1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 11 [Choosing a War Horse]

In an open space in the territory of the Mianxiong Clan, a dozen people stood together. These people were not very old, and some looked only seven or eight years old.

Among them was a tall, heroic young man with bushy hair reaching his shoulders. He was holding a strong bow and aiming at an arrow target a hundred meters away.

His upper body was naked, revealing solid muscle lines, and as he drew the bow, the muscles on his arms showed a kink-like shape of steel bars.

After a while, there was only a sound of "咻", and the bow and arrow came out from the string, and it was fleeting.

"Where's the arrow?"

"Go and have a look!" A group of teenagers ran to the archery target, trying to find the flying arrow that suddenly disappeared.

However, the horse whistle who had just shot the arrow stood there, looking down at the bow in his hand, stroking his chin with a pensive look on his face.

This bow was designed and manufactured by him and has been improved many times.

The technology of the Indians is very backward, and it is still at the level of stone tools. The occasional introduction of some industrial products from the outside cannot change anything in essence.

As far as bows and arrows are concerned, Horse Whistle estimates that the bow and arrow technology of Indians may be thousands of years behind other civilizations at the same time.

The reason why he thought so was because the performance of the bow and arrow he designed was far superior to the bow and arrow used by the tribe.And he can be said to know nothing about bow and arrow design.

He designed this bow entirely by relying on his knowledge of mechanics on paper and his accumulated experience in Indian society over the past few years.

Ma Shao didn't believe it was because he had a talent for cold weapons that he hadn't noticed. In his opinion, it was more likely that the bows and arrows made by the tribe were too spicy.

It's normal to think about it. The tools used by the Indians are stone axes and bone knives, and there are very few metal tools, all of which were brought by the whites after the invasion.

If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools. Without metal tools, the level of processing and manufacturing will of course not improve, and it will linger in the primitive stage for a long time.

Horse Whistle was able to design and improve this bow, thanks to the metal dagger that had been looted from the white man's corpse.In order to popularize better bows and arrows for the clansmen, with the help of the chief and the stone crow, he concentrated the metal tools of the entire clan.

"The arrow is here, I found it!"

"The target was shot through!" The teenagers who found the arrow couldn't help exclaiming, and then ran back.

"Brother Whistle, you are so strong, even my father can't do this kind of thing." A fat boy said, looking at Whistle with admiration in his eyes.

Ma Whistle smiled: "It's because the bow has become stronger, and my strength is not that great."

"Not big? Are you mocking us?" The little beast couldn't help complaining, "I can't break one of your hands with two of my hands!"

It has been almost four years since Ma Shao came to this world, and he has just passed his 13th birthday.

Although he is only 13 years old, thanks to his long-term adherence to reasonable diet and exercise, and of course some innate factors, his physique is very outstanding, with a height of at least 1.7 meters.

Considering that the height of men in the nineteenth century was generally more than 1.6 meters, this is definitely a relatively rare tall man.Moreover, his height is still growing rapidly, and he has grown by about three centimeters in the past two months.

In addition to his height, the horse whistle is also very muscular, with the eight-pack abs he dreamed of in his previous life. When he exerts himself, his body will show muscle lines like steel kinks, full of strength.

At the age of 13, he looks more like a burly youth.

It is precisely because of this that many people began to call him "Brother Whistle" or "Shaozi" instead of "Little Whistle" in the past. After all, he can't be called small.

The strength of the horse whistle is also the same as the physique, which is far superior to that of his peers, and even most adults cannot match it.The little bastard is relatively thin, let alone two hands, four hands may not be able to beat him in arm wrestling.

Ma Shao is very satisfied with such development results, and the efforts of the past few years have not been in vain.

"Brother Whistle, it's time for horse selection, let's go back." Feng Sheng said.

He is half a year older than Ma Siao, but like other teenagers, he calls Ma Siao Brother Whistle, even some people who are a few years older than Ma Siao also call him that, such as messy hair.No one finds this odd.

"Okay, let's go back to the camp." Ma Shao nodded, with some anticipation in his heart.

Soon he will have his own steed.

Apaches generally get their own war horse at the age of thirteen or fourteen, in fact as part of the rite of passage.

Ma Shuo and several teenagers who are similar to his age will choose their own horses this morning and become a real warrior.

In the clan, Tiao Ti is mainly responsible for raising horses. He is in his 30s, with a square face and a short build.

He is a good horse breeder. Thanks to his excellent work, the clan's horse herd is growing day by day, and now there are more than six hundred horses.

Six hundred horses not only means that all the war needs of the clan can be met, but also means that the clan has a certain degree of immunity from famine.

If the clan encountered a famine some year and could not find the buffalo herds, these horses would undoubtedly help them through a difficult period.

Tiao Ti always stays with horses, and today is no exception. He looked at the horse whistle, the sound of the wind, and the little beast walking not far away, and said with a smile: "It seems that you can't wait."

"Let's pick and choose." He pointed to the group of horses behind him.

"It's best for you to choose a horse that is two or three years old. The pony is more docile and can grow up with you and get to know each other better."

Under the guidance of Jumping Hoof, several teenagers found their favorite war horses one after another. As he said, they were all two or three-year-old ponies that were about to grow up.

Except for the horse whistle.

At first he also wanted to follow Leap Hoof's advice and choose a sub-adult pony, but he was too big for most ponies to bear.

It seems that I can only pick an adult horse...

Ma Shao secretly sighed, being too tall also has disadvantages.

He walked up to a herd of tall grown horses, ready to choose one of them.

"Wait a minute." Unexpectedly, Tiao Tiao said suddenly, "Whistle, come with me, here is a horse that may be more suitable for you."

The horse whistle turned his head, and then followed the jumping hoof that was beckoning to him.

They passed among the horses, and after a while, they saw a black horse, which was lying on the grass at this time, as if basking in the sun.

This black horse has a shiny black coat and looks quite handsome, but other than that, there seems to be nothing special about it.

The black horse turned a blind eye to the whistle and jumping hooves, and still lay lazily on the ground, flicking its tail from time to time.

"it……"

Tiao Ti smiled: "In terms of body shape, it is just right for you. It is only two years old, but its body shape is about the same as that of an adult horse. In the future, it will grow tall and mighty, just like you."

"But its personality is different from yours." He spread his hands, "Don't look at its lazy appearance now, but among so many horses I have raised, it is the most fierce and aggressive, and I hardly care about it. Dare to touch it."

(End of this chapter)