1840Indian rebirth

"Yes." The horse whistle smiled and nodded. Soon after obtaining the Black Blade, he mastered the same skill as his father, and could use the whistle to summon war horses.

"Then you really live up to your name. You must be the bravest warrior on the battlefield." Chang Gu said.

Ma Shao felt that Chang Guan was more like his name. He was tall and thin, and really looked like a stick. However, they were not familiar with each other, so he did not say this.

He just smiled: "I hope so. In fact, this is my first time on the battlefield."

"First time?" Long Stick was a little surprised. In his opinion, only teenage children of the Apaches could go to the battlefield for the first time.

"I am thirteen years old this year." Ma Shao guessed his thoughts and explained.

"Thirteen!"

There were fifty or sixty people present, and all of them were surprised when they heard this.

In this era when the average height of human males is only about 1.6 meters or even shorter, Ma Shao is taller than most adults and has well-developed muscles. He looks like a brave young man no matter how he looks.

For a thirteen-year-old boy to grow into such a physique is almost a supernatural event.

"My student is indeed only thirteen years old. This is a fact. The Great Spirit has given him extraordinary strength and talent." Shi Yao said, although his expression was still calm, there was still a faint hint of Versailles in his tone.

Of course, he didn't do it to show off his students in front of others, at least not just for this. He truly believed that Ma Shao had been blessed by the Great Spirit.

These words made Ma Shao a little embarrassed, but others firmly believed that Shi Ya was a trusted shaman, so people couldn't help but look at Ma Shao with a little more envy and even admiration in their eyes.

Everyone chatted for a while, and then the horse whistles were coaxed to whistle a few more times, and the long sticks also followed the drums.

However, this is a military camp after all, and there is still some discipline, so before nightfall, the people of the Mianxiong clan had to go to rest.

They have just arrived here and have not been assigned any patrols or tasks. They can have a good night's rest. But by tomorrow, their good days will be over.

In fact, there is no waiting until tomorrow at all.

Just a few hours later, late at night, a battle broke out without warning.

"Arapaho!"

"Attack! Attack!"

The shouts in the camp broke everyone's dreams, including the warriors of the Sleeping Bear clan.

Ma Shao stood up, feeling his head buzzing, not because he was awakened, but because he was participating in a battle for the first time.

Since his rebirth, he has killed two people, but one was a white man who was frightened by the sight of his rebirth, and the other was a panicked horse thief, which is not the same thing as war at all.

Now, the real war is coming!

When he first encountered the war, Ma Shao felt unprecedented mood swings. Adrenaline was secreted like a ejaculation, leaving him without any feeling of weakness when he just woke up.

"Didi——" He blew a huge whistle like a whistle, calling to the nearby Black Front.

When the horse whistle rushed out of the tent, Hei Feng arrived just in time. He immediately jumped on the horse, bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and looked ahead.

In the dark night, the incoming Arapaho attacked the Apache camp. Under the light of torches, the horse whistle saw about thirty or forty enemies nearby.

Similar to the Apaches, the main weapons used by the Arapaho were bows and arrows and stone axes. They rode horses and galloped through the night, shooting arrows everywhere.

"Woohoo - Wuho -" screams from both sides resounded everywhere on the battlefield, which sounded a bit like the cry of a group of monkeys. This may be a custom passed down by millions of humans.

An Arapaho broke through the defenses. Holding a torch in his hand, he rushed at full speed toward a tent, seemingly intending to set it on fire.

The horse whistle discovered him in time, drew the bow string to full capacity, and immediately sharp arrows shot out!

Due to the excitement and nervousness of participating in the battle for the first time, the accuracy of the arrow was a little off. Instead of hitting the head as expected, it hit the horse underneath the opponent.

"Eh-" The horse whined after being shot into the body by a sharp arrow and fell to the ground.

The Arapaho on its back also fell off, but it adjusted its posture in time and was not obviously injured.

After the horse whistle missed, he immediately kicked the horse in the belly and galloped over. At the same time, he raised the "meteor ax" in his hand, and the rotating stone ax made a "whooshing" sound in the air.

Seizing the opportunity, he suddenly let go and the stone ax flew out!

"Ah!" The Arapaho man who hurriedly got up from the ground was about to pick up the torch when he screamed and could not get up again. Instead, he was hit in the back by a stone axe. You could even see him being split open from the wound.

of spine.

The horse whistle quickly pulled back the meteor ax, bent the bow and arrow again, and aimed at the enemy not far away.

"Wha--" This time he was accurate and shot the opponent in the face with an arrow, penetrating from the nose into the skull and killing him on the spot.

Killing two enemies in a row is already a good achievement, especially for a recruit who is new to the battlefield.

Ma Shao couldn't help but become even more excited.

But his excitement didn't last for two seconds when a sharp arrow flew from nowhere and grazed his scalp from the back of his head, making his hair stand on end and dripping with cold sweat.

This is a battlefield!

The battlefield is full of murderous intent, and anyone can die at any time.

The consciousness and operation to save your life are as important as killing the enemy, or even more important.

Thinking of this, Ma Shao immediately cleared all the intense emotions from his mind and forced himself into a calm state.

Strong emotions sometimes have unexpected magical effects, but calmness and reason are the lasting kings.

After regaining his composure, Mashao's various advantages were fully utilized.

Thanks to his long-term scientific diet and exercise, he has strong strength and endurance, as well as keen vision, hearing and reaction capabilities.

He is also equipped with stirrups and a strong bow, and the horse he rides is also a strong and fierce Black Blade.

On the entire battlefield, there is no cavalry more powerful than him. He is the fiercest boy here!

One arrow, two arrows, three arrows, four arrows, five arrows...

Shoot five arrows in a row, killing five people in a row!

At this time, some Arapaho people were vaguely aware that there seemed to be an unusually powerful guy in the Apache camp opposite.

But they couldn't determine who the sharpshooter was.

It's dark now, and the field of vision is already very poor. Moreover, the horse sentry rides a pure black horse, so it is directly semi-invisible in the night.

There is another reason. There is not a single feather on the head of the horse whistle. At first glance, it looks like a recruit who has just entered the battlefield. No one could have imagined that the recruit could be so fierce.

So the horse whistle shot and killed almost ten people, but met almost no resistance. Occasionally someone attacked him, but they were no match at all.

In addition to him, because they were also equipped with stirrups and strong bows, the other warriors of the Sleeping Bear clan also performed very well, and their fighting power was obviously better than others, and they quickly completely defeated the Arapaho people in this area.