1840Indian rebirth

Comanche.

Like the Apaches, the names of the Comanches also became the names of American gunships in later generations. There are many similar situations, such as Chinook, Kiowa, Lakota, Choctaw, and Iroquois

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As a tribe that can be named after an armed helicopter, the Comanche can naturally be said to be brave and good at fighting.

But that was before.

A few decades ago, the Comanches were indeed as famous as the Apaches, and they were an Indian group full of martial virtues.

However, soon afterwards, they were defeated by the extremely bellicose Arapaho people, and their power suffered heavy losses.

Later, in order to cease the war as soon as possible, the Comanche had to form an alliance with the Cheyenne. The Cheyenne were the Arapaho's closest allies, so they acted as mediators and allowed the two parties to cease the war.

Since then, the Comanches have been in a rather awkward position.

Several tribes that were still fighting the Arapaho, such as the Apache, considered them cowards or even traitors and looked down upon them.

The Arapaho and Cheyenne did not really regard the Comanches as their own, and occasionally they would have some minor frictions and take the opportunity to extort some property.

"Any other news?"

Shiya shook his head: "No, actually this man didn't say anything. I have seen him before in the Shuanglang Clan, and I have some impressions."

"Why did you come to steal the horse?" The chief looked at the Comanche.

He knew some Comanche language, coupled with the sign language that Indians traditionally used to communicate with others, and basically expressed what he meant.

The Comanche lay on the ground without saying a word. The blood loss and severe pain from his broken arm made his face pale and his body trembling slightly.

Seeing that he seemed to be mute, the old chief couldn't help frowning, and after a while he said: "I think we have to talk to the Two Wolf Clan, otherwise it may cause trouble."

Then he pointed to a few people: "Tomorrow morning, you and I will go to the Shuanglang Clan. Stone Crow, you stay in the clan."

"Yes, Chief."

The horse whistle said quickly: "Chief, take me with you too."

His physical condition did not allow it before, but now he has grown taller and stronger. Given the opportunity, he naturally wants to have more contact with the outside world.

The old chief thought for a while: "Then you can come too, I know you have always wanted to take a look outside."

"Okay, it's getting late. Let's all go to rest now and have a good sleep."

Everyone dispersed one after another, and the horse whistle also went to his tent.

"Brother Whistle!" A crisp voice came from behind, and when he turned around, the little sparrow had already appeared in front of him.

"What's wrong?"

Compared with three years ago, the little sparrow has grown up a lot and is now a delicate girl. She wears two braids and sways when she walks.

When she ran to Ma Shaozi, her face was slightly red: "Brother Shaozi, are you okay?"

"Of course it's okay." Ma Shao smiled, then touched the little sparrow's head, "Don't worry about me, go back and rest."

As he touched his head, the little sparrow shrank its neck shyly like a little sparrow, and said in a mosquito voice: "Oh..."

She moved her lips slightly and seemed to hesitate to speak, but in the end she went back to rest obediently.

Watching the little sparrow leave, Ma Shao was silent for a moment, shook his head and then turned around and went into the tent.

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Early next morning.

When Ma Shao woke up, he could not help but grimace, but the pain in his hands and feet had not gone away.

However, he did not give up because of this. Instead, he endured the soreness in his limbs, quickly dressed up, packed his weapons, washed up, and was ready to set off.

I don’t know why, but since his rebirth, his self-control seems to have become much stronger.

In his previous life, there were times when the weather was cold and he wouldn't even get out of bed. Now that his limbs were sore, he got up and got dressed without even a second's hesitation.

Ma Shao thought that this might be due to the difference between physical fitness and self-expectations.

There is no doubt that he is a tough guy now. His physical fitness surpasses the fat body of his previous life in all aspects, and his energy is almost unbelievable.

Of course, what is more important is the change in self-expectations.

Although Ma Shao often reminds himself not to swell, don't swell, don't swell... As a reborn person, he still feels a sense of destiny's blessing from time to time.

Although this thought never reaches the point of going to the head, it always lingers, and even if the horse whistle is clearly aware of its existence, it cannot be eradicated.

This was something he never expected when he was reborn in YY in the past. A true rebirth would actually produce such profound changes in people's psychology. It was like reinstalling the drive for his spiritual world.

But overall, this is a good thing.

The pretentiousness brought about by rebirth forces Mashao to significantly increase his expectations of himself, and for a rational person, expectations are almost a requirement.

After the morning hygiene work, Ma Shao's pretentiousness was hit to a certain extent - it was like this every day, and defecation without toilet paper was frustrating.

Others are still preparing.

The horse whistle took out a piece of wood and carved a cross on it with his dagger. This was his way of recording the date.

Through this wooden board, he could determine the current date-April 12, 1844 AD.

After a while.

"It's time to set off!" The old chief took a puff of cigarette, then got on his horse. He was riding an old horse, probably almost twenty years old, and looked quite thin.

Everyone mounted their horses one after another, and the horse whistle also mounted the black blade. Counting the injured Comanche prisoner, there were a total of eight people accompanying him.

If there are too many people, it will inevitably make the other party uneasy. If you go alone, you will inevitably feel uneasy yourself. The chief feels that such a team is just right.

"Let's go." The old chief shook the reins and led the team to leave the Mianxiong clan's camp.

The Comanche Two Wolf Clan is located in the southwest, not too far away, about fifty or sixty kilometers away, and can be reached on the same day.

The Midwest of the United States is vast and sparsely populated, and no one was seen along the way. Everyone successfully arrived at the Two Wolf Clan's camp in the afternoon.

"Stop!" As soon as they approached the camp, a Comanche warrior on horseback patrol immediately warned, "Who are you?"

"I am the chief of the Sleeping Bear Clan of the Apache tribe." The chief said in Comanche, which he was not very proficient in, while using sign language.

The languages ​​of the Indians vary widely, but they have a set of sign language that is common to almost all tribes and is essential for diplomatic situations. Of course, this sign language cannot express complex meanings.

"I came to see your chief and wanted to talk about him." Chief Sleeping Bear moved to the side and pointed at the Comanche captive behind him.

Ever since he approached the camp of the Twin Wolf Clan, the prisoner had always lowered his head. After the clan members appeared, he did not dare to face them at all.