1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 144 [There is a serious illness]

Leaving aside the impending California Gold Rush next year, it's a pretty dodgy plan.

However, it was clear that the Great Chief Horse Whistle had already made a decision, so the congressmen didn't say much, and most of them expressed their approval with some doubts.

It wasn't until the end of the meeting that Rain couldn't help asking alone: ​​"Are you sure you're going to build a new city in California? And you're going there yourself?"

"Sure." Said the horse whistle.

I adjusted my sitting posture on a rainy day: "You have to know that it may take two or three months to go to California from here. By the time you come back, the Mexican-American War may have been over."

Horse Whistle: "But California is really important. It's the only coastline we have a chance of getting. We have to act sooner, or we may not have a chance when there is a large influx of white immigrants."

Rainy day hesitated for a moment: "But...is it too early, or too urgent?"

"We can completely build a new city a few hundred kilometers to the west, and build another one every few hundred kilometers, and extend our influence to California in a few years."

The horse whistle was silent for a moment: "This is indeed a good plan, but do as I said. I will take some people and set off for California in a few days."

He patted Yu Tian on the shoulder: "During my absence, the affairs of the tribe will be handed over to you."

Frowning on a rainy day, he didn't speak for a long time.

Ma Whistle smiled: "Let's take this as a test for me, a test for the Apache tribe...to see if the tribe can continue to function well without me."

This era always gave him a sense of precarious crisis, not only because of his identity as an Indian, but also because of the level of productivity in this era.

Especially the efficiency of information exchange.

The telegraph has not been popularized on a large scale. In a desolate place like the Midwest of the United States, a person can disappear suddenly and silently. Beast poisonous insects, hunger, disease, and bandits can all be the reasons.

So from time to time, Mashao would think about such a question: If one day he died suddenly, how would the Apache tribe develop?How far can you go?
As a teacher, he knows the truth of teaching people to fish, or this is his job.

If the Apaches languished without him, he would certainly have failed in his work.

As estimated on a rainy day, it would take a year and a half for Ma Shao to go back and forth.

According to the original history, early next year will be the end of the Mexican-American War.

With the spread of the Browning pistol, the current timeline of the world has obviously been disturbed.

In the end, this war may end later, or it may end earlier. When the horse sentry returns, the war is likely to be over.

I hope that the Apache tribe will be able to operate stably in this year and a half.

In fact, he still has some confidence. After all, the last epidemic happened when he was out, and the rainy day and others handled it very properly.

A few days later, Mashao completed the formation of the "Westward Team".

There were a total of 300 people in the west marching team, 100 of them were regular soldiers, well-trained and well-equipped, with one rifle and two Browning pistols.

There are not many supplies to carry, mainly food and various necessary tools, which can be regarded as light and simple.

There are two horses per person, and the most living animals in the tribe are horses.

April day.

Early in the morning, the sky was bright, and the cool mist permeated the field.

The horse post and the 300 people from the Westward Team were ready to go, and left Sleeping Bear City from the west gate.

Seeing this team that was about to advance [-] kilometers to the west, many clansmen waved goodbye at the gate of the city.

Those who have close relatives and friends in the team will inevitably feel sad and cry.

"Brother Whistle...how about you take me with you." The little sparrow held the hand of the whistle with red eyes.

Ma Shuo stroked her hair: "I'll be back in a few months, don't worry about me."

"Brother Whistle..." She lowered her head.

Ma Shao smiled again: "After I leave Sleeping Bear, don't forget your homework. When I come back, I will specially inspect you."

The little sparrow didn't speak.

Ma Shao then looked at the rainy sky and instructed again: "I will leave the matter of the tribe to you."

"I understand." Rainy day nodded solemnly.

"Let's go, warriors marching west." The horse whistle turned over and rode on the majestic black front, and said at the same time.

"咴-"

There were bursts of horses singing, and the team was like a slowly starting train, gradually speeding up amidst the rhythmic sound of horseshoes, heading west.

Ma Shao looked back again, this time he suddenly noticed that there was another petite figure among the farewell crowd.

The girl in the white dress squeezed through the crowd with difficulty, and finally leaned out when the horse whistle was about to be submerged in the fog.

"Millie..." Horse Whistle murmured, and the mist blocked his sight.

During this long trip, he didn't feel any sadness about parting, but at this moment, his mood suddenly became like the fog around him, feeling lost.

The horse whistle saw Millie, but he suspected that Millie, who had squeezed out of the crowd at the last moment, might not have seen him.

Because he knows that his eyesight is better than almost everyone's. At the same distance, he can see others, but others may not be able to see him...

This inexplicable depression lasted for many days.

Until one of the dudes in the team managed to divert his thoughts and attention.

"Nonsense, how should we go on the road ahead, south or north?" Ma Shao turned his head and asked.

The guide Nonsense is a thin young man with two dimples on his face and a very sunny smile. He said enthusiastically, "It's all right, Great Chief."

"All right?" Ma Shao frowned slightly.

"Yes, you can go north, you can also go south." Nonsense further explained, "It's just that it takes one month longer to go north than to go south."

"..." Ma Shao didn't know what to say.

Du Wang couldn't help it anymore: "I said, can you stop talking such useless nonsense!"

Nonsense replied: "How can this be said to be useless? No matter how useless it looks, it may be useful, and no matter how useful it seems, it may be useless."

After getting along for a period of time, Ma Shuo and even most of the team understood why Nonsense was called this name.

This person's nonsense is not ordinary, and almost every time he opens his mouth, it is a nonsense.

For another example, a few days later, when the westward team was hit by a rainstorm and was embarrassed to take shelter from the rain, someone said: "Oh, I don't know when the rain will end."

The nonsense next to him looked up at the sky, and opened his mouth: "It doesn't look like it will be soon, but it probably won't be too long. We will know when the rain stops."

Ma Shao couldn't help but glanced at him, and couldn't help thinking: This kid is probably suffering from a serious illness...

(End of this chapter)