1840Indian rebirth

Looking at the dead white man's body on the ground, Ma Shao sat down - mainly because of the recoil of the shot.

In his previous life, he was a middle school teacher. His most bloody and brutal experience was when he was a child and he killed chickens in the countryside. Naturally, he was inexperienced in shooting people. Moreover, his body was young, so he felt quite physically and mentally exhausted after being shot.

It seems that it is better for children not to shoot guns.

He took a few deep breaths to calm down and touched the top of his head.

The wound on his head healed the moment the dagger was pulled out, but the energy that healed him seemed to have dissipated.

Even without the experiment, he was almost certain that he no longer had the damage-free buff.

This made him a little regretful, thinking that maybe he should have taken advantage of the invincible buff to rush back to the camp and give all the white people to the sharks?

Now he is just an ordinary Indian kid.

Wait, Indian kid?!

Ma Shao was startled, then stood up and looked around at the thin, young body. Only then did he suddenly realize his current identity, and at the same time, some scattered and trivial memories kept popping up in his mind.

Rebirth?

For this bizarre encounter, within the scope of his knowledge, this seemed to be the only reasonable explanation.

Ma Shao tried his best to sort out the memories of the past and present lives, and finally figured out the situation.

He indeed died of illness, but due to some unknown reason, which may be an accidental natural phenomenon or the intervention of a transcendent being, he was reborn in the United States in the 19th century and became an Apache Indian.

, the current physiological age is nine years old.

After his rebirth, his name was still "Horse Whistle" to a certain extent. To be precise, it was "horse whistle" in Apache language, and it could be appropriately translated as "Horse Whistle".

The name Ma Shao is a bit unusual among Chinese names, but in Indian culture it is a good name that can be passed down from generation to generation.

In fact, this is what has been passed down.

The father of this body was named Ma Shao, and he was a brave Apache warrior. He later died in a conflict with the Arapaho people, and the name was passed on to him.

Ma Shao did not feel any resistance to this rebirth experience, but felt joy.

After all, he died of illness in his twenties in his previous life, and now he is suddenly reborn at the age of nine. How can he be unhappy at such a lively age?

If he is a believer, he must thank God or something. But he does not believe in gods and Buddhas. He is an agnostic who believes in materialism.

Of course, there are also disadvantages.

For example, in the United States in the 19th century, as an Indian, the situation was definitely not good. Not only did productivity fall behind, but one's life was often in danger.

His clan had just suffered a massacre - the white men took advantage of the warriors of the clan to go hunting and slaughtered most of the women and children who stayed in the clan camp. Only a few escaped. This was the reason for the death of this body.

What’s more, Ma Shao inevitably misses everything about his previous life.

He misses the Internet, misses hot pot, misses mobile phones, and misses his girlfriend even more.

I can only wish Bingbing happiness, alas...

Ma Shao has no time to miss him.

Through the shield of the earth slope beside him, he heard a movement from the camp a few hundred meters away. He didn't know whether it was the tribesmen coming back or the white people were doing something.

People in the direction of the camp could not see him for the time being. To be on the safe side, he had to find a safer place to hide.

Of course, before that, he needs to bring his trophy - the white man's thing in front of him.

Mashao did a simple search and got the following valuable items:

Some coins, including U.S. dollar bills, U.S. gold coins, and Spanish silver dollars, were quite a lot in general, but he would definitely not be able to spend them for a while;

a somewhat crude pocket watch;

A dagger stained with blood and brains;

A leather jacket.

Of course, there is also the most practical thing, the muzzle-loading gun, to be precise, a muzzle-loading rifled flintlock gun.

Although Ma Shao's main job in his previous life was just a middle school physics teacher, he had many online part-time jobs, such as keyboard strategist, keyboard economist, keyboard politician, keyboard physics... Well, physics may not be counted as keyboard, at least middle school physics is definitely

Doesn't count.

With his own knowledge, he roughly identified the model of the gun - a Kentucky Long Rifle produced in Missouri in 1837.

In fact, it was written on the gun body, and he mainly used English knowledge.

The Kentucky rifles produced in various regions in various periods are different, but the common feature is the long barrel. For example, the total length of this gun is much taller than Ma Shao's current height. It is visually estimated to be over 1.5 meters, and it is quite heavy to hold.

Some inconvenience.

Fortunately, the Kentucky rifle is relatively slender and not too heavy.

The Kentucky rifle has a great reputation. During the American Revolutionary War, this gun was in the limelight.

In the famous Battle of Saratoga, American sniper Moses Murphy used this gun to kill British General Fraser, which greatly changed the situation of the Revolutionary War.

Through the writing on the gun, the horse whistle also obtained some other information.

This gun was produced in 1837, so naturally, according to white people’s chronology, the current time should be after 1837. At the same time, combined with the memory in the body, it seems that the Mexican-American War in 1846 has not yet started.

Taken together, it is probably the early 1840s.

Ma Shao still needs to ask someone to find out the more precise AD date. The old chief or shaman of the clan knows more about the outside world, so they should know.

In addition to these things, there is actually another very valuable thing, and that is the scalp of a white man.

As the saying goes, the white man offered a bounty for the scalp of the Indian, and the Indians naturally regarded the white man's scalp as an important trophy, which could at least bring honor.

But if you don't do it under the whistle, this thing is too hellish.

And he didn’t have the skills to do it. He might not be able to peel it off even if it was covered in blood for ten minutes. If the white people over there discovered it, it would be over.

It's better to run away quickly.

The horse whistler took these trophies, put on a leather jacket that was like a coat to him, and left the place in a hurry.

He didn't dare to run too far. He just wanted to avoid a group of white people nearby and would be safe when the tribe's warriors returned.

Compared with later generations, the United States at this time was quite wild, and the distant world was equally dangerous for a nine-year-old Apache child. There were not only white people, but also wild beasts, and of course Indians from hostile tribes - the Indians.

People are far from being monolithic, and the only ones that can really be relied upon at the moment are their own small clans.

Ma Shao found a cave and hid in it for several hours. When it got dark, he cautiously went out and walked around the camp.

Not far away, a horse's neigh and a shout suddenly came from diagonally ahead: "Go to hell, white man! The Mianxiong clan wants you to pay with blood!"

The horse whistle quickly took off his leather jacket and shouted in Apache: "It's me!"

Accompanied by a horse's neigh, a young Apache wearing two feathers on his head reined in his horse and stopped nearby. His eyes were red, and he had obviously just cried. He looked at him in disbelief: "Little whistle... you

Still alive?"