1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 72 [Dream and Viper]

He sighed in his heart on a rainy day, took a symbolic sip, and then the smell of alcohol made him cough: "Ahem——"

It took him a while to recover, and let out a breath, he really hated strong alcohol.

"Ha, I told you not to drink often, you're making a fool of yourself!" Tent Shou patted him vigorously, "Men have to drink, practice more and you'll get used to it."

On rainy days, I still cough twice from time to time: "Ahem... I don't plan to practice this."

Shou tent was a little annoyed when he heard the words: "Hmph, you still think drinking alcohol is harmful? Alcohol is obviously changed from food, it is the essence of food, so what harm can it do!"

"Maybe, but at least I'm not fit to drink," said Rainy Day.

Keeping the tent picked up the wine bag, drank another big gulp of spirits, and burped a bunch of wine: "Hi..."

As he drank more and more alcohol, the drunkenness on his face became thicker, his speech became unclear, and his emotions gradually became unstable, with ups and downs.

From time to time, he waved the wine bag in his hand and yelled at the dancing clansmen, and for a while he silently looked at the dancing bonfire, dazed in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Looking at his state in the rainy day, he felt that the timing was about the same, so he said carefully: "Great chief, have you ever experienced a war with the Comanche?"

"What nonsense are you talking about... Hiccup! Are you drunk after just one sip of wine?" Tent Shou hiccupped again, "But I'm not drunk, not at all."

"So I know that the war between the Apaches and the Comanches happened more than 6 years ago, oh no, it was more than 60 years ago, how could I have experienced it! My father may not have experienced it, I just heard it from my grandfather Some."

"Besides, it's mainly the Mescalero tribe that's fighting the Comanches, and we're not really involved in that..."

The two chatted about the history of the Apache and Comanche wars.

In fact, it can’t be called chatting. It’s almost all talking in tents. People tend to become more talkative when they are drunk.

"...The Comanches were once a brave people. In that battle, they defeated us." The tent guard poured wine into his mouth again, but it was a pity that it was empty.

"Bring me another bag of wine!" He ordered the clansmen.

But at this time the party was over, and the clansmen had already gone back to rest, so he could only get up staggeringly, took a bag of wine and came back to sit.

He continued to drink, and then laughed: "But the Comanche was defeated by the Arapaho, and we defeated the Arapaho, haha!"

The rainy day was silent for a moment: "The Comanches must be jealous of us."

"That's right." Shou tent agreed.

Rainy day said again: "In that case, could the Comanches of the forest tribe be lying to us? I mean... Maybe the Sleeping Bear Clan didn't annex the Twin Wolf Clan?"

"If there is no one, there will be none, who knows." Shou tent said indifferently.

Hearing the words on a rainy day, my heart suddenly tightened.

This fluffy sentence undoubtedly revealed a terrible fact, or a fact that he had long been aware of but was unwilling to admit——keeping the tent doesn't care about the truth at all.

All the tent guard needs is a reason, a reason to deal with the horse sentry.

He still had hope in his heart: "I think we should find out first, in case we misunderstood the horse whistle..."

"Misunderstanding?" The tent guard seemed irritated, and threw the wine bag to the ground, "What's the misunderstanding! He betrayed me, he let the Arapaho go, and he prevented me from avenging my son!"

While speaking, his hair was disheveled, and the strong smell of alcohol seemed to emanate from his hair.

His eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and he looked straight at the rainy day and roared: "Why do you always speak for this bastard? Do you remember my son, he treats you as his own brother, but you don't want to do anything for this bastard at all?" He takes revenge!"

"I used to think..." Yu Tian lowered his head.

"Yes, once!" Shou tent continued, "You said you wanted to go to the east, and I let you go. After you came back, you seemed to be a different person. You almost forgot your beloved brother and our love. Hatred! After encountering that horse post, I forgot all about it!"

"I just have a dream worth pursuing." The rainy day suppressed his emotions, but he still couldn't help his nose sore, and his eyes quickly turned red.

"What a dream, you forgot the most important things!" Shou tent panted, "I made a wrong decision, I shouldn't let you go east, I shouldn't take you to the battlefield, I shouldn't let you know horses Whistle, let alone the horse whistle! But this time it won’t happen!”

On a rainy day, he raised his head suddenly, his sobs prevented him from saying anything immediately.

