1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 121 [We are not Indians either]

They saw a walled city, nowhere near the size of New York or St. Louis, but there were only a handful of larger cities in the entire Midwest.

And they know nothing about the city, it seems that it has not been around for a long time.

"When did there exist a city here?" Brigadier General Carney couldn't help but wonder, "It seems that at least 3000 people live here. Even in Missouri, there are not many such places."

No one answered his question.

Although in theory, a large area of ​​unincorporated territory nearby falls under the jurisdiction of this army, few people pay attention to it.In their view, Missouri is their residence and the absolute focus of their work.

The officer who was hesitant to speak just now was hesitant to speak again.

This time Carney noticed the change in his expression, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "Donivan, you don't look like a soldier at all. If you want to say something, just say it."

Donivan hesitated, "I'm not sure."

General Carney: "This is not a court!"

"Well, actually the city might—" Donivan nodded, and was about to say something.

However, at this moment, a soldier suddenly shouted: "General, a troop is coming!"

Carney and Donivan turned their heads to look forward, and then saw a cavalry team approaching here, with a number of about 200 people.

"Get ready for battle!" General Carney ordered first, although the other party didn't look like he was coming to fight.

He carefully observed the cavalry ahead.

The 200-man cavalry, apparently from the city, bore no marks of the American army, nor any of the Mexican army, nor did they appear to be Indians.

In fact, General Carney judged at first glance that the cavalry were not Indians.

Because this army looks too formal, with uniform uniforms, neat formations, and a red flag that has never been seen before.

Can the Indians have such a regular army?
Totally impossible.

Almost everyone thinks so.

Until as the distance shortened, they gradually saw the appearance of these cavalrymen.

A group of yellow people with feathers on their heads!
Undoubtedly, such an image can only belong to Indians.This regular cavalry team turned out to be Indians!

"It's an Indian!" Margoffin was astonished. "How is that possible?"

"What the hell, these Indians look more like a regular army than us." Some soldiers murmured.

"I'd rather believe they were Spanish."

"Their flag does look a little bit Spanish, I mean the colors."

Donivan said at this moment, "I think they might be the warriors of the Sleeping Bear Clan."

"Why?" General Carney asked.

Donivan hesitated: "I heard that the Sleeping Bear clan defeated the coalition of five tribes."

"One clan, defeating five tribes?" Ma Goffin blurted out, "Are you serious?"

"That's why I said 'not sure' just now." Donivan continued, "I also think this rumor is too outrageous, it may be false, or there may be deviations. But out of duty, I still find a few An Indian asked a little, and the result"

"What's the result?"

"It turns out that the rumors seem to be true." Donivan paused for half a second, "It seems that an unprecedentedly powerful chieftain appeared in the Sleeping Bear Clan. Shaped his clan and defeated all enemies with ease."

"The 'Children of the Sky' not only defeated all the hostile tribes, but also won their respect. He established an orderly and wealthy city, open to all Indians, and even white people became residents there."

"So I think that this well-dressed Indian cavalry can only belong to the Sleeping Bear clan."

After hearing this, everyone still felt unbelievable.

"Donivan, I remember you used to be a lawyer." An officer said with a smile.

Donivan froze for a moment: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I almost thought your past occupation was a bard."

Donivan didn't take it seriously: "Although this does sound like a story in a novel, at least three Indian chiefs and I have given almost the same description."

General Carney said at this time: "Well, we will know the truth in a moment."

The Indian cavalry on the opposite side had come close, only a few tens of meters away from them.

Then the cavalry was slowly divided into two parts separated by a few steps, most of them were behind, and a dozen people were in front.

Walking in the front was a young Indian who looked to be in his twenties and handsome.

This young man was unbelievably burly, riding a beast-like black horse, with nine eagle feathers pierced on his head, it was easy for anyone to see that this was definitely a formidable and invincible warrior on the battlefield.

General Carney had seen many powerful Indian warriors, some of whom were executed by himself.

In his view, bison-like strength is meaningless, even a symbol of stupidity and arrogance.He deeply thought that there were many muscular brats in the army, and they always had their physical arrogance written on their faces, which made him extremely disgusted.

For this reason, he also invented a set of "levels of wisdom"-only fools would yearn for well-developed muscles, slightly smarter people should practice marksmanship, smarter people should master tactics, and of course the smartest people should be like him The same strategizing.

According to this set of standards, his thin figure is not worth mentioning, and the contemptible ones are those reckless people who disgust him.

But at this moment, looking at the young Indian who was walking slowly in front of him, he didn't feel any contempt or contempt in his heart, almost none.

Because in addition to the extremely strong muscles, General Carney also vaguely felt something else in this young Indian.

Something he couldn't explain.

If he had to say it, he could barely describe it as "bookish" or "gentle". At least, this Indian didn't seem to care about his physical strength.

Facing a person who has strong muscles but doesn't care about them, no one dares to underestimate him.Because obviously, such a person has strength far more powerful than muscles.

As the Indians stopped, Carney also took a few steps forward: "Indians."

"European." He responded in fluent English.

Horse Whistle is now a master of English who has been practicing for a year and a half.With the help of a lot of oral communication in real life, his learning achievements in this year and a half are more than the accumulation of more than ten years in his previous life.

General Carney frowned slightly: "We are not Europeans."

"We are not Indians either." Horse Whistle smiled.

The colonists of course already knew that Native Americans were not Indians, but they didn't care and still used the term often.In fact, many Indians don't care about it themselves. It was not until later generations that this title was gradually regarded as impolite.

General Carney was silent for two seconds: "Are you Apaches?"

"Yes." The horse whistle said, neither humble nor overbearing, "General Stephen Carney from Fort Leavenworth."

(End of this chapter)