1840Indian rebirth

The problem lies in this "oooo", which is a slogan that many Indians like to shout to express certain passionate emotions.

The sound was rapid and sharp, and it sounded quite intimidating, but when there were more people, it became more noisy.

Ma Shao thinks it should be changed.

"Soldiers, let me teach you a slogan." He asked the soldiers to regroup and stand, and then said.

"The slogan is-Ula!"

That's right, Mashao decided to change the tribe's "Wulu" to "Ula". The two sounds a bit similar, but the latter is obviously easier to shout uniformly, and has a rich pronunciation, which is more likely to be a deterrent.

Russians like to shout this slogan, but in fact it is not just the Russians. Many ethnic groups in history have similar slogans.

In fact, Ma Shao believed that this might be a habit passed down from millions of years ago. After all, he always felt that the rapid "oooo" sounded a bit like a monkey's cry.

"U-la!" He demonstrated it to the soldiers again and asked them to shout together.

"U-la!"

After repeating it several times, everyone will know how to shout, and know how to keep the rhythm and be as consistent as possible with others.

"Ula!" Two hundred people shouted at the same time, making a thunderous cry with awe-inspiring momentum.

"Let's charge again, and add this slogan." The horse whistle said, and soon he blew the charge horn again and led everyone to charge.

Sure enough, the uniform cavalry wall and the uniform "Ula" sound pushed the team's momentum to a new peak, like a torrent.

Time passes slowly.

Mashao is busy teaching and training every day. He feels quite satisfied when he sees more and more literate tribesmen and the momentum of the Pistol Cavalry getting stronger day by day.

Although he sometimes longs for the war that can bring him prestige, this kind of stable and fulfilling life is not repulsive.

But peace will eventually be broken one day, and the way it is broken is often unexpected.

"That's the end of the class. Let's take a break. Next class we'll talk about American history." Ma Shao announced, putting down the chalk as usual and turning around to leave.

Most students started card duel immediately. In fact, this game is the reason why many people participate in literacy classes.

However, a few students ran away and hurriedly got into a tent in the distance, leaving Ma Shao with a confused look on his face.

"What did they do?" Ma Shao couldn't help but ask the student next to him.

"Hey, teacher, don't you know yet?" A student said with a lewd look on his face.

"?" Ma Shao was even more confused.

"Come on, teacher, we'll take you there." Several students shouted, "There's something good over there, it's more exciting than a duel card!"

With curiosity, the horse whistle followed a few people towards the tent.

But he soon frowned.

"No - please! No!" The painful and desperate screams of women came from the tent, speaking in English.

At this time, someone explained: "Baldhead robbed a group of white farmers somewhere and got a beautiful white woman. Everyone is queuing up! Haha!"

The Midwest is desolate, and due to the gathering of Indians, it is rare to see white civilians here, but there are still some after all.

So just like white people treat Indians, Indians often use the most brutal methods to deal with white people, and no one will distinguish between soldiers and civilians.

Men cut their scalp directly.

As for women, of course, they should "make the most of everything" first, and then have their scalps cut off.

"But if you go, teacher, they will definitely let you come first!"

"Hahaha!"

The students were still laughing and cheering, unaware that Ma Shao's face had turned gloomy.

"Wow -" He stepped forward and opened the tent.

The sun shone into the dim tent, and the scene inside was just like what the students described: a white woman lying naked on the ground, with a dozen men surrounding her.

"Please..." The woman was already covered in bruises and even had her nipples bitten off, but she was still pleading.

The men in the tent did not understand her language and did not care. Some of them were beating and abusing her, some were doing needlework, and some were waiting in line for their own moment.

"Teacher Mashao!"

"Come on, our war chief is here!"

The next scene was just like what the students described. When many people saw the horse whistle coming in, they expressed their willingness to give up their seats and let him enjoy it first.

The person who is immersed in work is a short, bald man - his baldness is not caused by baldness, but by half of his scalp being peeled off, and the tragic scar has permanently replaced his hair.

He has a bald head.

When the bald man saw the horse whistle, his movements couldn't help but froze, and his expression was a little embarrassed and hesitant: "Well, um... do you need me to give in?"

Ma Shao was silent for a while: "No need."

"Ha, thank you very much." The bald man looked happy and quickly sped up his movements, trying to finish the job as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ma Shao suddenly took out the revolver from his waist and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

With the sound of a gunshot, the woman's screams stopped abruptly. A bullet exhausted its kinetic energy in her head and ended her pain.

Everyone was shocked and confused, staring blankly at the horse whistle.

Ma Shao also had mixed feelings.

In the past minute or so, many thoughts flashed through his mind.

His first thought was to rescue the victim, but he soon realized that he had no reason to do so; the Indians would not spare their white captives.

Humanitarianism, even more than a hundred years into the future, will only be observed by a few countries in practice, and often not strictly.

Needless to say, killing all the young and old in the village or arresting them as slaves is the consensus in dealing with enemies. Those who talk about humanitarianism are either professors lecturing students on campus, or members of parliament attacking political opponents in parliament.

Mashao had no reason to let his tribe spare a white man, but as a 21st century Chinese deeply influenced by education, he could not stand such an atrocity happening in front of him.

So he finally chose to shoot to end the white woman's suffering in advance.

After a short silence.

The bald man put on his clothes angrily and said: "What are you doing? She is my trophy, why do you kill her!"

He was so angry that he came to the horse whistle in a few steps, as if he wanted to teach the horse whistle a lesson.

But after all, he did not have the courage. Ma Shao gave him a cold look, and he suppressed his anger and just asked: "What do you mean? Why do you want to kill my trophies? I am even willing to let you go first." Enjoy her!”

Ma Shao had no intention of explaining, sighed, turned and left.

Looking at his leaving figure, Baldhead stamped his feet angrily: "Crazy!"