1840Indian rebirth

"The reason you just mentioned is very good." Rainy Day likes Ma Shao's theory very much, "Wine should really be regarded as a kind of medicine, not food."

The two of them had a casual conversation about the wine.

And after just a few words of exchange, Mashao's previous judgment on the rainy day by judging people by their appearance was confirmed - this person is indeed knowledgeable or has extraordinary intelligence.

It is obvious that this high priest has extremely developed language skills.

His language ability is so outstanding that anyone who has a conversation with him can easily detect it.

Compared with language systems such as Chinese and English that have been written for many years, the Indian language is obviously not mature enough. It has no written language and is not spoken. There are also some problems in oral expression.

The language itself is not mature enough, coupled with the lack of education and the absence of Chinese classes, resulting in the language ability of the vast majority of people being at a low level.

Since Ma Shao's rebirth, one intuitive experience in his daily life is that interpersonal communication is more difficult, especially when it involves complex information. A conversation that he could complete in one minute in his previous life may now take two minutes.

This is not his problem. In fact, his Apache language skills are excellent. Other tribesmen often have more difficulty communicating with each other.

Over the past few years, Mashao had become accustomed to this inefficient interpersonal communication, until he met the high priest.

The same Apache language, when spoken by others, is unclear and vague, but when spoken on a rainy day, it is well organized and watertight.

Ma Shao even felt that Yu Tian might have the highest language proficiency among the entire Apache tribe.

In the presence of other people, talking on a rainy day is simply a pleasure.

On the other side, the high priest actually had similar feelings. Ma Shao was the person he had ever seen who had the highest level of Apache language besides himself.

He finally no longer had to act like a language teacher, teaching while talking. This made him relieved.

"By the way, I noticed that many warriors of the Sleeping Bear Clan seem to be equipped with stirrups? They are the riding tools used by white people." On a rainy day, the subject changed and he asked about stirrups.

"To be precise, everyone is equipped with stirrups." The horse whistle nodded.

"Is this the source of your strength?" It was obvious that he had never used stirrups on a rainy day.

"One of the sources." Ma Shao said as he took his own bow. "The other source is the strong bow in our hands."

I took over the strong bow on a rainy day and played with it for a while.

He has a slim build and a gentle temperament. He probably has no combat experience, but horseback riding and archery are the basic skills of the Apaches. Everyone, regardless of age or gender, knows something about it.

Therefore, he could still detect the extraordinary features of this bow, and then he couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that the Mianxiong clan has a great craftsman, and your wooden stirrups were also designed by him, right?"

"Greatness is out of the question." Ma Shao said with some embarrassment. Although he has been a man for two generations, this is the first time he has been associated with this word.

"Why can't we talk about it? This bow -" Rainy Day seemed to suddenly realize something, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

He turned his head and looked at Ma Shao with some disbelief: "Could it be...could that craftsman be you?"

"That's right," the horse whistle said.

The high priest looked at him blankly, and it took him a while to recover from his surprise, but then, a trace of thought and hesitation flashed in his eyes.

This change of expression made Ma Shao stunned.

Would he suspect that I was bragging?

However, it turned out that Ma Shao had overthought things. He seemed to trust him on the rainy day and did not doubt the authenticity of the matter at all.

"Although I am not a qualified warrior, I believe this is a great creation." He strummed the strong bow string on a rainy day, "And you are undoubtedly a great creator."

"This is not a creation." Ma Shao said, "white people must have mastered similar or even more advanced technology long ago."

This is the truth.

He didn't know anything about cold weapons in his previous life, and he had never been on the battlefield. He was a 100% pure bow and arrow layman, and the powerful bow currently used by the Mian Xiong clan was just a blind guess based on his knowledge of mechanics.

Although he has always favored the present over the past, if he said that this could reach the level of high-end bows and arrows in the 19th century, it would be too much to underestimate the ancients.

Ma Shao even suspected that the bow and arrow he designed might not even reach the level of the Han Dynasty in China - he still knew the story about Li Guang shooting a tiger.

That is to say, the Indians' bow and arrow technology was too primitive, so the bows they designed were outstanding.

Of course, it is also possible that he has unintentionally figured out some advanced technical details, but he feels that this possibility can be ignored.

"It makes sense." The high priest obviously has a clear understanding of the power of white people, "but you also relied on your own wisdom to create it."

He returned the strong bow to the horse whistle, and then hesitated: "I wonder if you would like to let people from other clans also equip your stirrups and bows and arrows?"

"Of course." Ma Shao said without hesitation. He never thought this was an issue that needed to be considered. "This is not only the case for the clan, but also for our brother tribes."

"Even our brother nations, the Kiowa, the Navajo, and all the indigenous nations that are willing to unite, they should have sharper weapons."

When I heard this on a rainy day, I couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Many Indians in this era are still confused and confused on the road to despair. But there are also many Indians who are sober, even sober to the point of tragic.

On rainy days it was the latter. He wanted the Indians to unite, but he didn't think that was possible.

But there was a strange kind of determination in Ma Shao's words. The degree of determination was beyond his imagination. He didn't know how to describe it, let alone how to understand it.

This made him feel a little confused.

He calmed down his expression: "In this case, I'm sorry to trouble you. But after yesterday's battle, the Arapaho people should not come again in a short time. We have enough time to equip all tribesmen with stirrups and strong bows."

The two talked for a few more words and left first on a rainy day.

The horse whistle returned to the crowd of the Mian Xiong clan. As soon as he came back, Stone Crow couldn't help but said: "You shouldn't anger the chief."

"The high priest will help me persuade the chief." Ma Shao said.

"This may not necessarily work. Even if it works, it will be difficult to change the chief's impression of you." Stone Crow sighed, "He didn't have a good impression of you the first time he saw you."

Ma Shao didn't say anything. He didn't really care.

After a while.

"By the way, why don't I know anything about your father?" Shi Ya asked, "It's the one you just talked about about spirits."