1840Indian rebirth

As age and skills accumulate, the horse whistle becomes louder and louder, as if it has an aura that soars into the sky, resounding across the grassland.

"Hurrah!" Two hundred pistol cavalry shouted in unison, and at the same time they collectively launched a high-speed charge towards the Arapaho people on the opposite side.

The horse whistle held an iron shield in one hand and a revolver in the other, charging at the front of the team.

His war horse Heifeng also wore some armor, and with the various items he carried, it was not light, but with Heifeng's strength, it was easy.

The horse sentry took the lead, and two hundred pistol cavalry formed a horizontal formation and surged away amidst the fearless shouts of "Ula".

Seeing such an imposing manner, the eight hundred tribesmen behind him were stunned and didn't know how to react for a while.

"Charge, charge!" The war chief of the Mescalero tribe was the first to react and also called on his men to charge.

However, compared with the rigorously trained pistol troops, their charge was really loose and loose, with almost no formation at all.

When the eight hundred tribesmen in the rear launched a charge, the pistol troops led by the horse whistle had already approached the Arapaho people, and the distance between the two sides was shortened to a hundred meters.

"Ula! Ula! Ula!" the shouts of the pistol cavalry grew louder and louder.

The momentum of their charge shocked even their tribe, not to mention the impact felt by the enemy Arapaho.

Horses are not fools, and neither are humans.

Seeing a wall of cavalry coming towards them at a speed much higher than their own, the first reaction of many Arapaho people was to turn their horses.

With this U-turn, the Arapaho's formation immediately became chaotic, even though they had no formation at all.

Seeing the chaos in the enemy's formation, the horse whistle immediately pulled the trigger and fired the first shot.

"boom!"

An Arapaho fell off his horse in response.

"Bang bang bang!" A group of pistol cavalry also pulled the triggers. In less than ten seconds, everyone fired two or three shots.

In an instant, the Arapaho people felt an unprecedented intensity of firepower, and screams occurred one after another.

"ah!"

"what happened!"

"What is that short gun? How--" The Arapaho who was speaking suddenly stopped. A lead bullet penetrated his neck, and blood spurted out.

For the first time, the design wisdom of firearms master Samuel Colt was unreservedly revealed to the world, and countless blood was shed for it.

The fierce charge and intensive firepower tore apart the Arapaho formation in an instant.

With the rapid death of hundreds of Arapaho people, the horse whistle led two hundred people to directly penetrate the enemy's large army, like a sharp blade cutting through mud.

Although Ma Shao had always believed that his pistol unit had strong combat effectiveness, he never expected that the battle would go so smoothly.

After a moment of confusion, the horse whistle blew loudly again, first ordering the troops to turn around, and then charging again from behind the Arapaho people.

They charged from behind, but the other eight hundred tribesmen had already arrived, and the two sides were able to form an encirclement.

For a time, the Apaches formed a hammer and anvil force against the Arapaho people, and they attacked fiercely.

What happened next was without any surprises.

The Arapaho people had never had such an experience. Within ten seconds of the battle, their morale and formation collapsed, and then they had to face an encircling attack by a thousand enemies with almost no damage.

They didn't have any chance to resist, they were like fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by others.

After a few minutes, most of the remaining Arapaho people had to surrender, lay down their weapons, and lie down on the ground.

Some Arapaho people also escaped. They rode their horses and fled away regardless of direction. There were more or less pursuing Apaches behind them.

The horse whistle is chasing an enemy. This enemy wears a war crown and is most likely either a war chief or a war chief. Of course he doesn't want to let him go.

However, the man ran quite far away, and when he saw that he could no longer catch up, he immediately took out a Kentucky rifle, aimed the slender barrel forward, and then pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

As a rifled gun that turned the tide of the war by sniping British generals during the American Revolutionary War, the Kentucky rifle is almost equivalent to the sniper rifle of this era, with long range and high accuracy.

Of course, it mainly depends on luck, at least for Ma Shao, he has almost never used this gun.

Fortunately, this shot was a lucky one. After the gunshot, the Arapaho man wearing a war crown quickly fell down and fell on the grassland.

The horse whistle reattached the rifle to Hei Feng, then rushed over with the revolver.

After arriving at the place, they saw the Arapaho and the war horse lying on the ground, unable to move. The blood that was still flowing formed a pool of blood on the grass next to them.

However, the horse whistle soon realized something was wrong. The blood was clearly coming from the belly of the war horse!

And almost at the same time, the Arapaho who had been lying motionless on the ground suddenly stood up with a roar, holding a sharp dagger, and stabbed straight at the front door of the horse sentry!

The horse whistle hurriedly dodged to avoid it, but still did not completely dodge it. There was a cut on his arm, and blood oozed out.

He took a deep breath, and at the same time, he grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand and twisted it hard.

"Ah ah ah!" the Arapaho screamed, and the dagger fell with the sound, and was kicked aside by the horse whistle.

Still trying to struggle, he made a fist with his other hand and hit Ma Shao, but before his fist could touch the person, Ma Shao's knee struck him hard in the abdomen.

"Ah!" He screamed again, and then collapsed to the ground in pain.

The horse whistle looked around, briefly treated the wound on his arm, then tied up the Arapaho and rode back.

On the way back, the Arapaho man recovered a little and kept cursing. The horse whistle didn't understand Arapaho and had no idea what he was talking about.

However, this Arapaho knew some Apache language. When he saw this, he immediately said in a rough Apache language: "Despicable Apache people, what evil spells did you use!"

Ma Shao looked at him seriously.

This man was about thirty-four or five years old, with a fairly strong build, but an unremarkable appearance. If he hadn't been wearing an eagle-feather war crown on his head, it would have been difficult to recognize him from the crowd.

"If you lose, someone else used evil spells. It seems that your previous victory was just a fluke." Ma Shao sarcastically said.

"You..." The other person's face suddenly turned red and he was speechless.

He really couldn't accept the outcome of this battle. The once majestic Arapaho people were now crushed by the Apaches, and to be precise, they were crushed by two hundred Apaches.

Even against the most elite white army, this situation never happened to the Arapaho. Therefore, in his world view, there was no explanation other than witchcraft and evil spirits.