Qianjiagu ran and ran, he passed through dense forests, crossed rivers, and crossed uninhabited snowy fields.
From night till dawn.
When the sun rose the next day, under the bright red morning glow, Qianjiagu saw the sun and moon flag in the distance.
He couldn't run anymore and his tears dried up. At the moment he fell, he seemed to hear someone shouting.
The moment he closed his eyes, several vague figures came to him, speaking words he couldn't understand.
After the Ming Dynasty regained the Hawaiian Islands, it carried out the construction of ocean ports while implementing the eastward strategy.
The fleet landed on the west side of Anchorage, Alaska, several exploration teams went south to explore, and the sun and moon flag fluttered over the land of North America.
The archaeological team led by Yan Bai also dug along the Bering Sea islands all the way to Alaska.
Here, Daming met local people. They had faces similar to those of Orientals. Except for some differences in skin color, they could be said to be like half-brothers.
Some time later, an exploratory team returned to Anchorage, and they brought back a dull middle-aged man.
A Mohican.
"Have the traces of those Tsarist Russians been found? We must show kindness and send them back to Tsarist Russia."
Zhao Tiezhu was wearing a military coat and stood in the open space looking at the lively construction site. On the sea in the distance was the Ming Navy fleet and a large number of transport ships.
The local Indians seemed not to have been persecuted by the colonists from the south and still retained their kind nature.
They saw a "new tribe" settling here, and the chief brought a large number of Indians to send frozen meat to help Daming build a camp.
They and the Ming people cleared a large open space on the coast and various tents were set up.
The officer on the side rummaged through the intelligence from the past few days and found a report on tracking the Russians.
"Brigade Commander, there are not many Tsarist Russians in Alaska, and they live very scattered. They are almost all hunters and exploration teams of the Tsarist Russian military. The threat level is zero.
Our scouts are currently tracking and should find their large gathering area. "
Zhao Tiezhu nodded and said to the officer: "Keep following, Grand Scholar Yan Bai has been doing archaeology all the way. If something from the Yin and Shang Dynasties is dug out in Alaska, especially the bronze tripod.
Then...Alaska has been our Ming Dynasty's inherent territory since ancient times. If the Russians entered here without customs clearance documents, it was a naked invasion! "
Zhao Tiezhu spoke plausibly, and the officer next to him also looked serious.
In fact, everyone knew that after passing Sakhalin Island, Yan Bai should not be able to dig anything.
We were able to dig here because the Ministry of Industry made a lot of bronzes to make them old. Jin Yiwei was burying them in the front, and Yan Bai was digging in the back.
It's lunch time.
Each cooking team brought a big pot and put it on the fire, and poured canned food, vegetables, etc. into it.
Conditions are limited, and the cooking class can only stew in one pot.
The soldiers of the Ming army were fine. They had eaten all the plump and plump bugs during training, and there was nothing else they couldn't eat.
Besides, looking around the world, there is no better logistics than the Ming army.
The current Ming army is a fully paid and fully equipped Ming army, which is different from that of the Chongzhen period.
On the contrary, those Indians, who struggled with nature in Alaska, had never seen such rich food, and they were so happy to eat it that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.
The soldiers of the Ming army mingled with the Indians. The two sides relied on simple gestures to communicate, and laughter echoed over Anchorage.
Zhao Tiezhu was carrying a box of army pot. He came to Qianjiagu and glanced at the iron lunch box that had not been touched by chopsticks.
"Why aren't you eating?"
Zhao Tiezhu asked. Seeing that Qianjiagu was silent and unresponsive, he repeated it in French and English.
This time Qianjiagu understood. He moved his lips, squeezed out a few tears and buried his head in eating.
Zhao Tiezhu shook his head, sat next to him and started eating.
While eating, Zhao Tiezhu heard Qianjiagu's whisper, which was a little vague.
"Are you... also here to destroy us?"
"What's the meaning?"
"I saw their laughter and laughter, which reminded me of bad memories..."
Qianjiagu's eyes were filled with fear. He pointed at the Indians in the distance who were stirring the iron pot with the Ming soldiers, and stated the sufferings they had endured over the past decades.
Colonists have been wreaking havoc in North America for more than a hundred years.
The once huge tribes disappeared one by one, the powerful Aztec Empire also fell apart, and countless Indians lost their lives.
Qianjiagu turned around and confided to Zhao Tiezhu with a tearful voice.
"Are we Indians born to be exploited by you?"
What do you think?
Industrial civilization requires huge resources, and you do not have the force to protect yourself. Being weak is the original sin.
Zhao Tiezhu put down the lunch box and said one word at a time: "No, you are not Indians."
He stood up and led Qianjiagu to a tent.
Academician Yan Bai and his apprentices were sorting out information. When they saw Zhao Tiezhu bringing an Indian in, he didn't say anything, but just sorted out the documents in an orderly manner.
Zhao Tiezhu glanced at the plastic boxes one after another, and finally settled on a box titled "Examination of the Eastward Migration Route of Yin Shang".
He opened the plastic box and attracted the attention of several archaeologists.
"Commander Zhao, let me go, but don't damage the documents!"
The archaeologist jumped over quickly, snatched the box from Zhao Tiezhu's hand, and said, "Brigadier Zhao, just tell me what documents you want, and we will get them for you..."
"Ahem, sorry to trouble you. Do you have a general map of the migration route? Let this Yin man take a look."
"Okay, don't move around. These files have not been backed up yet. If they are damaged, we, the Grand Master, will go crazy!"
The archaeologist was frightened for a while, so he carefully took out a file bag from the box, opened the string and took out a dozen documents.
There are also many photos.
Zhao Tiezhu spread out the general drawing, pulled Qianjiagu closer, pointed at the thin red lines on the drawing and said.
"Have you seen these red lines? As early as 3,000 years ago, several tribes of the Shang Dynasty in China jumped over islands one after another along the Bering Sea and arrived in Alaska...
They recuperated here, communicated, did business, and intermarry with the local people..."
As Zhao Tiezhu explained, Qianjiagu heard about the great migration of ethnic groups that spanned 3,000 years from his not very proficient English.
He looked at the detailed route map and the "pictures" of bronze vessels, and seemed to see the hardships of the Yin merchants moving eastward.
Zhao Tiezhu's mouth went dry as he spoke. Finally, he took a mirror and stood it in front of Qianjiagu's eyes.
"Look at the shape of your face, and then look at us."
Qianjiagu faced the mirror, touched his cheek with his right hand, looked at himself in the mirror, and then looked at Zhao Tiezhu's honest face. He was speechless.
Zhao Tiezhu smiled.
"Can't you see it yet? You are a Yin merchant, and many Indians are Yin merchants!
You and I are actually half-brothers! "
Qianjiagu was stunned.
