nucmednet Chapter 233 The Victims
Chapter 233 The Victims
"No slacking off! Get up! Get up!"
The whip cracked in the air. The New World was not some distant fairy tale. Since Amelia discovered this new land, a large number of immigrants flocked to it. The promise of the New World spurred them to leave their homes and come to this land.
Former nobles, down-on-their-luck merchants, swindlers, and gamblers flocked to this land, where they discovered the native inhabitants—elves.
For the World Island, the elves of the New World were not as capable as their counterparts on the other side of the ocean. Lacking livestock and iron weapons, they could not compete with the colonists wielding breech-loading rifles. Amelansi established Newtown and built defenses based on the relatively independent environment of Long Island.
Since the end of the civil war in 656, the vast land of the New World has ushered in unprecedented opportunities for development. As the smoke of war dissipated and society gradually returned to stability, people began to flock to this land full of hope and challenges.
More and more people, carrying dreams and aspirations, migrated from all over the world, becoming new inhabitants of the New World. They brought advanced technology, culture, and ideas, while also injecting a continuous stream of vitality into this land. These courageous pioneers, undeterred by hardships and dangers, worked diligently on this unfamiliar land, striving to carve out their own niche.
With the continuous increase in the number of immigrants, the plantation economy flourished like mushrooms after rain. Vast lands were reclaimed into fertile farmlands, where various crops thrived. The colonists made full use of the unique natural conditions of the area, cultivating cash crops such as cotton, tobacco, and coffee on a large scale, and greatly improving production efficiency by introducing a large number of cheap laborers through the slave trade.
However, the apparent prosperity could not conceal the bloody reality. Plantation owners from the Old World were capable of anything for wealth. Relying on advanced firearms, they plundered slaves on a large scale, while the divided local elven tribes sold the captives they captured in each of their wars to the plantation owners as slaves.
If the elves still held a mysterious and powerful impression of the Old World, then for the people of the New World, it was nothing but cold, hard wealth.
However, not everyone will sit idly by, and over the years, there have been those who have shattered this illusion.
"I love the smell of Buffalo Plains, wild, with the wind howling freely."
“Commander Guevara…”
“Vanilla, I’ve told you before, what you call Colombia refers to much more than just this land.”
"Why were those colonists able to enslave you? Because they had a vast nation behind them—a nation, not a loose tribe. People from across the ocean were able to utilize the entire land of the Buffalo Plain."
Che Guevara roams on horseback. The colonists brought not only new technologies, but also livestock—horses.
There were no horses in the modern sense on this continent, which the indigenous people called "Columbia." The lack of domesticable livestock prevented the local indigenous people from developing a relatively centralized civilization.
The local elf named Vanilla was one of the few natives that Guevara came into contact with. Guevara bought her from a slave owner, and in recent years, under Guevara's influence, this intelligent young elf has become increasingly closer to civilized people.
"That's why I resigned from my official post. I'm not someone who can sit still; I can't stand by and watch the suffering around me."
“The problem is that I can’t help you. You said that from one end of the Buffalo Plain to the other, tribes fought each other. I saw you retreating all the way from Abrachia to the Buffalo Plain. You didn’t unite to win your future together.”
Guevara observed that the indigenous people, who were originally widely distributed east of the Abraham Mountains, had been continuously expanding their territory to the frontier of those massive mountains through several pioneering campaigns launched by the New World authorities over the years.
He thought to himself that the Buffalo Plains was a land of exceptional natural beauty, and there was no better agricultural region than this. He had personally grown corn there, and the soil and climate were far superior to those in Savoy.
"Yes, sir, I know, but vanilla can't stop them. There are just too many people in the tribe. They don't understand this principle and are deceived by those bad gentlemen. The bad gentlemen give them rifles in exchange for slaves. When the tribe has too many people, the bad gentlemen attack. When the tribe has too few people, they sell them rifles."
The elves' original longbows, blowpipes, and magic are increasingly being replaced by rifles, which are regarded as "divine weapons" by some remote tribes.
But the problem isn't there; it's that the vast majority of the indigenous people on this land are unaware that their homes are being swallowed up.
Guevara personally ended Halvin's aristocracy, and he vowed to also eliminate slave laborers from this land called Colombia.
The two rode their horses across the mountains, where the horizon stretched endlessly, flat and long. The vanilla came from a large tribe called Arcadia, just beyond the Buffalo Plain.
Guevara recalled Alice's words before he left. The petite woman had told him: "Don't sit in that seat and look. See with your own eyes and measure with your own feet. Only then will you understand the truth behind all the embellishments."
Egalitarianism doesn't fall from the sky; it comes from struggle and revolution.
He glanced one last time at the east coast, then rode off into the Buffalo Plains without looking back.
"News from the Office of the Management of New World Affairs in Amerinsia, February 658: Consul Mr. Guevara announced his resignation, to be replaced by the Vice Consul."
"May Amelia protect us."
Alice smiled as she read the news in the newspaper: "As expected, those who bear the name of guerrillas won't be content sitting in that position."
Regardless of what the future holds, the world is struggling to move into the next decade.
Raffarin Lo stood behind Alice, looking at her with a hint of sadness in her eyes. She had just received news, news that could change her future.
An echo from forty thousand years ago, from the very essence of this planet, from the planet's own consciousness.
Compared to this crisis, even a world war pales in comparison. These civilizations haven't even invented the atomic bomb yet, but the crisis facing this planet requires hundreds of millions of atomic bombs.
How many years would it take to wipe out an army of out-of-control automated defense robots? What kind of suffering would one have to endure as a biological intelligence node in a high-radiation environment?
Raffarin Lo glanced at the figure on the sofa, then silently turned off the display on her terminal, keeping everything to herself.