1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 35 [Fighting Arapaho Again]

The matter of the white woman caused some waves, and no one could understand Ma Whistle's thoughts.

To the vast majority of Apaches, the horse post was a clear-cut act of destroying property, and for seemingly no reason at all.

In fact, it is easy for the horse post to calm down.

As long as he claimed, in the name of a shaman, that he had received a revelation from a great spirit that killing the white woman would save him from a disaster, no one would care about it immediately.

But as before, he didn't say that because he had an instinctive resistance to strange powers and chaos, so he had to go to see the chief of the tent and the chief of the oak.The tent guard was his boss, and Oak was the bald-headed boss, so the two asked the reason for the horse post.

"Why did you do that?" Tenten Shou asked, frowning.

Under the mediation of the rainy day, the relationship between the tent guard chief and the horse post has improved, but this incident has deepened his dissatisfaction with the horse post.

Chief Oak also looked at the horse whistle, waiting for his answer.

"Rape and abuse are not what a soldier should do...I just want to give her a good time." Ma Whistle said.

"She's white." The tent guard interrupted him, "How can you defend white people?"

Oak's attitude was better, and he said slowly: "This is how white people treat us. My wife's sister had the same experience. She was tortured to death by white soldiers... We should also treat white people in the same way. Fair, isn't it."

Ma Shao really didn't know what to say. On the one hand, he knew that it was almost impossible to convince his tribe, or any nation or country in this era, on this issue. On the other hand, he didn't think of a good enough reason. .

According to his mode of thinking, in order to persuade a person to do something, he must explain the value of this thing.

And Ma Shuo will not talk about some illusory things, such as "the reason why human beings are human", what he wants to explain is always the value of reality, which is as clear and specific as physics.

So what is the value of not harming white civilians and captives?
In order for the whites not to harm their own civilians and captives?In order to occupy the moral high ground?Or to make it less hard for the whites to fight the Indians--take captives anyway?

For the Indians at this time, these reasons were not convincing, and most people even couldn't figure out the logical relationship among them.

"Isn't it enough to kill her with one shot? To death by torture, what is the difference between us and white people." After all, the horse whistle failed to give a reason enough to convince the Indians.

"Why is there no difference?" Oak said, "Although it is all killing and abuse, but white people are aggression, we are revenge, it is not the same thing."

Keeping the tent said again: "We can't be kind to the enemy, there is no doubt about it!"

Rainy day said at this time: "Horse Whistle's integrity is as innate as his strength. I think this is just a small mistake. I am willing to pay for his bald head, Oak Chief."

"Compensation is not necessary. It's just a white man who is about to die, and his bald head has nothing to lose." Oak waved his hands, "I also understand horse whistle. Any 13-year-old boy will have some naive thoughts, even if he Such geniuses are no exception."

Guarding the tent and looking at the horse whistle: "I hope you don't make the same mistake again, you are now the war chief of the plain tribe."

"I understand." Horse whistle nodded.

After a while, he left the great chief's tent, followed by Rainy Day, and asked, "Frankly speaking, I'm also a little surprised, why did you behave like that? Although I know you are upright, it's still a bit... ..."

The horse whistle was silent for a while, and then patted Yu Tian on the shoulder: "As you said, you are born with it."

It was forgotten after a few days.

After all, to the Apaches, it was just a white captive.

Mashao's life has also returned to the old rhythm. Every day, he is either teaching in the literacy class or leading the pistol unit for training.

In a blink of an eye, it was October.

The great enemy of the north, the Arapaho, has so far remained so silent that the Apaches almost thought they had retreated to the Colorado Plateau and never came out again.

But the Arapaho people are the Arapaho people after all. As the most militant of all Indian tribes, how could they give up and give up the plan of the southern expedition because of a small failure before.

So on this day, when the Apaches in the camp were enjoying the cool autumn wind, the dark clouds of war came again from the northern plateau.

"The Arapaho are coming!"

A few wounded cavalry returned to the camp, they were the clansmen responsible for patrolling.

At this moment, they looked very distressed, everyone was injured, and one was unconscious on horseback.

"How many are there?" asked the Great Chief Oak.

"Maybe there are 1000 people." The leader of the messenger was panting, his face was pale, and there was an arrow stuck in his arm, bleeding profusely. "This is a big battle."

A thousand Arapahos!
Everyone who heard this number changed face.

After all, the Arapaho people are already powerful in combat, and their numbers are about the same as their own total strength. Thinking about it makes people shudder.

After months of silence for the Arapaho, the big one is finally coming.

However, the Apaches were able to hold the stalemate with the Arapahos so far, and of course they were not timid people, so they did not hesitate and immediately prepared to fight.

Thousands of Apaches mounted war horses one after another, took weapons such as bows and arrows, tomahawks, wooden shields and guns, and waited for their approaching enemy.

"Didi——" Horse Whistle's unique whistle resounded throughout the camp, and now he was blowing the assembly number, or the assembly whistle.

Soldiers trained by him rallied at the sound and lined up with astonishing speed, standing at the forefront of all Apache fighters.

They looked different, with strange weapons and neat formations, in stark contrast to the rest of the more scattered clansmen.

"Do you still remember what I taught you?" The horse sentry watched the two hundred pistol cavalry, "Now is the time to test!"

He had no doubts about the combat effectiveness of this force.

"Hurrah!" the soldiers shouted in unison.

The 200-man pistol troop, each equipped with a Colt revolver and a bayonet, were neatly arranged in a horizontal formation, with a magnificent momentum.

Although other clansmen have long known the unique slogan of the pistol unit, they still cannot help being shocked when they hear this roaring cry on the battlefield.

Soon, a group of figures appeared on the plain ahead. They came on horseback, and the ground trembled slightly as they advanced.

The distance between the two sides shortened rapidly, and in a short while it was less than a kilometer.

At this moment, the horse whistle blew the charging whistle.

(End of this chapter)