1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 39 [Sit up in shock from dying sickness]

"Mashao?" He didn't expect Mashao to be so ill on a rainy day, so he asked in a daze.

"Abaa..." Ma Whistle was still talking nonsense, his eyes were closed, and his body was trembling.

"His body is very hot now, probably because of the wound." Stone Crow sighed, "Several shamans and I have already danced a healing dance for him. May the Great Spirit bless our hero."

The people guarding the horse post were all praying, not only that, many other clansmen who heard the news were also praying silently.

After yesterday's legendary victory, all the Apache people regard the horse post as a hero, and many even believe that he is the messenger of the Great Spirit.

On a rainy day, he let out a long sigh and sat down silently.

His medical skills are similar to those of most shamans, but he is more self-aware. He clearly knows that many so-called healing methods are essentially for auspiciousness and have no actual effect.

In fact, so far, the most effective treatment methods he has seen are basically invented by the horse whistle, such as the "abdominal impact method" that can solve choking, and "artificial respiration".

If the Indians had only one real healer, it would undoubtedly be the horse sentinel himself, who was now seriously ill.

It seems that we can only resign ourselves to fate.

I hope the Great Spirit will continue to take care of Apache...

"I heard that the chief and the high priests are discussing how to deal with the captives?" Stone Crow asked casually.

"Yes." Yu Tian nodded, "The result of the discussion is—"

"Kill the crow!" At this moment, there was a noise outside, and the momentum expanded rapidly, and it was full of noise in a blink of an eye.

On a rainy day, his expression changed, he quickly opened the tent and left in a hurry.

"Rumble..."

"Wow wow..."

There was a thunderstorm outside.Nearly [-] Arapaho captives were collectively tied up in an open space. They had already been drenched by the heavy rain. They were covered in rainwater and mud, and looked in a state of embarrassment.

At this moment, hundreds of Apaches came to the captives with sharp knives, and they all shouted: "Kill the crow! Kill the crow!"

"Scalp him alive!"

Although most of the Arapaho couldn't understand what they said, they could probably guess from their posture and tone, and they all became nervous and angry.

The crow could understand Apache, and his face was cloudy for a while, then he sighed and took a few steps forward resolutely.

The rope connected him to his tribe, and he couldn't go any further.

"If you want to kill me, then do it!" Crow said slowly, "But I have one condition, after you kill me, you can't hurt other captives."

"Conditions?" Tent Shou came over with a knife and snorted, "What qualifications do you have to negotiate conditions now?"

The crow's face was blue and white, and finally knelt down: "Please... let them go!"

"You didn't let my son go." Shou tent remained unmoved, "You are indeed a courageous guy, but revenge is revenge. Not only I want revenge, but all the Apache people want revenge!"

After a pause, he said again: "The era of your Southern Expedition is over, and the next is the era of our Northern Expedition!"

"Northern Expedition! Northern Expedition!" The nearby Apaches shouted.

The crow gritted his teeth, turned his head and said to the tribe behind him in Arapaho language: "They want to kill the captives. Although we are tied up now, no matter what, we can't sit still!"

"Fight with them!" The Arapaho people also became angry, and all began to struggle to break free from the rope.

"What are you doing?" The guarding Apache warriors naturally noticed their attempt to break free.

But before the words fell, some Arapaho people knocked an Apache soldier to the ground, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Keeping the tent seemed to have expected it, and immediately said: "Kill them all!"

"Stop!" At this time, the rainy day rushed over, and he stood between the Apaches and the Arapaho, watching the tent, "Great chief, you can't kill them!"

Tent Shou's expression sank: "Get out of the way!"

"The Great Chief..."

"You still know that I'm your great chief?" Shou tent snorted coldly, "I order you, get out of the way immediately!"

Rainy day opened his mouth, but finally chose to obey, let out a long sigh, then lowered his head, turned and left silently.

At the same time, in the tent of the horse post.

"Kill the crow first, and the rest of the Arapaho people will wait until the weather clears?" Stone Crow blinked.

The mouse hunter nodded: "That's right, that's what the great chief decided."

"What's the difference between this and directly killing all the Arapaho captives... Given the crow's status in the hearts of the Arapaho people, if he is killed, the other captives will fight desperately until they are all killed." Stone Crow shook his head. .

The mouse hunter was startled when he heard the words, and then said nervously: "Teacher Ma Shao will definitely oppose the killing of prisoners, this..."

"That's right, but look at his current appearance, hey." Shi Ya looked at the horse whistle that was still high fever, and sighed.

"No, we have to try to wake up the teacher." The mouse hunter ran to the horse post, "Teacher, the great chief wants to kill the prisoners!"

Stone Crow was taken aback: "What are you doing!"

"Kill the prisoners?" However, at this moment, the horse whistle opened his eyes slowly and said weakly, "Are they going to kill the Arapaho prisoners?"

"That's right, you listen to the voices outside," said the mouse hunter.

Although the horse whistle was extremely weak and he couldn't see clearly, he did hear the noise of fighting and killing outside.

He immediately gritted his teeth and struggled to get up: "I have to stop them!"

"You are so sick now that you can't even walk, how can you stop it?" Shi Ya hurriedly grabbed him, trying to make him lie back on the bed.

The horse whistle was unmoved, but he was a little unable to walk.

He glanced left and right, and then noticed a spear next to him, which seemed to be the spoils he captured when he participated in the battle for the first time.

He reached for the spear and used it as a crutch, and then, regardless of the stone crow's dissuasion, he stepped out of the tent in the face of the pouring rain.

On the other side, the tent guard chief was only one step away from the crow, but stopped.

Not because he changed his mind, but because of what the crow was saying.

"Do you still remember what I told you yesterday?" The crow's long hair was soaked in the rain and stuck to his face, he panted slightly, "Take care of the tent, you will be bitten to death by poisonous snakes."

Shou tent was furious, but the crow continued: "I didn't make up this prophecy to humiliate and attack you. Our shaman did make this prophecy... So, I think we will soon be among the dead. The world reunites."

"Then please take a step first!" The tent guard was both angry and a little frightened. He raised his long knife and was about to chop off the crow's head.

"Boom!" A thunder blasted in the sky, and the bright lightning reflected thousands of rain.

Almost at the same time, a spear shot from a distance, as if the thunder in the sky was the roar of his flight!
"Chong!"

The spear plunged into the ground, right between the guard tent and the crow, and the shaft trembled slightly.

(End of this chapter)