1840Indian rebirth

In an open space in the territory of the Mian Xiong Clan, a dozen people stood together. These people were not very old, and some looked to be only seven or eight years old.

Among them was a tall and heroic young man with thick shoulder-length hair. He was holding a long bow and aiming at an arrow target a hundred meters away.

His upper body was naked, revealing solid muscle lines. As he drew the bow, the muscles on his arms took on the shape of a twisted steel bar.

For a moment, there was only a "whoosh" sound, and the bow and arrow came out from the string, and it disappeared in an instant.

"Where's the arrow?"

"Go and have a look!" A group of teenagers ran towards the target, trying to find the arrow that suddenly disappeared.

But the horse whistle, who had just shot the arrow, stood there, looking down at the long bow in his hand, stroking his chin, with a look of contemplation on his face.

This bow was designed and manufactured by him personally and has been improved many times.

The technology of the Indians is very backward and is still at the stone tool level. The occasional introduction of some industrial products from the outside cannot fundamentally change anything.

As far as bows and arrows are concerned, Ma Shao estimates that the Indians' bow and arrow technology may be thousands of years behind other civilizations of the same era.

The reason why he thought this was because the performance of the bow and arrow he designed was far superior to the bows and arrows used by his tribe. And he knew nothing about bow and arrow design.

He designed this longbow entirely based on his armchair mechanics knowledge and his accumulated experience in Indian society over the past few years.

Ma Shao didn't believe that this was because he had a talent for cold weapons that he had never noticed. In his opinion, it was more likely that the bows and arrows made by his tribe were too bad.

It's normal when you think about it. The tools used by the Indians were all stone axes and bone knives, with very few metal tools, and they were all brought by white people after the invasion.

If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools. Without metal tools, the level of processing and manufacturing will certainly not improve, and he will linger in the primitive stage for a long time.

Mashao was able to design and improve this bow thanks to the metal daggers he had previously collected from white people's corpses. In order to popularize better bows and arrows to the tribe, he even gathered the entire army with the help of the chief and Stone Crow.

Clan metal tools.

"The arrow is here, found!"

"The target was actually shot through!" the teenagers who found the arrow couldn't help but exclaimed, and then ran back.

"Brother Shaozi, you are so strong, even my father can't do this kind of thing." A slightly fat boy said, looking at Mashao with admiration in his eyes.

Ma Shao smiled: "It's because the bow has become stronger, but my strength is not that strong."

"Not big? Are you mocking us?" The little beast couldn't help complaining after hearing this, "I can't break off one of your hands with two hands!"

It has been almost four years since Ma Shao came to this world, and he has just celebrated his thirteenth birthday.

Although he is only thirteen years old, thanks to his long-term insistence on proper diet and exercise, as well as some congenital factors, he has an outstanding physique and is at least 1.7 meters tall.

Considering that men in the 19th century were generally only over 1.6 meters tall, this is definitely a relatively rare tall man. Moreover, his height is still growing rapidly, having grown by about two centimeters in the past three months.

In addition to his height, Mashao's muscles are also very developed, with eight-pack abs that he had dreamed of in his previous life. When he exerts force, his body will show muscle lines like twisted steel bars, full of a sense of strength.

At the age of thirteen, he looks more like a burly young man.

It is precisely because of this that many people began to call him "Brother Shaozi" or "Shaozi" instead of the "Little Shaozi" in the past. After all, it cannot be said that he is too young.

Ma Shao's strength is also similar to his physique, which is far superior to that of his peers, and even unmatched by most adults. For a little beast with a relatively thin body, not to mention two hands, even four hands may not be able to arm-wrestle.

beat him.

Mashao is very satisfied with such development results. His efforts in the past few years have not been in vain.

"Brother Shaozi, it's time to choose the horse. Let's go back." Feng Sheng said.

He is half a year older than Ma Shao, but like other teenagers, he calls Ma Shao brother Shao Zi. Even some people who are a few years older than Ma Shao also call him brother Shao Zi, such as his hair is messy. No one thinks this is strange.

"Okay, let's go back to the camp." Ma Shao nodded, feeling a bit expectant in his heart.

Soon he will have his own war horse.

Apaches generally get a war horse of their own when they are thirteen or fourteen years old. In fact, this is part of the rite of passage.

Ma Shao and several young men of similar age to him will all choose their own war horses this morning and become a real warrior.

The main person in charge of raising horses in the clan is Jumping Hoof. He is in his thirties, has a square face, and is short and stocky.

He is a good horse breeder. Thanks to his outstanding work, the clan's horse herd has grown day by day and now has more than 600 horses.

Six hundred horses not only meant that all the clan's war needs could be met, but also meant that the clan had a certain immunity from famine.

If the clan encounters a famine that year and cannot find the buffalo herd, these horses will undoubtedly help them survive a difficult period of time.

Jumping Hooves almost always stayed with horses, and today was no exception. He looked at the horse whistles, the sound of the wind, and the little beasts approaching not far away, and said with a smile: "It seems you can't wait any longer."

"Let's take a pick," he said, pointing to the horses behind him.

"You'd better choose a horse that's two or three years old. A pony is more docile and can grow up with you and get to know each other better."

Under the guidance of Tiao Hoo, several teenagers found Zhong Yi's war horses one after another. As he said, they were all two or three year old ponies that were about to reach adulthood.

Except for the horse whistle.

At first he wanted to follow Jumping Hoof's advice and choose a sub-adult pony, but his stature was too tall and the pony might not be able to bear it.

It seems that I can only choose an adult horse...

Ma Shao secretly sighed, being too tall has its disadvantages.

He walked towards a group of tall adult horses and prepared to choose one from them.

"Wait a minute." Unexpectedly, Jumping Hooves suddenly said, "Whistle, come with me, here is a horse that may be more suitable for you."

The horse whistle turned his head and immediately followed the jumping hoof that waved to him and walked over.

They passed through the group of horses, and soon they saw a black horse. It was lying on the grass, as if basking in the sun.

This black horse has shiny black fur and looks quite handsome, but other than that there doesn't seem to be anything special about it.

The black horse turned a blind eye to the whistle and jumping hooves, and still lay lazily on the ground, occasionally swaying its tail.

"it……"

Jumping Hooves smiled: "Looking at the body shape, it is just right for you. It is only two years old, but its size is similar to that of an adult horse. It will definitely grow tall and powerful in the future, just like you."

"But its personality is different from yours." He spread his hands, "Although it looks lazy now, among the many horses I have raised, it is the most ferocious and aggressive. I almost don't care about it.

Dare to touch it."