1840Indian rebirth

They saw a city surrounded by walls. Although its size was far from comparable to that of New York or St. Louis, there were only a handful of larger cities in the Midwest.

And they know nothing about this city, it seems that it has not been around for a long time.

"When did there be a city here?" Brigadier General Carney couldn't help but ask. "It seems that at least three thousand people live here. Even in Missouri, there are not many places like this."

No one answered his question.

Although in theory, a large area of ​​nearby unincorporated territory falls under the jurisdiction of this army, few people will pay attention to it. In their view, Missouri is their base and absolute focus of work.

The officer who was hesitant to speak just now was hesitant to speak again.

This time Carney noticed the change in his expression and couldn't help but frown slightly: "Donifan, you don't look like a soldier at all. If you want to say anything, just say it."

Donivan hesitated and said, "I'm not sure."

General Carney: "This is not a court defense!"

"Well, actually this city might-" Donifan nodded and was about to say something.

However, at this moment, a soldier suddenly shouted: "General, there is a troop coming from the front!"

Carney and Donivan turned to look ahead, and immediately saw a cavalry team approaching, numbering about two hundred people.

"Get ready for battle!" General Carney ordered first, although the opponent didn't look like he was coming to fight.

He carefully observed the cavalry in front.

This cavalry of two hundred men obviously came out of the city. It had no characteristics of the American army, nor did it have any characteristics of the Mexican army. It did not seem to be Indians.

In fact, General Carney judged at first glance that this cavalry was not Indian.

Because this unit looks too formal, with uniform uniforms, neat formation, and carrying a red flag that has never been seen before.

Can the Indians have such a regular army?

It's simply impossible.

Almost everyone thinks so.

Until as the distance shortened, they gradually saw clearly the appearance of these cavalry.

A group of yellow men with feathers on their heads!

There is no doubt that such an image can only belong to Indians. This regular cavalry team turned out to be Indians!

"It's an Indian!" Magoffin was surprised, "How is this possible?"

"What the hell, these Indians look more like regular troops than us." Some soldiers whispered.

"I would rather believe they are Spanish."

"Their flag does look a bit Spanish, I mean the colors."

Donifan said at this time: "I think they may be warriors of the Sleeping Bear Clan."

"Why?" General Carney asked.

Donifan hesitated for a moment: "I heard before that the Sleeping Bear clan defeated the coalition of five tribes..."

"One clan defeated five tribes?" Magoffin blurted out.

"That's why I just said 'uncertain'." Donifan continued, "I also think this rumor is too outrageous. It may be false or there is a deviation. But out of duty, I still found a few

The Indian made a little inquiry, and the result..."

"What's the result?"

"It turns out that the rumors seem to be true." Donifan paused for half a second. "It seems that an unprecedentedly powerful chief has appeared in the Sleeping Bear clan. This chief, known as the 'Son of the Sky,' completely reborn in a very short time.

He shaped his clan, defeated all his enemies, and built a city open to all Indians."

"So I think this neatly uniformed Indian cavalry can only belong to the Sleeping Bear clan."

After everyone heard this, they still felt unbelievable.

"Donivan, I remember you used to be a lawyer." An officer said with a smile.

Donifan was startled for a moment: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I almost thought your past occupation was a bard."

Donivan was unimpressed: "Although this does sound like a story in a novel, at least three Indian chiefs told me almost the same description."

General Carney said at this time: "Okay, we will know the truth soon."

The Indian cavalry on the opposite side had already come close, only a few dozen meters away from them.

Then the cavalry slowly divided into two parts a few steps apart, with most at the back and a dozen people at the front.

The person walking at the front was an Indian young man, who looked to be in his twenties and had a handsome appearance.

This young man is ridiculously tall, riding a beast-like black horse, and has nine eagle feathers on his head. It is not difficult for anyone to see that this is definitely a powerful warrior who is invincible on the battlefield.

General Carney had seen many powerful Indian warriors, some of whom he had executed with his own hands.

In his opinion, buffalo-like strength is meaningless, and even a symbol of stupidity and arrogance. He deeply believes that there are many muscular fools in the army, and the fools always have the arrogance from the flesh written on their faces, which makes them uncomfortable.

He felt extremely disgusted.

To this end, he also invented a set of "levels of intelligence" - only fools will yearn for developed muscles, slightly smarter people should practice marksmanship, smarter people should master tactics, and of course the smartest people should be like him

The same strategizing.

According to this set of standards, his thin figure is not worth mentioning, and what is despicable are those reckless men who disgust him.

But at this time, looking at the Indian young man walking slowly in front of him, he felt no contempt or contempt in his heart, almost none.

Because in addition to the extremely strong muscles, General Carney also vaguely felt something else in this Indian young man.

Something he couldn't explain clearly.

If I had to say something, he could only be described as "bookish" or "gentle"... At least, this Indian didn't seem to care about his physical strength.

No one dares to look down upon a person who has strong muscles but doesn't care about it. Because obviously, such a person has far more power than muscles.

As the Indians stopped, Carney also took a few steps forward: "Indians."

"Europeans." He responded in fluent English.

Ma Shao is now an English master who has been practicing for a year and a half. With the help of a lot of oral communication in real life, his learning achievements in this year and a half are more than those accumulated in more than ten years in his previous life.

General Carney frowned slightly: "We are not Europeans."

"We are not Indians either." Ma Shao smiled.

Of course, the colonists already knew that the Native Americans were not Indians, but they did not care and still often used this title. In fact, many Indians themselves did not care. It was not until later generations that this title was gradually regarded as impolite.

General Carney was silent for two seconds: "Are you Apaches?"

"Yes." said the horse whistle, neither humble nor arrogant, "General Stephen Carney from Fort Leavenworth."