1840Indian rebirth

After a while, several black people approached the town, and at the same time, a group of white people walked out of the town. The white people led horses and drove the carriages. The carriages were filled to the brim. They were obviously a group of merchants.

Both sides noticed each other, and the black people's hearts seemed to be in their throats, and they were extremely nervous.

However, there was no big reaction from the merchants, just a discussion.

"Look, a bunch of lowly runaway slaves!" said a man holding a cigarette.

Someone quickly reminded him: "Hush, keep your voice down, if Freud hears it, he will definitely kick you into the cesspit."

"Don't worry about these black people, we are businessmen... The most important thing for us is to transport these fashionable overalls back to St. Louis and then sell them and make a profit."

"Let's go."

The white merchants ignored the few black people, loaded their goods, and left the town on their own.

Several black people couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief and hurried into the town. Then they saw four black compatriots wearing decent clothes.

"Did you escape from the south?" Freud noticed them and raised his head and asked.

"Yes..." A black man nodded, and then his pupils shrank, but he saw Floyd suddenly pull out the revolver from his waist.

"Bang bang bang!"

Along with several gunshots, there was a scream from behind. Several black people looked back and saw that the two slave hunters who were chasing them had been shot by lead bullets and fell off their horses.

This scene made several black people look stupid.

There is nothing unusual about the abolition of slavery. Many people in the northern United States advocate the abolition of slavery, and Canada has long abolished this system. However, this does not mean that blacks and whites are equal.

This was the first time they had heard of a black man openly shooting two white men.

"What are your names and where are you from?" Freud asked again.

"My name is Tom Clay, from Arkansas." The leading black man said, his eyes still resting on the body of the slave hunter.

Floyd smiled nonchalantly: "I am a police officer here. These two guys just pointed their guns at me. According to the laws of Clark Town, I have sufficient reason to shoot them."

"Police...police?" The black people haven't come to their senses yet, and they don't quite understand the word.

Because the police system had not yet been popularized in the United States at this time, the famous New York Police Department had just been established.

A small town actually has a police force, which is definitely at the forefront of fashion.

"Law enforcers, law enforcers." Floyd was already used to this. "I almost have to explain this to every new guy."

Clay was still confused: "But why are you black? I mean, at least I haven't heard of a black sheriff."

"Because this is Clarkstown and there is no slavery here, not even a little bit," Floyd said, "so you are free now."

With the rapid development of Clark Clothing Company, Clark Town gradually prospered, with new immigrants constantly moving here, and of course some escaped black slaves, who also gained freedom and the right to work here.

For such a town maintained by black people and Indians, many white people will be confused and resistant at first.

If Clark Clothing Company hadn't attracted many workers due to its good salary, few would be willing to come into contact with this weird town.

But as settlement or exchanges progressed, the white people soon discovered that the security situation in this town was surprisingly good.

In their impression, black people and Indians, who are barbaric and ignorant, always put the law first when enforcing the law, at least in words.

Although there were deviations in the actual execution, it still far exceeded their psychological expectations. Compared with the chaos in most areas in the Midwest, Clark Town showed rare stability and tranquility.

So gradually, more and more white people moved to Clark Town. Counting black people, the town's population was close to 800 people.

After a little understanding, Clay and several other black people chose to stay here.

Clark Town not only completely abolished slavery, but also helped them find jobs so that they could adapt to life here more quickly.

They believe that even if they go all the way to Canada, they may not find a better place than this.

But things always have twists and turns.

After arriving in the town, before they even had a bite of food, they were approached by a middle-aged black man wearing a white shirt and jeans.

This man was holding two books, one of which was the Bible. He had a kind face and seemed to be a pastor.

"Welcome to Clark Town, I am Donald White." He introduced himself.

"Hello." Many black people also believe in God and said politely.

White sat down and chatted with Clay and others, asking for help and thanking God from time to time.

But gradually, as the conversation progressed, Clay realized that this guy who seemed to be a priest seemed a little... special.

"My black brothers, do you know why we have black skin?" White asked.

"Why?"

White said slowly: "Because we are the descendants of Cain, this is the black mark carved by God to punish us for our misdeeds..."

Clay looked confused when he heard this: "I don't think I've heard of this."

White continued, minding his own business: "This is what Joseph Smith told us. We did evil in our previous lives, so we became black people, and if we do good things in this life, we will be white people in the next life."

"Joseph Smith?"

"Yes, our prophet." White continued, taking out another book under the Bible.

The cover of this book clearly says: The Book of Mormon.

…

Sleeping Bear City.

The winter wheat harvest has been completed. Although the planting was rough, the land here is really fertile and the harvest is pretty good.

Ma Shao had already prepared a water mill and led the tribe to grind a lot of flour and make various kinds of pasta. Most of the Apaches felt the joy of a good harvest for the first time.

With the end of the wheat harvest, the training of the Sleeping Bear Militia has officially begun. The six hundred militiamen will start training from the most basic formation, and eventually they will learn to use firearms and understand some basic tactics.

The weapons prepared by the horse post for the militiamen are mainly Kentucky rifles and plains rifles, which are the most common rifled guns at the moment. The former is slender and accurate, suitable for sniping on the battlefield, while the latter is thick and strong, more suitable for hunting buffalo.

On this day, Ma Shao was training the militiamen and it was time for a break. The soldiers sang the military song "Unity is Strength" he taught.

Of course, compared with the original Chinese version, this Apache version of "Unity is Strength" has changed a lot, mainly the lyrics, ideas and melody have remained largely unchanged.

"Unity is strength, unity is strength..."

In Ma Shao's opinion, the biggest advantage of this kind of song is that it is not easy to go out of tune and anyone can sing along.

He has never seen anyone singing this song out of tune.

At the end of the training, a commander from the garrison in Clark Town returned from a rotation, and the commander reported a piece of news to the horse sentry that made him feel a little nervous.

"Preach?"