When he broke free from the choking, Shou Tent had already turned and left.

The drunken chief swayed three times. Fortunately, the tent was nearby, so he was able to walk by the tent, rolled up the curtain, and went to rest.

In the dead of night, only the rainy day was left alone.

The bonfire had already been extinguished, but fortunately there was still the moon in the sky, so he could look at the ashes in the dark night and be silent for a long time.

He even tried to drink some more wine in order to anesthetize himself, but after all he couldn't stand the taste of the spirits and threw away the wine bag in pain.

A long time later, a small sound broke the silence of the night.

"Swish..."

The sound was almost undetectable, but it made the rainy day creepy, and he quickly stood up and looked around.

As a hunting people who often deal with the wild, the Apache people have an instinctive reaction to this sound.

It's the sound of a rattlesnake!

The rattlesnake is the most dangerous venomous snake in North America, and any human being who is not vigilant against it is dead in the grave.

On a rainy day, he seemed to suddenly think of something, quickly followed the sound, and quickly found the rattlesnake's location.

A rattlesnake crawls across the grass.

Looking at this terrible poisonous snake, the expression on Rainy Day's face changed, full of struggle and pain.

He finally made his decision when the rattlesnake was about to disappear from his sight.

He quickly found a long wooden stick, pressed the rattlesnake's head with this wooden stick, then strangled the snake's neck with one hand, held the snake's tail with the other, and grabbed the whole snake.

"Huh..." Yu Tian looked at the poisonous snake in his hand and let out a long breath.

Then he turned around, looked at the great chief's tent with red eyes, then gritted his teeth, walked over and entered it.

Shou tent fell asleep on the ground near the entrance of the tent, unconscious, and the smell of alcohol permeated his body.

"Great Chief, I'm sorry..." He squatted down on a rainy day, his voice trembling.

Shou Tent was still sleeping soundly, grunting, and the alcohol in his blood made it impossible for him to be awakened by the whispering.

The rainy day continued to whisper, both a narration and a monologue: "Maybe you will never understand what I have experienced in the outside world. When I know the strength of white people and our weakness, I know that Tecumseh is That's right... I used to dream of defeating the Arapaho for our hatred."

"But right now, my dream is to save all the natives, even if it costs me everything..."

"This is a ridiculous dream. William Henry Harrison's sharpening belt must laugh at my stupidity. I also know that I am beyond my control..."

On a rainy day, he looked at the rattlesnake in his hand. It was struggling angrily, and its fangs exuded poisonous sharpness.

He took a deep breath, and his voice choked up again: "Until I met Ma Whistle, the person you hate and want to kill... His appearance made this stupid dream more real than ever, as if it was within reach. "

"I've never been this close to this dream before, never!"

"When he miraculously created the Apache script in front of my eyes, as a shaman, I believed in the Great Spirit for the first time—the god I have worshiped for more than ten years."

"This is no longer a stupid dream. It is waiting for me in the not-too-distant future. I must realize it with my own hands, or at least see it with my own eyes!"

Closing his eyes on a rainy day, two lines of tears flowed down his face. When he opened his eyes again, a flash of determination flashed across his face: "So, my chief, even you, can't stop me from getting closer to this dream!"

Before he finished speaking, he held the rattlesnake and approached the tent guard's arm.

The struggling poisonous snake immediately bit the tent guard's arm, and was pressed on it by the rainy day, unable to let go, and the venom was injected violently.

The severe pain made Shou Tent open his eyes. In his blurry vision, he still saw the rattlesnake biting himself, and the rainy day holding the snake...

Keeping the tent suddenly realized.

The Arapaho predicted that he would be killed by a poisonous snake, and he thought he would be safe by finding and repairing every hole in the tent.

It turned out that the poisonous snake didn't get in through the hole in the tent, and it turned out that his protection of the tent had no meaning at all...

This was the tent guard's last consciousness. Alcohol dilated his blood vessels, and the blood flowed faster throughout his body.A large dose of rattlesnake venom flowed down the torrent of blood, and soon pronounced his death.

The great chief guarded the tent and eventually died in his tent.

　Estimated to be on the shelves in a week or two at most.Please take care of me, and it is best to share this book with your friends... Maybe the subject matter is too unpopular, and the results are really not ideal.

　　
　
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