1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 21 [Spirits]

"This is my brother's wine. There are many people who like it, but I don't like it. It tastes too strong, and I don't know how white people make it." Long Stick entered the tent and took out a wine bag, " Do you want a drink?"

"No, I use it to treat wounds." Horse Whistle took the wine bag.

"Treat the wound?" Long Stick looked blank.

Ma Whistle nodded, while pulling away his collar: "You have to be mentally prepared, this will hurt."

When the tense look appeared on Long Stick's face, the horse whistle opened the wine bag and poured the spirits onto the wound on his shoulder.

"Ah!" The long stick suddenly howled, sweating violently, and gasping for breath, "Hmph, ah, ah——"

After a while, the spirits were finally poured out, and he seemed to be about to collapse, and said palely, "I've lived for 24 years, and I've never felt such pain... Can it really heal wounds?"

"It's normal to feel pain, and any healing process is never going to be pleasant," Horse Whistle said.

After cleaning the wound, he found a sackcloth to bandage the long stick, and at the same time warned: "It is very important to keep the wound clean."

"Don't you need to apply herbs?" Long stick hesitated.In people's minds, herbal medicine and dancing are necessary healing methods.

"Spirits are fine." Ma Whistle said casually.

The Indian witch doctors are not separated, and the overfitting medical theory can be used directly as the setting of fantasy novels, including a large number of strange and weird treatment methods, such as Tiao Dashen and various wonderful herbal formulas.

Regarding these herbal medicines, Horse Whistle could not distinguish the good from the bad at all, the curative effect could not be determined, let alone the side effects, so he did not trust them.Alcohol's sanitizing effect, by contrast, is unquestionable and can certainly play some positive role.

Of course, as the saying goes, if a fool thinks a lot, he will gain something. There are also some things that surprised him in the extremely simple herbal medicine of the Indians, such as... penicillin.

That's right, that penicillin.

Some Indian witch doctors used mold scraped from trees in their treatments, apparently using the effects of penicillin, although the Indians just followed the experience handed down from their ancestors and did not understand the principle.

It's just that this crude way of using it is very inefficient and unsafe. It can't be said to be penicillin with impurities, but impurities with penicillin. Maybe even the bird droppings on the tree are scraped off and mixed well. .

Anyway, after knowing this treatment method, Ma Shao felt that unless he was about to die, he would never use this penicillin.

In fact, medicine in this era is generally not very good, and it is incomparable with modern medicine that can redefine death in the future.

Not to mention the Indians, even the American doctors of the same period would say "sometimes cure, often help, always comfort" such helpless sighs.

It can be seen that psychological comfort is the most common form of medicine in the nineteenth century and earlier, and healing is a blessing. It is not surprising that minor illnesses are cured into serious illnesses or even killed directly.

Of course, comfort does not mean that it is invalid. In fact, comfort can often play a positive role, and psychological suggestion is also a good medicine.

So Ma Shao thought for a while, and then said: "This is my unique formula, it's very magical, don't worry. You just need to be careful not to let the wound get dirty, and take a look after untying the bandage in a few days. The effect must be beyond your expectations."

Hearing the words, Long Stick couldn't help but relax a lot.

"Let's go and count the number of enemies killed." He thought of something, and immediately got out of the tent.

After a few minutes……

"What are you doing?" Long Stick looked at the horse whistle that was moving the corpse in confusion.

"These are the enemies I killed." Horse Whistle moved another Arapaho's corpse to an open space where he had already piled up two corpses.

The long stick shook the bloody scalp in his hand: "Just cut the scalp, you don't need to move the corpse, don't you know?"

"...I don't know how to scalp." He felt that it was too disgusting to let go of the horse whistle, even though it was a necessary skill for almost all warriors living in America, regardless of whites or Indians.

"let me help you."

"No, I'll just move the corpses. I won't be tired." The horse whistle is amazingly powerful, and it's easy to move a few corpses. In a short while, nine corpses were piled up in one place.

Of course, the Arapaho people he killed were more than nine, at least twelve or three, but some of the corpses could not be found. rare.

The Apache fighters who went to chase returned to the camp one after another. The battle was officially over, and the joy of victory filled the camp.

"What a beautiful counterattack! The chief of Arapaho is probably going to cry tonight, haha!"

"After this lesson, they probably will stop for a while."

"I think we should continue to chase just now and drive the Arapaho people back to the plateau!"

Among the Apaches, the soldiers of the Sleeping Bear clan were undoubtedly the most excited. Only one person died in the 20-member team, and none of the others were seriously injured.

The Arapaho they killed exceeded 50, and almost every one of them killed more than two enemies.

The nine corpses piled up beside him made the horse post the focus of everyone.

However, Ma Shao has no time to enjoy people's envy and admiration, but is busy treating the wounded.

The treatment method is the same as before. After the spirits are disinfected, use a clean linen cloth as a bandage to bandage the wound. Although it is simple, it is more or less effective.

During the treatment, the pain caused by pouring strong alcohol on the wound made all the wounded remember him, and they may never forget him in this life.

Of course, the wounded must have remembered his repeated words, such as "clean the wound" and "unique formula".

"nine!"

The great chief of the plain was shocked when he learned of the horse post's record, and he couldn't even believe it, but the nine corpses piled up in the camp and the testimony of other fighters made him believe that it was true.

"Mashao, I did not misread you, you are an outstanding warrior! I even think that you will become the war chief of the tribe in a short time!" He quickly recovered from the shock and turned to Mashao Beside, laughed and patted his shoulder.

"All the Apaches will remember your great achievements. At tomorrow's ceremony, I will award you nine eagle feathers on behalf of the Plains tribe!"

The vast majority of Indian warriors only have two or three eagle feathers in their entire lives. Nine eagle feathers is a great honor, but it also means a certain kind of power. For example, on the battlefield, those with more feathers can command those with fewer feathers people.

Ma Shao was not very excited about this, but only replied with some polite words, a few eagle feathers were not what he was after.

As the great chief said, in order to celebrate this victory, people held a celebration ceremony on the second day, not only the plain tribes, but all the Apache tribes stationed here participated in the ceremony.

In addition to guarding the tent, there were also three great chiefs from the Mezcalero tribe, the Jicarilla tribe, and the Chiricahua tribe.

The Apache Conference, composed of four great chiefs, is the highest command body of this thousand-man army.

(End of this chapter)