The Sekwepike tribe lives close to the mountains and rivers, with rows of well-proportioned wooden houses, making Liu Zhenming almost feel that he has returned to the Spring and Autumn Period.
Chief Gomez Checheba is an elder in his fifties, wearing a necklace of wild beast bones around his neck and leaning on a dark wooden cane. He has matured with age and has experienced the era when Indians were massacred by white people.
He already knows very well how to get in touch with modern civilization.
Liu Zhenming’s conversations with him were all translated through Kuscat.
"Friends from afar, let's drink a toast to our friendship." Qie Qieba picked up the bowl on the wooden table and looked at Liu Zhenming.
Unexpectedly, these Indians really enjoyed themselves and drank wine. When he saw the bright red liquid in the bowl, Liu Zhenming thought with emotion.
"For friendship!" Liu Zhenming picked up the bowl and said with a smile, but then he frowned because there was a strong smell of blood in the bowl that pierced his nose.
Liu Zhenming took a closer look and realized, wow, there was wine here and there, it was clearly the blood of humans or beasts.
The chief and several accompanying Indians drained the liquid in the bowl in one gulp, wiped the red liquid from the corners of their mouths with unsatisfied intentions, and then looked at Liu Zhenming and the other three Chinese with bright eyes.
"Captain, this is blood! Do we want to drink it?" Li Weihan glanced at the liquid in the bowl with disgust, and secretly muttered to Liu Zhenming.
"Drink!" Liu Zhenming gritted his teeth and said softly.
I and others came here to seek help. Perhaps drinking animal blood is a custom of the Sekwepike tribe. When you go to the countryside, do as the Romans do. Why should you fall out on the spot?
As soon as Li Weihan and others heard Liu Zhenming's instructions, they fell silent. They picked up their bowls one by one, and imitated Liu Zhenming's example, and poured them into their mouths.
"Wait!" Just when the blood was about to enter the mouth, Kuscart suddenly interrupted Liu Zhenming's movements.
Several Indians put on kind smiles on their faces. The chief waved his hand, and several Indian women standing nearby took the bowls from Liu Zhenming and others.
"You are our real friend, come on, put on the wine." Chief Gomez Checheba clapped his hands, and two bottles of real red wine were brought up.
Li Weihan and others were all stunned. At this time, Liu Zhenming still didn't know that the scene just now was a test by the Indians against him and others.
Chief Gomez Checheba said apologetically: "This is how we identify our friends. Please forgive me. You have proven that you are our friends."
Who says Indians are easy to fool?
Although this method is trivial, only by respecting each other can we prepare to drink blood. If those white people were to touch the blood, they would definitely not touch the blood, and they might even throw the bowl into the faces of these Indians.
"Friends, you are the only one who has passed this test." Kuscart probably thought of the behavior of those white people in the past, and his face darkened: "Those white people only want to get treasures from us, and they have never treated us equally.
, recently even required us Indians to pay a poll tax.”
Unexpectedly, Cuscat, who has learned English, would have such a bad impression of white people. Also, the world is looking for colonies. How can the aloof white people care about the feelings of other ethnic groups, and how can they care about the thoughts of these Indians.
Those who disobeyed were conquered with cannons and bayonets. This was a world where barbarism and civilization coexisted, and an era in which might was truth.
After the chief sighed for a few words, he began to ask about the purpose of Liu Zhenming and others' visit.
"We are all Chinese, from the East. Strictly speaking, our ancestors are the same. We have the same color skin and the same color hair. We are all yellow." Liu Zhenming smiled slightly and began to build a relationship. Archeology
Scientists and anthropologists believe that the ancestors of the Indians came from northern China and crossed the White Collar Strait from Asia to the Americas about 10,000 years ago. However, this age is a bit too long. Liu Zhenming's statement is really a bit nonsense...
Liu Zhenming's tongue blossomed and he began to brag with his sharp tongue. In the end, these Indians thought that they were very close to the Chinese.
"We have wiped out and driven away the white people in Kamloops town." Seeing these Indians starting to feel dizzy, Liu Zhenming suddenly said something shocking.
"Well, the ancient rumors in the tribe seem to say that we come from the east. In this way, our ancestors are really the same." Checheba was still confused by Liu Zhenming's words.
"Wait, what did you say? You said that the white people in Kamloops were driven away by you?" Chief Checheba said with wide eyes and a look of disbelief.
Several other Indians also looked at Liu Zhenming and others in surprise.
"Yes, there will never be any white people coming to collect the poll tax again." Liu Zhenming smiled slightly and continued without saltiness: "The white people's army was defeated by us, and their commander became our prisoner.
Kamloops has become my territory, and I will build a world of yellow people. In my territory, all yellow people are equal."
The Indians are still in shock. It is not that no Indians have resisted the white invasion, but it only brings painful memories to the Indians.
"How did you do it?" Chief Checheba did not doubt Liu Zhenming's words, because he would know everything clearly about this matter as long as he sent someone to check it out.
"Because I have a powerful army." When Liu Zhenming saw the surprised looks of the Indians, his heart suddenly moved, and he continued seriously: "I also received instructions from my ancestors. Not long ago, I was also a white man.
Slave, but one day, Pangu, the ancestor of the East, walked into my dream and said to me, 'My descendants, I choose you to be the leader of the resistance to the white people. On the American continent, my descendants are on the verge of extinction.
The white people are ruthlessly oppressing and slaughtering the yellow people. If we don't stand up and resist, one day, my descendants will be extinct. Therefore, I chose you to lead them to resist the white people's invasion.'"
Gulu, Gulu...
Countless swallowing sounds were heard. This news was even more unbelievable than Liu Zhenming saying that he defeated the white man.
Looking at the disbelieving looks of everyone, Liu Zhenming continued nonchalantly: "I asked Ancestor Pangu, 'Why did you choose me? I am no different from ordinary people, even if I want to lead all the yellow people in the American continent to resist the white people.
I don't have the ability to invade." Ancestor Pangu said to me: "My child, I chose you because you have a fighting heart. As long as you have a fighting heart, you will have nothing to fear. My child,
In order to enable you to complete the mission I have given you, I give you magical powers."
When Liu Zhenming said this, the surprise and disbelief in everyone's eyes turned into curiosity, because Liu Zhenming had fully expressed their feelings, and they wanted to know what magical power it was.
After whetting everyone's appetite, Liu Zhenming stopped talking and lowered his head to drink wine calmly.
"What power did Ancestor Pangu give you?" Chief Checheba asked what everyone was thinking.
Liu Zhenming stood up, put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, looked at the roof, and said in a deep voice unhurriedly: "Ancestor Pangu gave me the power to make weapons, and he let me use this power.
Lead the yellow people in the American continent to resist the invasion of white people."
"Come for victory!" Liu Zhenming raised his hand, and a pistol appeared out of thin air in his palm.