1840Indian rebirth

The white woman's matter caused some waves, and almost no one could understand Ma Shao's thoughts.

In the eyes of most Apaches, the nature of the behavior of the horse whistle is very clear - destroying other people's property, and there seems to be no reason.

In fact, it is easy for Ma Shao to escape.

As long as he claimed that he had received a revelation from the Great Spirit and that only by killing the white woman could he avoid a disaster, no one would care.

But he didn't say that, so he had to go to see the chief of the tent guard and the oak chief. The tent guard was his boss, and the oak chief was the bald-headed boss, so they asked them about the reason for the whistle.

"Why did you do that?" Shou Tent asked, frowning.

With the mediation of the rainy day, the relationship between the tent-guarding chief and Ma Shao improved, but this incident deepened his dissatisfaction with Ma Shao.

Chief Oak also looked at the horse whistle, waiting for his answer.

"I just think that raping women is not what a soldier should do..." Ma Shao said.

"But she is white." Shou tent interrupted, "How can you defend white people?"

Oak's attitude was better and he said slowly: "This is how white people treat us. One of my wife's sisters had the same experience. She was tortured to death by white soldiers... We should also treat white people in the same way. This is very difficult.

Fair, isn't it?"

Ma Shao really didn't know what to say. On the one hand, he knew that it was almost impossible to convince the tribesmen on this issue, and on the other hand, it was because he himself was a little unclear.

According to his thinking model, if you want to persuade someone to do something, you must clarify the value of it.

Moreover, Ma Shao will not talk about illusory things, such as "the reason why human beings are human beings". What he wants to explain is the value of reality, which is as clear and specific as physics.

So what is the value of not harming white civilians and captives?

In order to prevent white people from harming their own civilians and captives? In order to occupy the moral high ground? Or in order to prevent white people from working so hard when fighting Indians - they can be prisoners anyway?

None of these reasons sound convincing, at least to today's Indians.

"Wouldn't this mean that we are no different from white people?" Mashao gave another evasive answer.

"Why is there no difference?" Oak said, "Although they are all killings, the white people are invading, and we are taking revenge. These are not the same thing."

The tent guard then said: "We cannot be merciful to the enemy, there is no doubt about it!"

Rainy Day said at this time: "Ma Shao's integrity is as innate as his strength. I think this is just a small mistake. I am willing to compensate Bald Head for him, Chief Oak."

"There is no need to compensate. She is just a white slave girl who is about to die. She has nothing to lose with her bald head." Oak waved his hand, "I also understand Ma Shao. Any thirteen-year-old boy will have some naive ideas, even if

A genius like him is no exception."

The tent guard looked at the horse whistle: "I just hope you won't make the same mistake again in the future. You are now the war chief of the plains tribe."

"I understand." Ma Shao nodded.

After a while, he left the big chief's tent, and Rainy Day followed him, asking: "Why do you have such an idea?"

Ma Shao was silent for a while: "It's like you said, it's something you're born with."

…

After a few days, people forgot about it. After all, to the Apaches, this was just a white prisoner.

Mashao's life has also returned to its previous rhythm. Every day he is either teaching in literacy classes or leading pistol troops in training.

In the blink of an eye, it’s October.

The Arapaho, the great enemy in the north, have not made any move yet, almost making the Apaches think that they have retreated to the Colorado Plateau and will never come out again.

But the Arapaho are Arapaho after all. As the most warlike of all Indian tribes, how could they give up and give up their plans for the southern expedition just because of a small defeat?

So on this day, while the Apaches in the camp were enjoying the cool autumn breeze, the dark clouds of war came again from the northern plateau.

"The Arapaho are coming!"

Several wounded cavalrymen returned to the camp in embarrassment. They were the tribesmen responsible for patrolling. Their tragic situation was obviously caused by the Arapaho people.

"How many are there?" asked Warchief Oak.

"There may be a thousand people." The leader of the messenger panted and looked pale. There was an arrow stuck in his arm and blood was flowing. "This is a big war."

A thousand Arapahos!

Everyone who heard this number changed their expressions. After all, the Arapaho people were already very powerful in combat, and their number was almost the same as our own. Thinking about it makes people shudder.

After months of silence among the Arapaho people, the big one is finally coming.

But the Apaches were able to maintain a stalemate with the Arapaho people so far, so they were certainly not timid people, so they did not hesitate and immediately prepared to fight.

Thousands of Apaches mounted their war horses and took bows, arrows, tomahawks, wooden shields, guns and other weapons, waiting for their upcoming enemy.

"Didi——" the unique whistle of the horse whistle sounded throughout the camp.

The soldiers he trained rallied in response, quickly lined up with astonishing speed and order, and stood at the forefront of all Apache warriors.

"Do you still remember what I taught you?" The horse whistle looked at the two hundred pistol cavalry, "Now is the time to test!"

"Ula!"

The soldiers shouted in unison.

Although other tribesmen have long known the unique slogan of the Pistol Corps, they still couldn't help but be shocked when they heard this huge wave of shouts on the battlefield.

Soon, a group of figures appeared on the plain ahead. They came on horseback, and the enemy trembled slightly as they advanced. There was no doubt that they were the Arapaho people.