1840Indian rebirth

"call out--"

There was another sound of arrows, and an Arapaho fell down from his horse. He was holding a spear in his hand. As he died, the spear fell down and was stuck in the ground.

The horse whistle immediately drove his horse forward, leaned over and picked up the spear.

If it were an Indian's stone spear, he would certainly not be interested. Almost no one was willing to fight with a stone spear, which was used to stick fish.

But the spearhead of the spear in front of me is made of metal, mostly steel, with one edge, long and sharp. In other words, the spearhead is simply a bayonet.

The bayonet was obviously captured from the hands of the white people, tied to a wooden stick by the Arapaho and converted into a spear. The steel spear still had certain practical value on the battlefield.

The horse whistle looked around, searching for the next target.

But in the end, nothing was achieved. The battle near the Sleeping Bear Clan was basically over. The Arapaho offensive line was severely torn here, and the crack of defeat was spreading westward.

Seeing this, the horse whistle also turned west and joined the tribe to kill the remaining Arapaho people.

"Woo-hoo--woo ho--" the screaming sound echoed around again.

The black front flew quickly through the night, and the horse whistle continued to shoot arrows on its back. Almost every arrow could hit the enemy, with few misses.

"Ah!" Suddenly, a scream came from not far away, and it sounded a bit familiar, which surprised him who was focusing on hunting the enemy.

He quickly followed the sound and soon saw that it was a long stick and an Arapaho fighting on the ground. During the struggle, the Arapaho's stone ax hit the long stick's side.

Shoulder, causing it to scream just now.

The situation of the long stick is very dangerous.

The strong enemy pinned him down, and the stone ax kept approaching his neck.

He tried his best to hold the opponent's hands to prevent the stone ax from hitting his neck, but the injury to his shoulder made his resistance even weaker.

Seeing that the stone ax had reached one centimeter in front of his neck, as long as the Arapaho people exerted more force, they could cut his aorta, and the ruptured blood vessels would exhale his life in an instant.

A cruel smile appeared on the Arapaho man's face, and Long Stick seemed to have seen the scene of his own death in his pupils.

"Wow——"

Blood spattered and stained the long stick's face.

At first he thought the long stick was his own blood, but he soon realized that it was not. He hurriedly wiped the hot blood covering his eyes, and then took a closer look.

A sharp metal spear penetrated the Arapaho man's head from his temple!

"You..." Chang Guang turned around and saw the horse whistle holding a spear, and hesitated, "You, what is your name?"

Horse whistle: "..."

"Oh, by the way, your name is Ma Shao." Chang Guan suddenly remembered, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, "Thank you for saving me."

"Where's your horse?" the horse whistle asked casually while looking around with a spear in the Arapaho's head.

"My horse is dead." Long Stick gasped to calm down his emotions and the pain caused by his wound.

The horse whistle took a look at his injuries, and at the same time bent his bow and arrow, aiming at somewhere in the night: "You can rest in the back, this battle should be over soon."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "whoosh" sound, and an almost invisible enemy with a long stick was shot off his horse by a powerful arrow.

Then the horse whistle picked up the spear and charged at the nearest enemy. Immediately under the huge impact, the sharp spear penetrated the enemy's back in one fell swoop, revealing its edge in the blood blooming on the chest!

This is the power of stirrups.

It is almost impossible for cavalry without stirrups to charge with a spear.

Only when equipped with stirrups can the cavalry engage in high-intensity close combat and better utilize the power of the galloping horses without having to worry about being thrown away or pushed away.

After a while, the horse whistle killed several more Arapaho people.

Chang Guang stared blankly at this unrivaled and brave figure, almost forgetting that Ma Shao was just a thirteen-year-old boy who had just entered the battlefield...

Just as Ma Shao said, the whole battle is coming to an end and will be over in a short while.

This night attack by the Arapaho was quite good, and it did catch the Apaches a little off guard, but they obviously did not expect the existence of the Sleeping Bear Clan.

At least, they certainly did not expect the existence of such a ferocious Sleeping Bear clan.

The Sleeping Bear Clan only had twenty warriors, but their actual combat effectiveness far exceeded this number, so that soon after the war started, they quickly tore apart the Arapaho offensive like a sharp knife.

The Arapaho people thus entered a disadvantageous situation, and finally ended the attack in embarrassment and fled in defeat.

Most of the time, the Apaches were at a disadvantage in conflicts with the Arapaho people, so seeing the retreating Arapaho people, many Apaches were very excited and took advantage of the situation to pursue them.

"Woo-hoo--"

The screams still echoed across the wilderness, but they were only from the Apaches. They were the cheers of the victors.

Many people went to chase the Arapaho, but as the undisputed MVP of this battle, the horse whistle just stayed at the camp, silently looking at the northern night.

There was no winner's joy on his face.

Chang Guan covered his injured shoulder, walked up to him, and asked, "What's wrong? We won, but you don't look happy at all."

"This is indeed a victory, but it is also a defeat." The horse whistle looked at the corpses around the camp.

After this battle, the total Indian population was reduced by one or two hundred people, and the disadvantage faced by the colonists was slightly expanded. In his view, this was certainly a defeat.

But he didn't continue.

The Arapaho and the Apache are currently at war. In the eyes of many Apaches, the Arapaho are more hateful than the white people.

Talking about uniting the Arapaho people at this time is simply a delusion. Not only is it meaningless, it will also attract abuse from the tribesmen.

"Actually, I understand what you mean." Changzhi's words surprised Ma Shao, "White people are the real enemies. We should put aside our hatred and unite, just like what Black Panther advocates when crossing the border."

Ma Shao nodded, but said helplessly: "It's not easy to let go of hatred."

"Indeed." Chang Guan was silent for a moment, "What do you think we should do?"

"Only the victor can let go of hatred calmly." Ma Shao felt that there was nothing to worry about, "Defeat the Arapaho first."

Hearing this, Chang Guan was thoughtful for a while, until a pain came from the injury on his shoulder, making him take a breath: "Hiss..."

Ma Shao looked at his wound, thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have any wine?"

"liquor?"

"Yes, wine." Ma Shao added, "I mean the liquor brewed by white people."