Wild North America 1846

in silence

Old Kahn could feel the heavy pressure that was as real as a substance, making his backbone restless like pinpricks, and his heart was in turmoil.

Not far away by the river

Old Kahn's nine sons and seven nephews, as well as several young daughters and dozens of relatives and friends are all busy at the river. Some are using shovels to dig up the hard river bottom, and some are using pans to dig up the river.

They were panning for gold by the river, some were cooking soup by the campfire, and some were feeding black beans to the horses. Everyone was busy in silence.

But their worried eyes would look over from time to time, all focused on the two people by the river.

Old Kahn, with his thick blond hair like a mess of straw, is the unshakable patriarch of the family. His decision affects the fate of everyone.

Not far away from Richard, cavalry captain Gao Shiheng led dozens of cavalrymen to dismount and stand, holding the horse's reins in their hands and waiting for orders, forming a faint semicircular circle.

As soon as you give the order, there will be a scene of blood splattering five steps away.

This situation is not unusual at all. The cavalry has raided more than a dozen armed gangs this week, killed and injured dozens of people, and captured many prisoners. Now they are all working conscientiously in Shanghewan Village.

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These white prisoners had to serve at least a few years of hard labor, eating the worst food and doing the most tiring work. Only by smoothing out all the thorny spots and smoothing them out could they escape from the lowest level.

situation.

For any resistance, Richard directly suppressed it with bloody methods without saying a word.

From this point of view, it has been a special kindness to the old Kahn family.

Old Kahn asked in a dry voice; "Can I say no?"

"The right to choose is yours, Kahn. What flows along the American River is a symphony of life and wealth. It's so beautiful that it makes people stop breathing." Richard said and turned his head, staring with deep eyes.

The hidden murderous intent flashed across Old Kahn's face, and he continued in a calm tone;

"Perhaps... there is a color from the Kahn family that will make the American River more colorful in this season."

Old Kahn had deep wrinkles on his stubborn face as if he was cutting with an axe. His lips trembled and wanted to say something, but he closed them tightly. Suddenly he pushed the mountain of gold, knelt down on one knee like a jade pillar, lowered his head and said;

"As God testifies, the Kahn Knights, who originated from the German Junker military aristocracy, kneel humbly at your feet, begging for your mercy and tolerance. The Kahn family is willing to serve as your sharp sword to conquer any enemy, and is willing to serve as a soldier who has experienced light and peace.

The guardian of darkness will never change even after years of vicissitudes. I humbly kneel at your feet and ask you to grant me the glory of a knight."

Old Kahn was indeed a down-and-out knight. During the melee between the principalities of South Germany in the early years, his viscount lords and troops were defeated and killed, while he was severely wounded and wounded. He spent a long time on the hospital bed before recovering his life.

After the old Kahn recovered from his injury, he realized that he had nowhere to go.

The original lord's fiefdom and castle had long since become the spoils of war for the victor, and as a knight noble attached to the viscount lord, he was now just a stray dog ​​that no one cared about, unable to even sustain his livelihood.

in desperation

Old Kahn gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and with his wife, children, and dozens of brothers, nephews, embarked on a long voyage to North America to seek hope...

No matter how difficult life is, deep in his heart, he always has the belief of a Junker military aristocrat, which is the glory of knighthood that can never be erased.

Old Kahn's kneeling caused everyone in the surrounding Kahn family to scream in surprise. They walked over silently and knelt down on the river beach behind Old Kahn.

There is no doubt that the choice of old Kahn is the choice of everyone in the Kahn family.

Richard stood forever by the river beach, his clothes fluttering in the cold wind, and his noble temperament was outstanding.

He pulled out the long knife and gently placed it on the left shoulder of Old Kahn, who was kneeling on one knee. The sharp blade reflected one side of Old Kahn's face in the sunlight.

Richard said loudly;

“I swear to inherit the ancient oriental royal bloodline that has existed for thousands of years. My ancestors are above me, and heaven and earth have learned from it;

I swear

You will always have a place in my body, accompanied and protected by the Kahn family, forever.

I promise

I will never ask you to do anything that damages the honor of a knight. I solemnly swear this in front of the gods of heaven and earth.

I grant you the honor of a knight, and will provide you with a stage that can showcase your family's glory. Follow my footsteps, and you will surely create greater glory."

"As God testifies, I solemnly swear in front of the gods that the Kahn family will always protect your safety and give you advice, and will not hesitate to sacrifice their lives in order to fulfill the mission of the knights. They will always have a humble heart and take loyalty and bravery as their motto. This

It is the eternal glory of the Kahn family."

Old Kahn said his oath loudly, and the nephews and nephews behind him followed closely and chanted louder and louder, until they almost shouted out.

The oath echoed on the banks of the American River, and suddenly a strong cold wind blew, seeming to echo the oath and be remembered by the gods of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.

"You can all get up." A rare warm look appeared on Richard's face.

He was in a very good mood at this moment. As devout believers in God, the sonorous oath issued by the old Kahn family was extremely credible.

His extraordinary psychic ability felt this piety, this pledge of allegiance without any exchange of interests, making Richard feel excited from the bottom of his heart.

His Tang Association has never belonged exclusively to the Chinese, but is inclusive and absorbs the elites of all ethnic groups, bringing them together to create a new world in the wild wasteland of North America.

Since this time

Richard has been busy consolidating the major achievements gained along the American River, and has not yet been able to spare his hands to remove the big obstacle in the new town.

But the federation didn’t do nothing, according to news from New Town;

The Mexican forces will not choose sides and will automatically become invisible in this battle between dragons and tigers. This is undoubtedly the greatest good news.

In the entire San Fernandez, there are more than 3,000 Chinese, more than 8,000 whites, more than 13,000 Mexicans, and 5,000 to 6,000 native Indians.

In terms of population alone, Mexicans account for the majority, nearly half of the huge number.

The reason why the Mexicans do not show a strength consistent with their population is that they are scattered, with various small forces unable to take the stage and weak in strength.

Among them, only the Juan Carlos family has a greater influence, and the others are completely negligible. The Carlos family chose to sit on the sidelines, which reduced the biggest uncertainty for the federation to take over the new town. This opportunity is quite rare.

Since April, the weather has gradually warmed up.

A large number of gold prospectors poured into the American River area to realize their dreams of wealth. The new town, which is bustling in winter, now has less than 30% of its original population.

This was the period when John Sutter was at his weakest. Considering the upcoming U.S.-Mexican War, it was time to remove John Sutter's obstacle.