1840Indian rebirth

The great chief of the Plains Tribe is named "Shou Tent". He looks to be in his forties and has no distinguishing features, except that he is taller. He wears a war crown with eagle feathers on his head and drags down his back, which makes him look quite majestic.

To Ma Shao, the chief is his immediate boss.

The Apaches, like most other Indian tribes, do not have a tribal leader, and tribal affairs are negotiated by several tribes.

After discussion, we would finish it together. If we couldn't agree, we would just break up and go home. Sometimes we would even turn over the table and fight with the same roommates. For example, the Lipan tribe and the Mescalero tribe once fought a war.

Fortunately, the current external conflicts are severe, the Arapaho are aggressive, and the Western colonists are struggling. Under such circumstances, the Apaches are relatively united... I don't know if this is a good thing.

The tent where the great chief lives is naturally the largest in the whole tribe, with a height of eight or nine meters and an area of ​​fifty or sixty square meters. It is no wonder that his name is "Shou Tent".

The tent guard was sitting on a large bear skin, and next to him was his high priest, a gentle-looking young man.

"Dear Chief." Stone Crow bowed and saluted, "The Sleeping Bear clan obeys your call and will fight to the end for the Apache and Arapaho people."

"Yes." The chief nodded casually, and then looked at the horse whistle beside Stone Crow.

Mashao was the only one who met the chief with Shiyao, while the other tribesmen were busy setting up camp outside.

Shi Ya introduced: "He is my shaman apprentice, his name is Ma Shao..."

Ma Shao didn't pay attention to Stone Crow's introduction. He was secretly observing the high priest next to the great chief.

The high priest interested him.

First of all, there is the age. This tribal high priest looks to be in his early twenties, no more than twenty-five years old at most, which is quite young.

The second is temperament - bookishness, which is even rarer among Indians. Although many shamans also have good temperaments, such as Stone Crow, who looks calm and wise, it is still different from bookishness.

In a daze, the bookish aura of the high priest made Ma Shao feel like he had returned to the school in his previous life, because similar temperament could only be seen in some top students and god of learning, and once he left school, this kind of temperament in the top students would

The temperament often fades away slowly.

Could it be that... this person studied outside the tribe?

Of course, Mashao is not superstitious about the so-called "temperament".

After all, in the final analysis, temperament is also a visual signal that can be captured by cameras and imitated by actors. It has no absolute connection with a person's inner qualities.

For example, Teacher Shi Ya, who looks wise and calm, is dressed up like Zhuge Liang, but is actually an avid dance enthusiast, leading the whole family to have fun as soon as the ceremony is held.

"Horse whistle!" Stone Crow suddenly shouted.

The horse whistle was startled, and then suddenly realized that because of his distraction just now, the chief had a look of displeasure on his face.

"Dear Chief." He greeted quickly.

The chief said with some dissatisfaction: "Stone Crow, your heir seems not very good."

Shiya lowered his head and explained: "Sorry, Chief, he is only thirteen years old this year and is indeed not mature enough."

"Thirteen years old?" The chief was a little surprised, and then looked at Ma Shao's burly figure, "He is so tall at the age of thirteen. It seems that he is more suitable to be a warrior who charges into battle, rather than a priest."

Stone Crow said nothing.

"Okay, you go out. Get some rest early today, there may be a battle tomorrow, and those despicable Arapaho people are eager to die." The chief waved his hand.

"Yes." Shiyao responded, and then led the horse whistle out of the tent.

Just a few steps out of the tent, he couldn't help but scold the horse whistle: "What were you thinking just now? Have you forgotten what I told you?"

At the same time, the chief also said something similar. He looked at the high priest beside him: "What are you thinking about on a rainy day?"

The high priest calmly replied on a rainy day: "That shaman named Ma Shao, he looks very special."

"Special?" The chief disagreed, "I think it's rude. A real shaman should be like you."

"Everyone behaves inappropriately sometimes, and that's okay," the high priest said.

"Haha, I can't see, you've always been very decent, haven't you?" The chief laughed.

"Maybe..." Yu Tian had a calm face and sounded noncommittal. But he knew in his heart that the chief was wrong. Everyone will make mistakes, but not every mistake will be noticed.

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As the frontline of the battle, this place was the only way for the Arapaho people to go south. The Plains tribes stationed about 200 warriors here (note). Several other tribes also stationed many troops here, with a total strength of an estimated 1,000 people.

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From a Chinese perspective, the scale of a war with a thousand defenders is really a small fight, and can only be described in a single line in history books.

But for the Indians, this was undoubtedly a big battle.

This defense line guarded by thousands of people is like the Great Wall of the Apache nation. Correspondingly, the Arapaho people attacking from the north are like the Huns in the eyes of the Apaches.

In the Plains tribal settlements, most were Apaches, but there were also some Kiowas.

It is not difficult to tell the Kiowa people apart from the difference in language. Communication is not a problem, after all, they have lived there for a long time.

After the Mian Xiong clan arrived, they naturally wanted to say hello to other clans, especially the closely related brother clans who were one family fifty years ago.

At Shi Crow's request, Ma Whistle became a tool, performing whistles for relatives and friends.

Ma Shao has long been accustomed to his identity as a singer. The fragrance is flowing from his mouth and he opens his mouth to sing "return_of_the_ancients" by Warcraft.

As expected, everyone was attracted by this majestic and melodious tune, and the charm of music that spans time and space impressed every Apache warrior here.

To his surprise, while he was whistling, a thin and tall young man followed him and played the drums. The drum beat matched the music very well, and the audience enjoyed it even more.

"sounds amazing!"

"I didn't expect that the whistle could be blown like this. It sounds better than Ferdil!" The music ended, and the audience present all applauded.

Fedir is the drum in the young man's hand. The drum is not big and can be easily hung on the body. It is painted with colorful patterns.

"Hello, I am the long stick of the Tequila clan." The young man who had just played the drum introduced the horse whistle enthusiastically, and then said, "The whistle is really powerful."

After learning the name of the horse whistle, he asked again: "Can your whistle call the war horse?"

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Note:

According to the information I found, the population of the Plains Apache tribe in real history seems to have been very small, and it is unlikely that they would send a force of two hundred people. This must be an exaggeration.

There is too little information on Indians, and even less information on Chinese. Moreover, it is impossible for the novel to be written exactly according to the information. I hope everyone will not take it too seriously.