1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 6 [Wind and Loud Talk]

"As long as there are men, at least we won't be wiped out immediately." The old chief continued, "And this disaster has given us a reason, a reason not to obey the war chief's order to build up the war. There's war trouble."

"That's right." Stone Crow nodded.

"What did you want to say just now, what is it?" the chief asked back.

Stone Crow explained: "I thought you meant to want other clans to merge with us."

The chief said: "I really think so, but it needs to wait. As far as I know, there is no Apache clan that is in urgent need of shelter. No one wants to take the initiative to merge with other clans if they don't have to."

After a pause, he continued: "Anyway, this matter is not urgent for now. At least after we finish the funeral of our clansmen, maybe the Great Spirit will have further revelations during the funeral."

The two chatted for a while, and the sky became brighter. Some early risers walked out of the tent, and the two went back separately.

In the early morning, Ma Shao opened his eyes and stretched himself, satisfied with his ultra-high-quality sleep.

Although he didn't sleep until after three o'clock in the morning, he didn't feel sleepy when he woke up in the morning, especially the experience of falling asleep at the speed of light last night, which made him who was used to insomnia in his previous life especially gratifying.

The horse whistle kicks off the morning hygiene routine, which wreaks havoc on the good mood that comes with a good night's sleep.

Indians don't have toilet paper!
After defecating, just find something to wipe it off. This is the normal state of life, and it is undoubtedly a kind of torture for the horse whistle.

Fortunately, he realized the problem before he went to have a bowel movement, so he found a few stones with a larger surface area and a more rounded surface in advance, which was considered a blessing among misfortunes, and it was a poop among the inconveniences...

Thinking of going to the toilet like this in the future, Horse Whistle's desire to promote the development of Indian society became stronger.

There is also the issue of washing.

Don't even think about brushing your teeth, just rinse your mouth, and washing your face is inconvenient because there is no suitable container.

The people of the tribe used leather water bags to hold water, but this thing is obviously not suitable for washing the face.After searching for a horse post for a long time, the most suitable one was nothing more than a container made of bison skulls, barely a basin.

While washing his face, he carefully observed his current appearance for a while through the reflection in the water.

Hmm... Although the age of nine is very immature, but I have to say, he is quite handsome.Especially the eyes, very innocent.

The main work of the people is still preparing for the funeral. As a child, the horse whistle does not need to participate in this, but it has to receive combat training, and of course there is wind.

They are the only children of this age in the clan.

They were trained by a burly warrior in his early forties with four feathers named Broken Axe, who was also the thick-shouldered father.

Broken Ax is an experienced warrior, as can be easily seen from the four feathers on his head that symbolize combat achievements.

"Let's start with archery today." Broken Ax said, pointing, "Take out your bows and arrows and shoot at the target over there. I will correct your mistakes."

"Yes." The two children replied, then bent their bows and set their arrows.

After a while, I only heard "咻", two arrows flew out one after another, and both of them successfully hit the target. Although it was marginal, it was not bad for the two children.

The boring practice continued, archery, archery, archery, and then the axe.

In addition to bows and arrows, the most important weapon of the Apaches is the stone axe, which can be used in two ways, mainly throwing, followed by close combat.

Buckle the rope on the handle of the axe, hold the rope and swing your arms in a circle, and then let go at the right time, and the throwing ax will shoot out.

The range of the throwing ax is not far, but it is very powerful. It can knock people open, but wooden shields and leather armor can't stop them.

After the training in the morning, the horse sentry returned to his tent and took out the Kentucky rifle.

At present, bows and arrows and throwing axes are still relatively useful, but he is very clear that with the development of firearms, the role of cold weapons will become less and less.In particular, the approaching second industrial revolution is also a climax in the development of firearms. The Dresser needle gun will be officially launched next year.

It is a waste to spend a lot of energy on the training of cold weapons.

Thinking of this, the horse whistle took out the ammunition again, ready to try to reload it.

The most troublesome thing about firearms in this era is loading. Rifled guns are especially troublesome, because there are rifling in the barrel, which causes great resistance when the bullet enters from the muzzle.

He had seen some videos about firearms in his previous life, and he generally knew the loading process of this kind of front-loading flintlock, but he was not sure about the details.

Therefore, when trying, the horse whistle recalled and observed the structure of the Kentucky rifle, and it took several minutes to load the ammunition.

Then he ran to the open space outside, deliberately stayed away from the camp, and aimed at a tree tens of meters away.

"boom!"

Well, it missed, but at least it proved his reloading was alright.

The horse sentry didn't shoot again. The ammunition he collected from the white man was not many rounds, and he couldn't stand the target practice, as long as he knew how to load the ammunition.

If you want to practice shooting, you must first have enough ammunition, which is not yet available.

On the way back to the camp, the horse whistle unexpectedly encountered the wind: "Why are you here?"

"I heard gunshots, did you fire it?" Feng Sheng looked at the rifle in his hand.

"Yes, this is the white man's weapon. I think it is very powerful. We should learn it like bow and arrow." Horse Whistle said.

"Do you think it is better than bows and arrows?" Feng Sheng asked.

Horse Whistle: "At least in some scenarios, it must be so. If this thing has no advantages, white people will definitely not use it as a main weapon... Our enemies are not fools."

Feng Sheng was silent for a while, then nodded: "You are right."

The two returned to camp together.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to the camp, he saw many clansmen gathering together not far away, seeming to be discussing something eagerly.

"What's the matter?" The horse whistle was puzzled.

At this time, a clansman ran over and excitedly said to Fengsheng: "Fengsheng, your father is not dead, he is back! Go over there!"

"Ah? Oh..." Feng Sheng was stunned for a moment, then showed a hint of disappointment, bowed his head and walked towards the crowd silently.

Horse Whistle noticed the change in Feng Sheng's expression.

The kid obviously hated his father, and as for the reason...

"Ahahaha! Son, dad is back!" Feng Sheng's father called loudly, and he said loudly, "Isn't it a surprise? Hahahaha!"

"What's the matter, son, you must be very happy, right?" He said loudly, still laughing, his body was wet and dirty, like a fish dropped from a pot to the ground.

"Hmm." Feng Sheng tried his best to make himself look neither happy nor sad, but when his father tried to hug him, the expression of resistance was inevitably revealed.

Feng Sheng's personality is introverted and quiet, but his father's loud voice is exactly the opposite. As the name suggests, he has a rude personality, and when he speaks, he wishes the whole clan could hear him.

And he said loudly that there is only one feather on his head, which was given by the chief out of comfort. It can be seen that his level as a fighter is really not very good, and he has no combat achievements to speak of.

(End of this chapter)