1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 24 [Rainy day for the high priest]

"The reason you just said is very good." Rainy Day liked the horse whistle's theory very much. "Alcohol should indeed be regarded as a medicine, not a food."

On the issue of wine, the two chatted casually for a few more words.

And after only a few short exchanges, Ma Shao's previous judgment on rainy days by judging people by appearances was confirmed-this person is indeed knowledgeable or intelligent.

It is obvious that the High Priest has an exceptionally developed language ability.

His power of speech is so great that it is not difficult for anyone who has a conversation with him to detect it.

Compared with the language systems that have been written for many years, such as Chinese and English, the language of the Indians is obviously immature. There is no written language, let alone speaking, and there are some deficiencies in oral expression.

The language itself is not mature enough, coupled with the lack of education and no language classes, the language ability of most people is at a relatively low level.

Since the rebirth of Horse Whistle, an intuitive experience in daily life is that interpersonal communication is difficult, especially when complex information is involved.In his previous life, he could complete a conversation in 1 minute, but now it may take 2 minutes.

This is not his problem. In fact, his Apache language skills are very good, and it is often more difficult for other tribesmen to communicate with each other.

For a few years, Ma Shuo had become accustomed to this inefficient interpersonal communication until he met the High Priest.

The same Apache language that comes from other people's mouths is inarticulate and vague, but it is orderly and watertight when spoken from rainy days.

Ma Shao even felt that Rainy Day might be the person with the highest language proficiency in the entire Apache tribe.

Against the backdrop of other people, talking to rainy days is almost like a treat.

On the other hand, the high priest actually had a similar feeling. Ma Shuo was the person with the highest level of Apache language he had ever seen besides himself.

Finally, he no longer needs to teach while speaking like a language teacher.It was a relief to him.

"By the way, I noticed that many warriors of the Sleeping Bear Clan seem to be equipped with stirrups? That's the kind of horse riding tools used by white people." The conversation changed on a rainy day and asked about the stirrups.

"To be precise, everyone is equipped with stirrups." The whistle nodded.

"Is this the source of your strength?" Rainy Day obviously didn't use the stirrups himself.

"One of the sources." Ma Whistle said as he brought his own bow, "The other source is the strong bow in our hands."

On a rainy day, I took the strong bow and fiddled with it for a while.

He has a thin figure and a gentle temperament. He should have no combat experience, but horseback riding and archery are the basic skills of the Apache people.

Therefore, he could still feel the extraordinaryness of this bow, and then he couldn't help sighing: "It seems that there is a great craftsman in the Sleeping Bear Clan. He also designed your wooden stirrups, right?"

"It's not great." Ma Shao said with some embarrassment. Although he was a human being in two lifetimes, this was the first time he came into contact with this word.

"Why can't we talk about it, this bow—" Rainy Tian seemed to realize something suddenly, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

Immediately, he looked at the horse post in disbelief: "Could it be... Could it be that the craftsman is you?"

"It's right here." The horse whistle said.

The high priest looked at him blankly, and it took a while to recover from his surprise, but then, a flash of thought and hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Ma Shao was taken aback by this change of expression.

He shouldn't suspect that I'm bragging, right?

However, it turned out that Ma Shao was thinking too much, Rainy Day seemed to trust him very much, and did not doubt the authenticity of the matter at all.

"Although I am not a qualified fighter, I believe this is a great creation." Rainy Tian plucked the strong bowstring, "And you are undoubtedly a great creator."

"This is not a creation." Ma Shao said, "The white people must have mastered similar or even more advanced technologies long ago."

This is the truth.

He didn't understand cold weapons in his previous life, and he had never been on the battlefield. The 100% pure bow and arrow is a layman, and the strong bow used by the Mianxiong clan is just based on his knowledge of mechanics.

Although he has always favored the present and underestimated the past, if he said that this can reach the level of high-end bows and arrows in the [-]th century, it would be too small to underestimate the ancients.

Ma Shao even suspected that the bow and arrow he designed might not even reach the level of the Chinese Han Dynasty—he still knew the allusion of Li Guang shooting a tiger.

That is to say, the bow and arrow technology of the Indians is too primitive, so the bow he designed can be revealed.

Of course, it is also possible that he really inadvertently figured out some advanced technical details, but he feels that this possibility can be ignored.

"It makes sense." The high priest obviously had a clearer understanding of the power of white people, "but you also created it by relying on your own wisdom."

He returned the strong bow to the horse whistle, and then hesitated: "I wonder if you would like to let people from other clans also equip your stirrups, bows and arrows?"

"Of course." Ma Shuo said without hesitation. He never thought this was a question that needed to be considered. "Not only the clan, but also our brother tribes."

"Even our brother nations, the Kiowa, the Navajo, all the Native peoples who are willing to unite, they deserve sharper weapons."

Hearing the words on a rainy day, I couldn't help being a little moved.

Many Indians in this era are still at a loss, ignorant on the road leading to despair.But there are also many Indians who are sober, even sober to the point of tragedy.

Rainy days are the latter.He wanted the Indians to work together, but he didn't think that was possible.

But there was a strange firmness in Ma Shao's words, which was beyond his imagination. He didn't know how to describe it, let alone how to understand it.

This made him feel a little difficult to calm down.

He calmed his expression: "Since this is the case, I will trouble you. But after yesterday's battle, the Arapaho people should not come again in a short time. We have enough time to equip all the people with stirrups and strong bows."

The two talked for a few more words, and then left on a rainy day.

Horse Whistle returned to the crowd of the Sleeping Bear Clan. As soon as he came back, Stone Crow couldn't help saying: "You shouldn't anger the chief."

"The High Priest will help me persuade the Great Chief." Ma Whistle said.

"This may not be useful. Even if it is useful, it will be difficult to change the chief's impression of you." Stone Crow sighed, "He didn't have a good impression of you the first time he saw you."

The horse whistle didn't speak, he didn't really care much.

After a while.

"By the way, why don't I know anything about your father?" Shi Crow asked, "It's the one you just talked about about spirits."

(End of this chapter)