Natives

Oh, this life, it really can't be compared. What kind of dog-shit life was I living before?

Hunting wild animals in the forest? Even dogs wouldn't live that life!

Look at the life they live now: they wake up at seven in the morning to breakfast, work for a bit, and then it's lunchtime for a break. They don't even know what to do with an hour of rest because lunch is already prepared. They eat, drink, chat, and when they're tired of that, they can go back to work. Before long, it's dinner time. After dinner, they can go shopping at the stalls outside, or if they don't want to shop, they can gather and chat. Or they can play Texas Hold'em with their American friends.

Someone takes care of them when they're sick, someone provides food and drink, and Mr. Van der Linde even covers their clothing. They truly don't know where else such a perfect life could exist!

Look at the dog's life they used to live? If they wanted to eat, they had to hunt. If they got sick, they could only rely on old Rains Fall, that quack, to gather herbs, and whether they got better or not was another matter. They ate irregularly, and food had to be prioritized for the chief.

Most importantly, Mr. Van der Linde hasn't set any rules for them. It's still the same: as long as they don't commit crimes, he won't interfere with anything else. They can live however they want.

In contrast, it was Chief Rains Fall who usually demanded more from them.

Damn it, if Mr. Van der Linde hadn't insisted on giving the Indian people autonomy, this group of Indian people would have probably overthrown old Rains Fall and made Mr. Van der Linde their chief by now!

They had long stopped wanting to leave; they had long considered this place their home.

No one drove them away, and food and lodging were provided. At first, there were some discriminatory glances, but now that time has passed, everyone is used to it, familiar with it, and no one discriminates anymore.

Now everyone is integrated and very happy. Who would want to leave?

Who would want to live that precarious life? Who would want Chief Rains Fall to cover their wounds with herbs mixed with saliva?

Would you want that?

"Oh, no! Why do we still have to leave, father!" Flying Eagle looked at Rains Fall, not understanding.

During this time, he had followed Dutch Van der Linde, traveling around and seeing many things, especially gaining a richer and deeper understanding of the word "civilization."

And the more he understood, the more he felt a pressure regarding his tribe's way of life.

A pressure and pain of being about to be completely abandoned by the tide of the times.

All in all, he didn't want to abandon the tribe's traditions, but if they didn't abandon these traditions now, only extinction awaited them!

So he felt it was best to follow Mr. Van der Linde; at the very least, he could keep up with the pace of civilization instead of being abandoned by the times.

"This is not my decision, my son! This is Mr. Van der Linde's decision.

He hopes that we can have a piece of land of our own, a pure land for all homeless Indian people, for those who have been driven away, pursued, and hunted.

Don't worry, my son. Mr. Van der Linde has had a long conversation with me. We Indian people can no longer hope to hide back in our old lands. What we need is a piece of land that can guarantee our survival, and ensure that we can keep up with the progress of civilization. At the same time, we need to integrate into the United States, at least into the United States established by Mr. Van der Linde.

Mr. Van der Linde will support us in establishing our own factories, our own communities, and streets with our own cultural characteristics.

All our governance will still be controlled by Mr. Van der Linde, but we will also have a piece of land of our own." Rains Fall's words were already a bit incoherent.

Because Dutch Van der Linde had said too much to him at the time, talking nonsense and making it sound wonderful.

Things like Indian-style streets, Indian-style communities, their own land, their own factories...

All in all, he only heard the benefits and didn't hear any problems.

But in reality, Dutch Van der Linde's fundamental goal was to gather and assimilate these Indian people.

Firstly, the communities are indeed Indian communities, and the factories are indeed Indian factories, but they are managed by the New Hanover Van Der Linde Government, the new regime of New Hanover.

It adopts a system of state capitalism. The factories do not belong to you as an Indian individual, nor to your tribe or a certain chief. They belong to the special government for Indian people under the New Hanover Van Der Linde Government! In other words, they still belong to him, Dutch Van der Linde.

The Indian people have the twenty-four-hour right to use the factories, but they do not have ownership, distribution rights, or the right to recruit workers. The overall profits still belong to the Van Der Linde Government, but the Indian people have the right to work in the factories and receive wages.

In other words, they will be able to work in Mr. Van der Linde's factories for generations!

And the Indian communities do not have their own protective forces; they are exactly the same as other places in New Hanover, with police maintaining order. However, these Indian people can join the Van Der Linde Government's police department and become the force that protects the Indian communities.

But in this way, the command of these gunmen will only be in Mr. Van der Linde's hands, and will not be divided by these chiefs in the slightest.

By various rules and regulations, the power of the chiefs is weakened, and in the end, they can only become something similar to a village head. However, their Indian culture and heritage can be preserved.

This is a win-win situation, at least for Indian culture. The only ones who don't win are those chiefs who can't let go of their power.

However, this era will force them to agree, because all those who disagree will ultimately only face extinction.

Establishing Indian communities has always been Dutch Van der Linde's idea.

Simply having these Indian people work in this place doesn't have much appeal to other Indian people, because Indian people can run away if they want to, and they can work anywhere.

How could he, Dutch Van der Linde, who is so short on people, let these Indian people run around?

And after he establishes Indian communities, it will be like Chinatown, spontaneously attracting Indian people from all over the United States to settle down, or at least to come and take a look.

And once they see it, they won't be able to leave! They will become Mr. Van der Linde's loyal workers, the most grassroots builders of the New Hanover cities!

And the so-called Indian factories are nothing more than branch factories of Mr. Dutch Van der Linde!

Dutch Van der Linde believes that under such generous factory conditions, no one can refuse his recruitment. As for those who still harbor hatred or their own inferior nature...

What awaits them is only the Maxim gun's spray, or the New Hanover mines.

In short, friends get jobs, enemies get purple bullets!

If even the bell oranges can't be eaten, then these damned rebels can only eat purple bullets!

Listening to Rains Fall's words, Flying Eagle was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "No, father. I cannot follow you to establish an Indian community. I want to follow Mr. Van der Linde.

I have learned a lot from Mr. Van der Linde, and most importantly, I feel that New Hanover and Lemoyne have been governed very well by Mr. Van der Linde, much better than those American bandits. I don't think it would be a good thing for us to establish power here, father.

Just as you said before, we can no longer afford war, and during this time, I have followed Mr. Van der Linde and traveled around this place for a long time, and I have found a problem. In fact, whether it is us or the common people of the United States, we are all actually being oppressed by the United States Government. And the so-called war is nothing more than us, the common people, fighting against other common people. All we gain is our suffering, while those damned capitalists and the upper echelons of the United States Government will not suffer any losses at all.

They might even plunder more wealth and make a fortune because of our wars. In the end, only our two groups, both oppressed by the upper echelons of the United States, will suffer.

Father! All our previous ideas were wrong. Fighting United States soldiers cannot redeem our tribes and people, because they are inexhaustible, and they are just a group of common people who have to go to war to eat. We can only achieve true peace by completely eliminating these damned Vampire of the United States high-level.

And now, Mr. Van der Linde is doing these things. I don't want our existence to pose a threat to him. You know, power changes one's original heart.

Mr. Van der Linde has proven that power cannot corrupt his heart, but I cannot guarantee that there will not be people among us who will be corrupted by power."