1840Indian rebirth

Putting aside the California gold rush that is about to happen next year, this is undoubtedly a very unreliable plan.

However, it was obvious that Chief Mashao had already made a decision, so the members did not say much, and most people expressed their approval with some doubts.

It wasn't until the end of the meeting that Rainy Day couldn't help but ask alone: ​​"Are you sure you want to go to California to build a new city? And you will go there in person?"

"OK." Ma Shao said.

He adjusted his sitting posture on the rainy day: "You have to know that it may take two or three months to go to California from here. By the time you come back, the U.S.-Mexican War may have been over."

Ma Shao: "But California is indeed important. It has the only coastline we have a chance to acquire. We must act early, otherwise we may not have a chance when white immigrants influx."

He hesitated for a moment on the rainy day: "But... is this too early, or too hasty?"

"We can definitely build a new city a few hundred kilometers to the west, then build another a few hundred kilometers away, and extend our influence to California in a few years."

Ma Shao was silent for a moment: "This is indeed a good plan, but you should do as I said. In a few days, I will take some people and set off for California."

He patted Yu Tian's shoulder: "While I'm away, the affairs of the tribe will be left to you."

He frowned on the rainy day and didn't speak for a long time.

Ma Shao smiled: "Just think of this as my test, a test on the Apache tribe...to see if the tribe can continue to operate well without me."

This era always gives him a sense of precarious crisis, not only because of his identity as an Indian, but also because of the level of productivity in this era.

Especially the efficiency of information exchange.

Telegraphs have not yet been widely used. In desolate places like the American Midwest, a person can disappear suddenly and silently. Wild animals, poisonous insects, hunger, disease, and rogue bandits can all be the reasons.

So Mashao would think about this question from time to time: If he died suddenly one day, how would the Apache tribe develop? How far could it continue to go?

As a teacher, he knows how to teach people how to fish, or in other words, this is his job.

If the Apaches languished without him, then his work was undoubtedly a failure.

As expected on a rainy day, the round trip to Mashao will take at least a year and a half.

According to original history, the beginning of next year would be the end of the U.S.-Mexican War.

With the spread of the Browning pistol, the current timeline of the world has obviously been disturbed.

In the end, this war may end later, or it may end earlier. By the time the horse sentry returns, the war is likely to be over.

I hope that the Apache tribe can operate stably in this year and a half.

In fact, he still has some confidence. After all, the last epidemic occurred when he was out, and he handled the situation very properly when it rained.

A few days later, Mashao completed the formation of the "Westward Expedition Team".

There are a total of 300 people in the westward marching team, 100 of whom are regular soldiers, fully trained and well-equipped, each armed with a rifle and two Browning pistols.

The supplies I carried were not many, mainly food and various necessary tools, so I packed lightly and traveled easily.

There are two horses per person, and the most abundant living animal in the tribe is the horse.

One day in April.

It was early in the morning, the sky was bright, and a cool mist filled the wilderness.

The horse whistle and the 300 people from the westward marching team got ready and left Mianxiong City through the west gate.

Seeing this team that was about to march two thousand kilometers west, many tribesmen waved goodbye at the gate of the city.

Those who have close relatives and friends in the team will inevitably feel sad and shed tears.

"Brother Shaozi... why don't you take me with you?" The little sparrow's eyes were red and she took Ma Shao's hand.

Ma Shao touched her hair: "I'll be back in a few months, don't worry about me."

"Brother Whistle..." She lowered her head.

Ma Shao smiled again and said: "After I leave Mianxiong, don't forget your homework. When I come back, I will specially inspect you."

The little sparrow didn't speak.

The horse whistle then looked towards the rainy day and said again: "I'll leave the tribe's affairs to you."

"I understand." Yutian nodded solemnly.

"Let's go, warriors marching westward." The horse whistle turned over and mounted the majestic black front, and said at the same time.

"Eh-"

There were bursts of horses honking, and the team was like a slowly starting train, gradually picking up speed amidst the rhythmic sound of horse hooves and heading towards the west.

The horse whistle looked back behind him again, and this time he suddenly noticed that there was another petite figure among the farewell crowd.

The girl in a white dress struggled to squeeze through the crowd, and finally leaned out when the horse whistle was about to be submerged in the fog.

"Milly..." The horse whistle murmured, and then the fog blocked his sight.

During this long journey, he originally had no sadness of separation, but at this moment, his mood suddenly became as lost as the mist around him.

The horse whistle saw Milly, but he suspected that Milly, who squeezed out of the crowd at the last moment, might not have seen him.

Because he knows that his eyesight is better than almost everyone else. From the same distance, he can see others, but others may not be able to see him...

This inexplicable depression lasted for many days.

Until a guy in the team successfully diverted his thoughts and attention.

"Nonsense, which way should we take the road ahead, south or north?" Ma Shao turned around and asked.

The guide is a lean young man with two dimples on his face and a very bright smile. He said enthusiastically: "Anything is fine, Chief."

"All okay?" Ma Shao frowned slightly.

"Yes, you can go north, and you can go south." Wu Xi further explained, "It's just that it takes a month longer to go north than to go south."

"..." Ma Shao didn't know what to say.

Du Tiao couldn't help it anymore: "I said, can you stop talking such useless nonsense!"

Nonsense replied: "How can this be said to be useless? No matter how useless it seems, it may be useful, and no matter how useful it seems, it may be useless."

After getting along for a period of time, Ma Shao and even most of the people in the team understood why Wushu was called this name.

This person talks a lot of nonsense. Almost every time he opens his mouth, he comes up with a nonsense sentence.

For example, a few days later, when the westward marching team was hit by a rainstorm and was trying to take shelter from the rain, someone said, "Oh, I don't know when this rain will stop."

The nonsense guy next to him looked up at the sky and opened his mouth: "It doesn't look like it will be soon, but it probably won't be too long. We will know the specific time when the rain stops."

Ma Shao couldn't help but glance at him and thought: This child may have a serious illness...