people's holy land was actually a uranium mine.

You even breathed in spiritual energy. What you breathed in was nuclear radiation!

But it's not that scary. The radiation level of this unrefined uranium ore is very low. Unless it is carried close to the body for a long time, it will not cause any harm.

Despite this, Ma Shao didn't want to carry around a bunch of nuclear radiation with him, so he put the ore back to its original place.

"Great Chief, don't you want it?" people asked in surprise.

The horse whistle thought for a while: "No, I just put it here temporarily. I will come back to pick it up later, and I will take it back together with the whole mountain."

The value of uranium is self-evident. If you want to develop nuclear weapons and nuclear power in the future, you must have the support of uranium mines. This is one of the necessary strategic resources for big countries.

But Ma Shao doesn't have to worry yet.

Firstly, the technology tree is still far away, and nuclear weapons are only a hundred years away; secondly, no one pays attention to uranium now.

People now know that uranium exists.

But no one knows what this element is used for. People just use it to color porcelain.

In the original history, it was not until Hahn and Strassmann discovered nuclear fission in 1938 that people realized the horror of uranium and quickly mastered this terrible power to create the atomic bomb.

Therefore, Mashao is not worried about anyone trying to snatch uranium mines from him. He can wait until Apache becomes strong enough to occupy these uranium mines in the Midwest.

I wonder if I can build a nuclear bomb in my lifetime... Ma Shao thought silently in his heart.

He is a physics major, and he has read a lot of public information on atomic bombs. After all, what boy has not dreamed of building an atomic bomb?

Moreover, the late 19th century and the early 20th century were the years when the stars of physics were shining brightly. He would definitely be able to fool several top physicists into becoming his assistants. All in all, there would be no obstacles in terms of theory.

There is no problem with the uranium mine, there is one right in front of you.

What remains is the problem of industrial technology. Mashao needs to start from scratch and build a modern industrial system capable of enriching uranium.

In addition, there must be airplanes, otherwise would the nuclear bomb be built and pulled by a horse-drawn carriage?

If he could actually build nuclear weapons in his lifetime, things would be much easier to handle.

Ma Shao looked back at Lanzhu Mountain and couldn't help but murmured: "This is indeed our holy mountain..."

…

Sleeping Bear City.

Mashao took people to Santa Fe, and on rainy days he took charge of most of the tribe's affairs. He was busy every day, and when he had some free time, he had to update and adjust the "Spiritual Oracle".

At noon that day, in the chief's hall, he was chewing beef jerky on a rainy day while writing at his desk, revising a certain story in the "Linghu".

His revision process is more like an episode of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every word and even every punctuation mark must be considered.

It is his writing style that makes the expression of "Lingyu" full of beauty. Even if the content is ignored, it still exudes the charm of language.

On a rainy day, I adjusted the word order of a paragraph, read it again, and nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, a shaman hurried in from outside: "High Priest."

"What's wrong, wrinkles?" Rainy Day asked.

His face was full of wrinkles, and he looked forty or fifty years old, but in fact he was less than thirty. At this time, his expression was so serious that he was a little frightened: "High Priest, it seems, it seems, there seems to be... a plague in the city."

"Plague!" His expression suddenly changed on the rainy day, and he stood up suddenly.

The plague is the most terrifying memory for all Indians.

The invasion of white colonists brought a large number of strange germs to this continent.

Just like the degree of civilization, various pathogens that evolved in the complex environment of Eurasia also had a similar dimensionality-reducing effect on the Native Americans.

White people not only passively infected the disease, but also actively gave items containing the disease to the Indians, allowing the plague to spread crazily in the Indian world.

Unknown how many Indians have died due to infection with these invasive pathogens, which is also one of the important reasons for the sharp decline in the Indian population.

After more than three hundred years of training, the Indians' resistance has been greatly improved, but the plague is still the most terrifying nightmare.

Rainy Day took a deep breath: "Are you sure?"

Wrinkle said: "It should be...it has been passed from person to person."