I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Seeing his leaving back, the two strong men couldn't help cursing: "You dog, sooner or later you'll be cut alive!"

……

Zhu Fugui did not know when he had already walked behind Qi Wenchang.

This man is actually not tall, half a head shorter than the underage Zhu Fugui.

"Are you Guangxi veterans of the Taiping Army?" Zhu Fugui asked speculatively.

Qi Wenchang nodded, but didn't say much.

Zhu Fugui originally thought that the other party saw that he had also cut his braids and regarded him as the same kind, so he made the move.

Although it is said that the Chinese are far away in a foreign country, they still have to be divided into camps based on their origin and political beliefs, which is a very sad thing.

But I have to say, if you can find such a big brother who seems to be able to fight, it is also a good thing.

But obviously, Qi Wenchang's news is not as closed as Zhu Fugui thought.

Perhaps it was because there was a steady stream of fresh piglets coming all the time, so he already knew that the Taiping Army was retreating steadily and Yingtian Mansion was in danger.

As for Zhu Fugui, his short hair has nothing to do with the Taiping Army.

Qi Wenchang was silent for a while, then patted Zhu Fugui on the shoulder, and said: "I said before, if you live, you will have hope only if you live."

With that said, he turned and walked towards the mine.

And the moment he turned his head, tears fell from the eyes of this man who was as firm as steel just now.

The two strong men behind him also had red eyes and wept uncontrollably.

……

"Hey, even Qi's second son can't help it, we're all just a bunch of pigs waiting to die!"

"Who said it wasn't? The riot the year before last probably wiped out all Qi's spirit."

"It's not nonsense, can you compete with the steel knives and muskets of foreigners with your fists? That is to say, these three Guangxi guys are hard-pressed and survived, otherwise they would have been hung at the gate of the village with others to feed the big birds!"

"Hey, it's so stupid to be against foreigners..."

……

Other miners watching, some sympathized, some scoffed, but most of them were numb.

Zhu Fugui looked at Qi Wenchang's back and shook his head.

This man must be in pain.

My brother's death may be okay, but when I heard the news from far away in my hometown, I knew that the lofty pavilion that I poured all my efforts and expectations into was already eaten away by moths and ants, and was smashed to the ground with an eight-ton sledgehammer. pulpy.

This feeling of losing all meaning of life in a desperate situation is the most painful feeling!

But it was this man who told himself to live on.

Only by living can there be hope!

Yes!

Zhu Fugui nodded,

You are right, only by living can there be hope, and I—

It's that hope!

At this moment, Zhu Fugui suddenly felt that he was thrown back to this darkest age and this barren land by God, maybe he wanted to be taken away by countless Qi Wenchang, countless Chinese with flesh and blood Hope!

……

"Oh--"

Just when Young Master Zhu looked up at the sky and felt that his whole body had been sublimated, suddenly the woman's scream pierced the sky, but then stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise and the sound of horseshoes.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"It's the Indians! Mother fucker, the Indian savages have come in!"

Chen Ergou ran over in a panic, followed by Foreman Jim.

The mine where Zhu Fugui works is very large, and there are seventeen or eighteen foremen.

Each person is in charge of a mining area.

Security is the responsibility of a unified security team.

Probably in order to reduce costs and minimize the number of non-working people, the security team hired by the boss of the mining company only has 50 people.

But these 50 people are all white men and well-equipped.

According to past experience, such a team is enough to defeat any indigenous tribe.

But the problem is that there are many miners and few security personnel. In order to prevent the miners from rioting, they cannot be equipped with arms.

As a result, as a defender, the defensive strength of some mining areas will always appear weak.

Relatively speaking, the defense force of Huagong's mining area is naturally the weakest.

After all, the price of Chinese workers is much cheaper than that of white miners.

……

This Indian armed force is not advanced.

During the long war against the colonists, most Indian tribes learned to raise and control horses.

Some tribes even acquired a large number of firearms through trade, including advanced equipment such as Henry 1860.

In fact, in today's Civil War, many Indian tribes were involved as mercenaries.

But the current Indians don't seem to be equipped with too many firearms. Their weapons are mainly bows and arrows, spears and ball heads.

Of course, compared with the equipment of their ancestors 250 years ago, these iron weapons are still much more sophisticated, and their lethality is also very impressive.

"Chen! Chen! Wait for me, save me!"

Foreman Jim yelled at the top of his voice. Because of fear, the tears, snot and beard on his face were all glued together, and he had already lost his grace.

Because he had engaged in indescribable things with the gypsy woman before, his pants were not even fully put on, and naturally he couldn't run fast.

How could Chen Ergou care about him, instead of having the intention of carrying his master on his back, he ran even more desperately.

"Chen, you can't do this, I promoted you in front of Mr. Henry! Ah—"

Chen Ergou looked back, scared out of his wits.

