1840Indian rebirth

"This is my brother's wine. Many people like it, but I don't like it. It tastes too strong." The long stick entered the tent and took out a wine bag, "Do you want to drink it?"

"No, I use it to treat wounds." Ma Shao took the wine bag.

"Treat the wound?" Chang Guan looked confused.

Ma Shao nodded and opened his collar: "You have to be mentally prepared, this will be very painful."

When a nervous look appeared on Chang Guan's face, the horse whistle opened the wine bag and poured the strong liquor into the wound on his shoulder.

"Ah!" Long Stick howled suddenly, sweating violently, and was out of breath, "Huh huh huh huh huh..."

After a while, the liquor was finally poured out, and he seemed to be about to collapse. He looked pale and said, "I have lived for twenty-four years and I have never felt such pain... Can it really heal wounds?"

Ma Shao said: "It is normal to feel pain, and any treatment process will not be pleasant."

After cleaning the wound, he found linen cloth to wrap the long stick, and at the same time warned: "It is very important to keep the wound clean."

"Don't you need to apply herbal medicine?" Chang Guan hesitated. In people's minds, herbal medicine and dancing are necessary treatments.

"Strong liquor will do." Ma Shao said casually.

Indian witch doctors are not divided into different families, and their medical theories can be directly used as the setting of fantasy novels. They include a large number of strange and powerful treatment methods, such as the magic dance and various strange herbal formulas.

Ma Shao did not trust these herbs. In contrast, there was no doubt that alcohol had a disinfecting effect, at least it could play some role.

Of course, as the saying goes, a fool will always find something after all his considerations. There were also some things that surprised him in the extremely crude herbal medicine of the Indians, such as... penicillin.

Yes, penicillin.

Some Indian witch doctors would use mold scraped from trees when treating, which obviously took advantage of the effect of penicillin, although the Indians only followed the experience passed down by their ancestors and did not understand the principles.

However, this crude method of utilization is very inefficient and unsafe. This cannot be said to be penicillin with impurities, but impurities of penicillin, and maybe even the bird droppings on the trees are scraped off and mixed together.

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The medicine of this era is generally not very good, and there is no comparison with the modern medicine that will redefine death in the future.

Not to mention Indians, even American doctors at the same time would say such famous sayings as "sometimes cure, often help, always comfort." It can be seen that comfort and help are the themes of current medicine, and cure is a blessing.

Of course, comfort does not mean it is ineffective. In fact, comfort is also very effective. Psychological suggestion is always a good medicine.

Therefore, Ma Shao thought for a moment and then said: "This is my unique formula. It is very magical. Don't worry. You just need to be careful not to get dirt on the wound now. You can take off the bandage in a few days and see again.

The effect will definitely be beyond your expectation.”

Hearing this, Chang Guan's face couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Let's go count the number of enemies killed." He thought of something and immediately left the tent first.

A few minutes later.

"What are you doing?" Chang Guan looked at the horse whistle who was moving the body in confusion.

"These, these are the enemies I killed." The horse whistle moved another Arapaho corpse to an open space, where he had already piled two corpses.

The long stick shook the scalp, which was still stained with blood, in his hand: "It's enough to cut off the scalp. There's no need to move the body. Don't you know?"

"...I don't know how to scalp." He couldn't move his hands from the horse whistle because he felt it was too disgusting, even though this was a necessary skill for almost all warriors living in the Americas.

"Let me help you."

"No, I can just move the corpses. This won't bother me." The horse whistle was incredibly powerful, and it was easy to move a few corpses. In a short while, nine corpses were piled in one place.

Of course he killed more than nine Arapahos, at least twelve or thirteen, but some of the bodies could not be found. Of course, they may have been claimed by others. Pretending to take credit is not uncommon at all times and in all countries.

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The pursuing Apache warriors returned to the camp one after another. The battle was officially over, and the joy of victory filled the camp.

"What a beautiful counterattack! The Arapaho chief will probably cry tonight, haha!"

"After this lesson, they will probably stop for a while."

"I think we should continue chasing and drive the Arapaho people back to the plateau!"

Among the Apaches, the most excited ones were undoubtedly the warriors of the Sleeping Bear clan. Only one person in the twenty-man team died, and none of the others were seriously injured.

However, they killed more than fifty Arapaho people, and almost everyone killed more than two enemies.

The nine corpses piled up next to him made the horse whistle become the focus of people.

However, Ma Shao had no time to enjoy people's admiration and admiration. Instead, he was busy treating the wounded.

The treatment method is the same as before. After disinfecting with strong alcohol, use clean linen as a bandage to bandage the wound. Although it is simple, it is somewhat effective.

During the treatment process, the pain caused by pouring liquor on the wounds made all the wounded remember him, and they may never forget him in their lifetime. Of course, the wounded must also remember a few words he repeated repeatedly, such as

"Wound cleaning", "unique formula" and so on...

"nine!"

When the chief of Pingyuan learned about Ma Shao's achievements, he was shocked and even couldn't believe it. However, the nine corpses piled in the camp and the testimonies of other soldiers convinced him that it was true.

"Ma Shao, I saw you right, you are an outstanding warrior!" He quickly recovered from the shock, then laughed and patted Ma Shao on the shoulder.

"All Apaches will remember your great achievements. At tomorrow's ceremony, I will award you with nine eagle feathers on behalf of the Plains Tribe!"

The vast majority of Indian warriors only have two or three eagle feathers in their lifetime. Nine eagle feathers is a great honor, and it also means some kind of power. For example, on the battlefield, those with more feathers can command those with fewer feathers.

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The horse whistle was lukewarm about this, and just responded with some polite words. A few eagle feathers were not the goal he was pursuing.

Just as the chief said, in order to celebrate this victory, people held a celebration ceremony the next day. Not only the plains tribes, but also all the Apache tribes stationed here participated in the ceremony.

In addition to guarding the tent, there were also three chiefs present, from the Mescalero tribe, the Jicarilla tribe and the Chiricahua tribe.

The Apache Conference, composed of four great chiefs, is the highest command body of this thousand-man army.