1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 34 [Humanitarianism]

The problem lies in this "woo lo," a catchphrase that many Indians like to shout, expressing certain passionate emotions.

The voice was sharp and sharp, and it sounded deterrent, but after the number of people increased, it brought a more noisy feeling.

Ma Shao felt that something should be changed.

"Soldiers, let me teach you a slogan." He told the soldiers to regroup and stand.

"The slogan is—Ulla!"

That's right, the horse whistle decided to change the clansman's "Woo" to "Ula". The two sound a bit similar, but the latter is obviously easier to shout in unison, and the pronunciation is thicker, which is more likely to generate a deterrent effect.

Russians like to shout this slogan, but in fact it is not just Russians. Many nations in history have similar slogans.

In fact, Ma Shao believes that this may be a habit passed down from millions of years ago. After all, he has always felt that the rapid "Woo" sounds a bit like a monkey.

"U-la!" He demonstrated again for the soldiers and asked them to shout together.

"U-la!"

After repeating it several times, everyone knew how to shout, and knew how to grasp the rhythm and try to be as consistent as others.

"Ula!" 200 people shouted at the same time, making a thunderous cry, with a terrifying momentum.

"Let's charge again, and add this slogan." The horse whistle said, and after a while, the charge horn was blown again, leading the crowd to charge.

Sure enough, the uniform cavalry wall and the uniform "Ula" sound pushed the momentum of the team to a new peak, like a torrent.

Time goes by slowly.

Ma Shao is busy with teaching and training soldiers every day. Seeing more and more literate clansmen, and watching the momentum of the pistol cavalry team get better day by day, I feel quite satisfied.

While he sometimes craves the battles that bring him prestige, a life of stability and fulfillment is not out of the question.

But the calm is broken, and often in unexpected ways.

"That's the end of this class. Everyone, let's take a break. In the next class, we will talk a little about American history." Horse Whistle announced, put down the chalk as usual, and turned to leave.

Most cadets are still playing card duels in the first place, and in fact, the game is why many attend literacy classes.

However, a few students ran away directly and rushed into a tent in the distance, which made Ma Shao look puzzled.

"What are they doing?" Ma Shao couldn't help asking the students beside him.

"Hey, teacher, don't you know?" A student showed a wretched look.

"?" The horse whistle was even more inexplicable.

"Let's go, teacher, we'll take you there." A few students booed, "There are good ones over there, which are more exciting than duel cards!"

With curiosity, Ma Shao followed several people to the tent.

But soon he frowned.

"Don't—please! Don't!" came the women's screams of pain and despair from inside the tent, speaking in English.

At this time, someone explained: "The bald head robbed a group of white farmers somewhere, and got a beautiful white woman. Everyone is queuing up! Haha!"

The Midwest is uninhabited, and due to the gathering of Indians here, it is rare to see white civilians, but there are still some after all.

So just like white people treat Indians, Indians often use the most brutal means to deal with whites, and no one will distinguish between soldiers and civilians.

The man cuts the scalp directly.

As for women, of course, "make the best use of everything" first, and then scalp.

"But teacher, if you go, they will definitely let you come first!"

"Hahaha!"

The students were still laughing and booing, but they didn't realize that Ma Shao's face had turned gloomy.

"Wow—" He stepped forward a few steps and threw open the tent.

The sun shone into the dimly lit tent, and the scene inside was just like what the practitioners described. A white woman was lying naked on the ground, surrounded by a dozen men.

"I beg you..." The woman was already covered in bruises, and even had her nipples bitten off, she was still begging bitterly.

The men in the tent couldn't understand her language, didn't care, beat and abused her, sewed and waited in line for their moment.

"Teacher Horse Whistle!"

"Give it up, our war chief is here!"

The next scene was also as described by the students. When many people saw the horse whistle coming in, they expressed their willingness to give up their seats and let him enjoy it first.

A stocky bald man was buried in his work—his baldness was not from baldness, but half of his scalp had been peeled off, and his hair was permanently replaced by a tragic scar.

He is bald headed.

When the bald head saw the horse whistle, he couldn't help but froze, his expression was a little embarrassed and hesitant: "Well, that...do you need me to let you?"

The horse whistle was silent for a while: "No need."

"Ha, thank you very much." The bald head showed joy, and quickly sped up his movements, trying to finish the job as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the horse whistle suddenly took out the revolver from his waist and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, the woman's screams stopped abruptly, and a bullet exhausted the kinetic energy in her skull, which also ended her pain.

Everyone was shocked and dazed, staring blankly at the horse whistle.

Horse whistle is also in a complicated mood.

In the past minute or so, many thoughts flashed through his mind.

His first thought was to save the victim, but he soon realized that he had no reason to do so, the Indians would not spare the white captives.

Humanism, even in the future more than 100 years later, only a few countries are willing to abide by it in practice, and they are often not strict.

Not to mention right now, killing all the old and young in the village or arresting them as slaves is the consensus on dealing with enemies.Those who talk about humanitarianism are either professors who give lectures to students on campus, or MPs who attack political opponents in parliament.

Ma Shao had no reason to let his tribe let a white man go, but as a Chinese in the 21st century who was deeply educated, he couldn't bear such an atrocity that happened before his eyes.

So he finally chose to shoot to end the pain of this white woman early.

After a brief silence.

The bald head put on his clothes angrily, and said, "What are you doing, she is my trophy, why do you kill her!"

Furious, he came to the horse whistle in a few steps, as if he wanted to teach the horse whistle a lesson.

But he didn't have the guts after all. The horse whistle gave him a cold look, and he suppressed his anger, but asked again: "What do you mean? Why do you want to kill my spoils? I'm even willing to let you enjoy it first." she!"

Ma Shao had no intention of explaining, sighed, and turned to leave.

Looking at his leaving back, the bald head stomped his feet resentfully: "Crazy!"

(End of this chapter)