Chapter 760 - 476: Surprise (Part 2)

Chapter 760: Chapter 476: Surprise (Part 2)

Every word.

Was a key to a sealed Chapter of history.

Opening the door to an era that was both magnificent and filled with hardship and sacrifice.

The crowd listened in silence, as if transported back to that war-torn age, witnessing the heroic figures of their ancestors who threw themselves onto the battlefield without hesitation to protect their homeland.

On the screen behind the podium.

Accompanying the old veteran’s deeply emotional and world-weary narration.

A series of old photographs of Indigenous warriors from that era slowly faded into view.

The people in the photos came from different Indigenous groups: Inuit, Athabasca people, Aleut People, Yupik People, Denaina People, Mi’ute People, Inupiat people, Lingit People, Haida People, and Chinook People.

And the photos featured figures of all ages.

The eyes of young children showed fearlessness, the young people overflowed with vigorous energy, the faces of the middle-aged were etched with steadfastness and responsibility, and even the elderly displayed unflinching courage.

In the photos, there was no racial hatred, only unity and the resolve to protect their home.

They made no distinctions among themselves; regardless of which tribe they came from, they were all fighting for their common homeland.

Every face was filled with fighting spirit—a firm conviction to defend their land, their culture, and their families at any cost.

It was as if these photographs transcended time and space.

They transmitted the passion and fire of that era to every Indigenous person present.

The conference hall was utterly silent, as if time itself had frozen in that moment.

Every Indigenous Chief and leader in attendance wore a solemn expression, their eyes locked on the changing photos on the screen.

In their eyes.

Was reverence for their ancestors and remembrance of that history.

And even more so, the pride and honor of being descendants of the Indigenous People.

However, as the narration went on, the old veteran’s voice grew hoarse, and his strength began to wane.

His voice started to weaken, and his body began to tremble slightly.

Seeing this, a staff member hurried forward to help the old veteran off the stage and back to his seat.

The moment the old veteran sat down.

Everyone in the audience rose to their feet in unison, erupting into thunderous applause.

The applause, as loud as thunder, echoed in every corner of the hall for a long time.

Some tribal chiefs, unable to contain their excitement, even let out their tribes’ unique war cries.

The stirring war cries sounded as if the battle shouts of their ancestors were echoing across time, releasing the surging emotions in their hearts.

Amid the thunderous applause and war cries, the atmosphere in the hall reached its peak.

Only after a long while did the fervent atmosphere slowly calm down.

At this moment.

Governor Walker once again strode to the podium with a steady gait.

His expression was solemn and serious, his tone filled with admiration.

Looking out at the audience, he sincerely praised the great contributions the Indigenous People had made to protect their homeland.

At the same time, the screen behind Governor Walker quietly changed.

A map of Alaska appeared before the crowd.

However, this was not the map everyone was used to seeing. It had been meticulously divided into twelve regions.

Each region was filled with a different colored block.

And each block was clearly labeled with a name, making it easy to understand at a glance.

Feng Shan’s eyes quickly scanned the map.

Soon, he found the Far North Tundra Region.

It was marked by the Brooks Range as a dividing line, filled in with an orange block that stood out prominently among the other regions.

This region was vast, stretching from Gordon Town in the far east all the way to Boente Hope Town in the far west, covering a large expanse of the vast Arctic permafrost and a long, winding coastline.

Governor Walker walked confidently and composedly to the side of the map.

He held a microphone in one hand and took a laser pointer out of his pocket with the other.

The red dot moved, landing on the colored regions of the map.

"Everyone, based on in-depth discussions at the Indigenous Tribal Alliance conference and deliberations with the Alaska State Government, we have decided to rationally divide Alaska into twelve regions based on the area of the Indigenous Reserves." Governor Walker paused, his gaze sweeping over the audience, then continued, "At the same time, we will establish twelve FAGT Territorial Guard units, one in each of these twelve regions."

The audience immediately erupted.

Even though they already knew this news and understood why they had come to Juneau for the meeting.