The rider who had chopped off the gypsy woman's head with a single knife had already raised his knife and tied Foreman Jim's head to the saddle.

At this time, she raised her head, looked at Chen Ergou who was running wildly, and untied the first stick from her side.

Whoosh!

With a sound of breaking through the sky, this ancient weapon with added metal smashed heavily on Chen Ergou's Tianling Gai.

With the sound of the skull shattering, red and white flowed all over the ground.

……

All this sounds complicated, but it actually happened within ten seconds.

Zhu Fugui was dumbfounded.

If facing Chen Ergou he still had the idea of ​​sliding a shovel, then he didn't have such an idea at all when facing this Indian warrior.

Zhu Fugui even preferred to slide and shovel the tiger!

At the same time, the miners, like a flock of sheep attacked by wild wolves, began to flee in all directions.

It is human instinct to follow the crowd.

The same goes for Zhu Fugui.

When he pulled the old eunuch Li who had injured his feet and turned his head to run away, he suddenly felt a chill for no reason.

Zhu Fugui turned his head stiffly, but saw a pair of big, beautiful eyes looking at him indifferently.

And the owner of these eyes has already bent his bow and set his arrows in his hands.

Chapter 005 Captive

The Rocky Mountains are the backbone of the Cordillera Mountains in North America. They are called the "backbone" of North America and consist of many branches.

And the Olympic Mountains are one of them.

The Olympic Mountains are vast, with dense vegetation, and the highest peak is over [-] meters above sea level.

Even in the United States in the 21st century, the Olympic National Park established here is still the largest pristine area in the United States except Alaska.

Of course, in 1863 today, this wild and charming mountain has nothing to do with the name of Greek origin.

Zhu Fugui watched the surrounding trees recede slowly, and all kinds of beasts and birds in the forest concealed themselves cautiously to show their respect for the great hunter.

Such a natural scenery, if it was in the previous life, even if he felt sorry for the entrance fee, Zhu Fugui would feel that it was a feast for his eyes.

But the problem is that at this moment, he appeared in this primeval forest as a captive.

To be precise, Zhu Fugui became the prisoner of the Indian female warrior after being shot in the buttocks.

It was only after close observation that Zhu Fugui determined that this murderous Indian was a young girl.

Her face was painted with a special red oil paint so that she couldn't see her face clearly, only her eyes were as bright as morning stars.

Looking at the marching team, Zhu Fugui found that more than half of the approximately 200 soldiers were women.

When you think about it, this is not surprising.

Throughout the mid-nineteenth century, the Indians in the Midwest of North America fought against white colonial aggression without stopping.

Due to the huge generational difference in weapons and organizational capabilities, such a resistance is destined to be a tragedy as heroic as moths to a flame.

This war lasted until 1890, when the last Indian leader, "Sitting Bull" and the Sioux in Wounded Knee Valley were all massacred by the U.S. government because of suspicion of uprising.

Since then, these real masters of the Americas have been imprisoned by the white people in various backwaters, called "reservations", and there is no way to organize a strong resistance.

During this magnificent history of resistance, many adult men of the tribes fell under the guns of the invaders as fighters, and many tribes were forced to change their traditions and become matrilineal clans.

Professor Li Hui, the leader of Chinese molecular anthropology, once told this history in an open class.

Zhu Fugui, who was a college student at the time, still remembered these contents even though he was playing with his mobile phone.

However, when the people and things in the courseware appeared in front of me alive, everything became different.

Of course, Zhu Fugui was not in the mood to sympathize with these Indians.

Because his current identity is a prisoner.

In addition to Zhu Fugui, more than 30 other Chinese laborers in a mining area with him were all tied together by ropes and forced to move forward.

Speaking of which, Zhu Fugui was a blessing in disguise, because he lost his ability to move because of the arrow in his buttocks, so he was put on the horse behind him by the leading girl.

Well, it turns out that Zhu Fugui's luck was wrong.

As a trophy, of course, the girl could not place Zhu Fugui vertically, but placed it horizontally on the horse's back like a flour sack.

……

The stronghold of the Indians seemed to be extremely remote, carrying booty and captives, and there was no way to travel in a day.

After the sky darkened, they stopped and began to build tents and simple fortifications.

Zhu Fugui was thrown on the ground, and his bones seemed to be falling apart.

An older woman directed the clansmen to light a fire and cook, while the Chinese laborers were firmly guarded by other soldiers.

Zhu Fugui was also a member of the captives, but the girl who captured him seemed to be of high status, and Zhu Fugui was taken into custody alone.

This made Zhu Fugui have bad thoughts.

As we all know, food is in short supply in such mountainous areas.

This Indian tribe can send more than 200 fighters to attack the mines of the whites at once, and the scale should not be too small.

But in any case, do they have a reason to waste food and feed thirty or forty more mouths for nothing?