1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 41 [A Firm Follower]

Everyone was silent for a long time, all staring blankly at the thunderous figure in the middle.In the past half minute, many people believed that everything in front of them was a miracle.

Heaven has manifested justice with brilliant lightning.

The expression on the tent guard's face changed, and he turned to look at the tribe. From their eyes, he was sure that no one would obey his order.

He looked at the horse whistle again, his right hand holding the knife tightened and loosened, showing hesitation and nervousness.

There is no doubt that the horse whistle is now very sick, wobbly, and may fall at any time.

But the tent guard still didn't dare to do it himself. After all, this guy's physique was really scary, and once he did it, the clansmen behind him might directly rebel, at least some of them would definitely rebel.

Furthermore, no one could turn a blind eye to the astonishing thunder scene just now, and guarding the tent was also a little worried about whether it would offend the will of God.

Therefore, after hesitating for a while, the tent guard finally could only humiliate, threw down the knife, turned and left: "Hmph!"

The horse whistle heaved a sigh of relief, the looseness almost made him faint, he quickly gripped the spear again, turned to look at the crow: "You...you should remember me."

"Remember." The crow bowed his head.

Ma Shao nodded: "If you promise me two conditions, I can let you go."

"What conditions?"

The horse whistle took a weak breath for a while, and continued: "The first condition, from now on, the Arapaho people will never invade any aboriginal tribes, and never provoke other aboriginal tribes."

"...The second condition, as I just said, the aborigines should be united. After you go back, you must convey my voice to all Arapaho people. I was the first person to let go of hatred. I hope you It's next."

The crow said: "I can agree, but I am not the only one who has the final say on the Arapaho people..."

"It's okay." The voice of the horse whistle was still weak and calm, but the next words made the crow tremble, "I can make you leave, and I can make you come back... If you don't want to let go of your hatred after all, I will Let you lay down your life."

The crow remembered the fear of being crushed on the battlefield yesterday, and quickly said: "You are an awesome hero. I swear on my life and glory, I will do my best to make all Arapaho people obey you conditions of!"

The horse whistle didn't say anything, and cut off a few ropes: "Let's go..."

Many Arapaho people froze for a moment, then reacted, quickly untied each other's ropes, and left one after another in the rain.

Many people thanked the horse whistle in Arapaho, which although the horse whistle could not understand, he could roughly guess the meaning.

"Thank you for your kindness." Finally, the crow bowed solemnly and left the Apache camp.

Ma Shao finally heaved a sigh of relief, and when his eyes went dark, he lost consciousness and fell into the rain with a "plop".

"teacher!"

"Instructor!"

……

I don't know how long it has passed, it may be three hours, or it may be three days.

When the horse sentry woke up from the coma, the thunderstorm had already ended, the sky was clear, and the bright sunlight scrambled through all the holes and crevices.

And it seemed very quiet outside.

This is very unusual, at least in Mashao's memory, it has never been so quiet outside except late at night in the past few months.

It seems to have changed places.

Damn, I won't be born again, will I?
The horse whistle quickly turned over and shook his head vigorously, his sleepy senses gradually returned to their former keenness.

He was still a little dizzy, and he couldn't even remember what happened before he passed out. It wasn't until he saw the wound on his left arm that he suddenly remembered a lot.

By the way, wound infection, high fever, and the Arapaho captive...

Compared with before he fell into a coma, his wound was much better, at least it was no longer red, swollen and pus-filled, and the high fever naturally faded away.It seemed that inside his body, the immune system had declared victory.

Horse Whistle now feels no discomfort other than hunger.

"Teacher, you're awake!" At this moment, the hunting mouse came in from the outside and said pleasantly.

"Well, I just woke up." Ma Shao turned out a bag of beef jerky and said while chewing, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"Two days." said the mouse hunter, "there is a barbecue outside, teacher, come and eat with us."

The horse whistle immediately put down the beef jerky, got up and followed the hunting mouse out of the tent.Although he has long been tired of eating barbecue, it is better than eating jerky anyway.

As soon as he got out of the tent, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"This……"

The horse whistle blinked and looked at the camp blankly.

Empty camp.

In the past, the Apache camp had hundreds of conical tents, large and small, as well as a large number of horses and tribesmen walking around.

However, at this moment, only one-tenth of the tents in the camp remained, and correspondingly only about one-tenth of the personnel, horses and various sundries remained.

No wonder he felt that it was so quiet outside when he just woke up. It turned out that everyone was almost gone.

"When the war is over, people will of course return to their respective clans." Shi Ya came from not far away, and handed over a roasted beef leg very thoughtfully.

"I see." Ma Shao nodded clearly.

The basic unit of the Indians is the clan. In times of war, warriors would respond to the call of the tribe or the tribal alliance, leave the clan and gather at the front.

And once peace is restored, people will return to the clan and live with their relatives and friends.

In the previous battle, the horse post had severely damaged the Arapaho, and the crow had promised to keep the peace. The war was undoubtedly over.

The horse whistle gnawed on the cow's leg while walking towards the crowd gathered near the campfire.

"What about you, why don't you go back to your own clan?" He asked. At this time, there were about a hundred people left in the camp, all of whom were acquaintances.

"We intend to follow you, Mr. Horse Whistle." Long Stick stood up and said earnestly.

"That's right, instructor, let us and our clan join Sleeping Bear!" Du Tiao also stood up and said, he is a one-eyed dragon, but he is very good at bow and arrow and marksmanship.

The horse whistle was a little moved, and he was silent for a while: "Thank you for your trust... But I also hope that you will seriously consider that following me may have some risks. You know that I have always regarded the American colonists as the primary enemy."

"The white man is the primary enemy, and because we think so, we follow the instructor!" shouted the coyote, wearing a wooden crown on his head, which proved that he was the new Yu-Gi-Oh.

"Teacher, only you can lead us to defeat the white man!"

Shi Crow smiled and patted Ma Whistle's shoulder: "I've already talked to them, the people who stay here trust you firmly, and they are willing to bring the whole clan to join us."

"In fact, it's not just them, there are many people who also want to follow you, but those people can't make the decision for the time being, they must go back and discuss with the clan before they can make a decision."

　Regarding the reader group, there used to be some, but because the number of people is not large, and I don’t go online very often, every time I go online, a bunch of people leave the group, and the group has long since become cold.So for the time being, we will not engage in a readership, and everyone will be bubbling in the book review area.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)