Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"You guys, let those braided slaves from Daqing continue to move!"

Chavez Brown, a descendant of the Brown family and the project manager of the Rockfield State Border Railway of the Rum Rail Group, wore a hat with specially extended brim, which could completely block the hot sunlight above his head, but it looked like

Some weird jazz hats, arrogantly giving orders to the white railway construction foremen surrounding them.

"These lowly yellow-skinned pigs."

"Just 5 hours of rest every day is enough..."

Chavez Brown held half a Brazilian cigar in his mouth as he spoke, while looking disdainfully at the sweaty workers not far away.

They were a group of mostly yellow people, with yellow faces, thin muscles, and ragged clothes.

"But, dear Mr. Chavez, building railroads is a strenuous and physically demanding job."

"The food we provide is not good. If these people are only allowed to rest for 5 hours a day, then..."

At this time, a young man who was dressed more decently than the supervisors around him squeezed out of the crowd surrounding Chavez Brown and interrupted Chavez Brown.

"Um?"

Being interrupted, Chavez, who was slightly offended, turned around angrily and discovered that the young man was the designer of this railway, Mason Gallen, a graduate of Florida State University, not one of those

After the supervisor got his feet wet, he calmed down his somewhat violent emotions a little.

After all, there are not many white designers willing to come to this section of the Rockfield border, far away from the railway line, and college graduates of this era are considered high-level talents.

Moreover, there seems to be an extremely dangerous wild Indian tribe surrounding the road construction team here. After the previous road construction team was attacked several times, the number of people willing to come here has become even rarer.

A high-level toolman like Mason Gallon who is willing to take risks is still worthy of Mr. Chavez's respect.

"Your Excellency Mo Sheng, you are still young."

Chavez slowed down his words and smiled, but this smile was so weird because only half of his pale, bloodless face was exposed under his jazz hat.

"I have built more than 20,000 kilometers of railways. These consumables and livestock are as much as you need!"

"Don't worry..."

Just when Chavez was about to impart some life lessons to the young college students.

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"

A burst of loud explosions, like the release of firecrackers in ancient Daqing, sounded continuously on the side of the construction site.

"Dear Sir Chavez, those damn Indian savages have launched an attack on us again!"

Accompanied by the roar of the deputy security captain at the railway construction site, a tall and strong man from Roquefield, a team of more than a dozen manual security guards followed closely behind, carrying muskets, and formed a small defense around Chavez.

lock up.

"Captain Charlie is already organizing overseers and escorts to launch a defensive counterattack. I will be responsible for escorting you out of here."

"Your Excellency Chavez, the convoy is just ahead. Please evacuate as soon as possible."

This tall Caucasian man seemed to have been through many battles, or in other words, he was well prepared for the attack by the Indian savages. He came to Chavez's side with a calm expression and said calmly.

However, contrary to the expectations of the deputy security captain, the man in front of him, who was said to have a high-level background in the group and had been staying in the city, did not experience the normal nervousness and panic of the attack at all. Instead, the corner of his mouth cracked and he looked a little excited.

appearance.

"You did well, Captain Ford."

The weird wide-brimmed jazz hat was taken off by Chavez himself. This proud and distant relative of the Brown family had an uncharacteristically strange and handsome face under his mature and old voice.

"But, my coming here this time is not just to inspect the progress of the project."

"Take me to your defensive position. My men and I will personally take action to deal with these disgusting Indians!"

Chavez's eyes glowed red, causing Captain Ford, who noticed this scene, to tremble in his heart. As an old man of the group, he even remembered some gossip that was only circulated within the group, and suddenly became frightened.

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"I just don't understand. Do you think these white-skinned people are mentally ill?"

"Comrade Huang Han is right. Although the forest resources around here are rich, there are no gold and silver veins that those white men value, and there is no oil that is praised as black gold by those white men. You say these white men always

Why are you so persistent in wanting to build a railway here?"

"How do I know? This is the fifth time we have ambushed these road construction teams, right?"

"However, they still have some uses. Every time we repel these people, our Taiping Association will always add thousands of compatriots who are treated as slave labor by them. This is good for our development."

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Several young members of the Taiping Society, with feathers on their heads and a few streaks of oil paint made from natural berries in the forest on their faces, pretending to look more like serious Indians, were standing on a building not far from the railway construction site.

He was lying on his back in the bushes halfway up the small mountain ridge, discussing carefully.

As members of the external negotiation department of the Taiping Council, they were followed by several real Yintian tribe members. Those with crooked feathers on their heads and dark berry oil paint on their faces were staring at a group of people at the foot of the mountain with their mouths open.

Warriors of the Yin Di'an "Taiping Tribe" wearing standard wolf-skin military uniforms with feathers on their heads.

Those yellow warriors, who were not tall but very strong, carried muskets with bayonets in their hands. With just one charge, they scattered the white people on the construction site defense position who were truly the most ferocious white people in the mouth of the Indian ancestors.

However, just as the heroic "Yin Di'an" warriors were preparing to pursue the victory, a sharp whistle sounded throughout the battlefield. Those "Yin Di'an" warriors were stunned, and then they gave up the pursuit directly. Under the orders of their own combat team commanders

, evacuated the forest in an orderly manner.

"Brother Huang, what happened?"

Just next to Huang Han and the others, the wild Yin Di'an natives belonging to the Flying Bird Tribe saw such a scene. They looked at the compatriots from the "Taiping Tribe" next to them with some confusion and asked in the somewhat stiff standard Taiping dialect they had just learned.

Several other Yin Di'an wild tribes in this area, who were invited to observe the strength of the "Taiping Tribe", also looked over.

In their eyes, it was obvious on the battlefield in front of them that the victory of the "Taiping Tribe" was determined. The next step should be for those brave warriors to kill those damn white-skinned people. Why did they all suddenly withdraw?

Along with the sharp whistle that resounded throughout the battlefield, the young members of the Taiping Society, who had been discussing other topics leisurely in low voices at first, suddenly became serious. They each stared at the battlefield, and some even took out charcoal.

Pen and paper, began to prepare to record the next battle information.

"Brother Guda, that was the whistle that our leader discovered that there was a 'demon' in the other party."

Only the young man named Huang Han who was closest to these indigenous Yin Dian people explained seriously to the Yin Dian "compatriots" beside him.

"But don't worry, the leader of our Taiping tribe is on the battlefield and is not afraid of those 'monsters'!"

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