Seeing the FAGT’s establishment with their own eyes still filled them with an inexplicable excitement.

"Aren’t there thirteen Indigenous regions? Why are there only twelve guard units?" Feng Shan asked in a low voice, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Jeff, sitting in the row behind, heard Feng Shan’s question and leaned forward. "There were originally thirteen," he whispered. "The thirteenth is the Native Corporation, but since 1971, its members are no longer considered residents of Alaska. They only retained land rights and resource allocation."

"So, in practice, only these twelve regions are participating in this regional division and the formation of the guard."

’So that’s how it is?’

Feng Shan nodded slightly, lost in thought.

But he quickly realized that having the FAGT Territorial Guard was indeed a good thing.

This way, the security of the Indigenous Reserves would be guaranteed.

The awful situation of calling the state police one day and not seeing them even by the next would surely improve drastically.

At that thought, Feng Shan seemed to remember something and lowered his voice again.

"Then who’s in charge of the Far North Tundra Region? Where will they be stationed? How far is it from the Crown Territory?"

Faced with this barrage of questions.

Jeff didn’t hesitate at all, instead giving a very direct answer. "You. You’re the FAGT head for the Far North Region."

"What?!"

Feng Shan was so shocked he almost jumped out of his chair, his eyes wide with disbelief.

His gaze immediately shot toward Chief Welta.

There was no way Jeff could make a decision like this. With his status and influence, he wasn’t nearly qualified.

The only ones who could decide something so important were people at the Elder Chief’s level.

’I can’t believe he dug such a huge pit for me.’

Feng Shan instantly came to his senses.

’No wonder he’d been rushing me to get from Sagewang to Juneau City without stopping.’

’So this is what was waiting for me.’

’And he called it a surprise.’

’This isn’t a surprise, it’s a damn shock, okay?’

’Wait!’

Feng Shan suddenly realized something.

Chief Welta’s territory was mainly in central Alaska.

Logically, the Wild Bull Tribe’s reach didn’t extend to the Far North Tundra.

’Looks like this must have involved locals. It was probably a conspiracy.’

At this thought, Feng Shan stealthily shifted his gaze toward the area where the Inuit Chiefs were seated.

Louis, Pete, and the other Inuit leaders seemed to notice Feng Shan’s searching gaze.

They all turned their heads, wearing smiles that seemed friendly and trusting.

’Smile my ass! You old schemers!’

Feng Shan couldn’t help but curse them silently, his heart filled with resentment.

These people had clearly ganged up to dig this huge pit for him.

Last time, being made the so-called Sheriff of the Far North Region had already been a huge pain.

He had spent that time frantically flying all over the place to handle cases, and had barely managed to cope with great effort.

And now this.

They’d saddled him with another title: head of the Far North Region’s FAGT Territorial Guard.

’Aren’t they just pushing me into another pit of fire?’

’Can’t you guys just pick on someone else for a change?’

Thinking of this, Feng Shan felt a headache coming on and complained bitterly to himself.

Just then, Chief Welta, sitting beside him, seemed to sense Feng Shan’s overflowing irritation and dissatisfaction. He raised a hand to gently pat Feng Shan’s arm, trying to soothe him, and said in a low voice.

"Feng, I know you have a lot of questions right now. I’ll tell you the reasons after the meeting. Trust me, I wouldn’t do you any harm."

"You’d better have a reasonable explanation."

Feng Shan snorted coldly, shot Chief Welta a sideways glance, and said no more.

He was still fuming inside, feeling like a puppet being manipulated at will.

This bunch of Indigenous leaders had planned everything behind his back.

And he had been kept in the dark, only to be pushed onto the stage at the last moment.

However, in the middle of a meeting, Feng Shan couldn’t very well lash out. He could only suppress his emotions and sit quietly in his chair.

’If Chief Welta and that gang of old Inuit fossils...’

’...can’t give me a reasonable explanation...’

’...I’m not letting this go, no matter what.’

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