1840Indian rebirth

The battle was naturally over. Five to six hundred Arapaho were captured, some escaped, and the rest were corpses on the ground.

The Apaches suffered very few losses. Even including minor injuries, the total number of casualties was less than a hundred.

The Apaches were all excited about such an unprecedented victory. There is no doubt that the first victory in this battle can only be the horse whistle.

Therefore, when the horse whistle brought the last prisoner back to the tribe, everyone made way for him and paid him the highest respect.

"I have never experienced such a great victory. In front of you, the fierce Arapaho people turned into a group of panicked alpacas! Haha!" Chief Oak patted his shoulder excitedly.

The chief guarding the tent also smiled: "I conclude that the Arapaho people will never dare to invade again... We can even counterattack them and make them pay for their past aggression!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack!" Many Apaches had this idea and shouted excitedly.

Ma Shao was very happy to have won the battle, but when he saw the strong fighting spirit of his tribe, he calmed down. He did not want the war between the Indians to continue endlessly, and it was business to unite as soon as possible to fight against the white people.

"Who is this person? Do you know him?" He changed the subject and pointed at the prisoner he had brought over.

"Of course I know him, he is Crow!" Shou Tenting stepped forward with a smile and patted Crow's face humiliatingly, "Long time no see, our old friend, Crow War Chief."

Ma Shao nodded suddenly.

Crow is a war chief of the Arapaho people and is quite famous. He had heard about it before, but he didn't expect to be able to capture it alive today.

"Go away!" Crow said angrily, but his hands and feet were restrained and he could only let himself be humiliated by guarding the tent.

"Do you still remember how you treated my son?" Shou Tenting sneered, "Guess how happy I was when I saw you captured alive."

The crow gritted his teeth and said: "You are too happy! Our shaman predicted yesterday that you bastard will be bitten to death by a poisonous snake! Be careful when you sleep at night, a poisonous snake will definitely get into your bed!"

After hearing this, the tent guard's face changed slightly. The Indians could not completely ignore a shaman's prophecy, even if it might have been made up by the crow.

"You made this up yourself," he said. "If your shaman really received the revelation from the Great Spirit yesterday, how could you lose so miserably today?"

"Boom..."

At this time, there was faint thunder in the distant sky. Looking at the increasingly dense clouds, people realized that a rain was coming.

"It is going to rain!"

"Let's move quickly, take the loot and these prisoners, and return to the camp quickly."

The rain clouds were surging, and soon there were wisps of rain falling. Not far from the camp, the Apaches quickly cleaned up the battlefield and finally returned to their tents before the rain started to fall heavily.

On the way back, the horse post was surrounded by soldiers from the pistol unit.

All the dissatisfaction and complaints that these soldiers had accumulated during the previous training disappeared at this moment, leaving only the humiliation of the instructor's horse whistle.

"Instructor, the tactics you taught are so powerful. From now on, let alone the frog dance, even if you train me to stand on my head and have diarrhea, I will definitely do it!"

"That's right, whatever the instructor says is whatever it is!"

"And this revolver. Those who didn't listen are probably regretting it now."

"Oh, my pistol is broken. I don't know if it can be repaired. I should have bought another one." After all, the Colt revolver is still immature and has a high damage rate, especially in fierce actual combat environments.

The horse whistle has learned that in the battle that just passed, more than one person's revolver was damaged.

He thought for a moment: "After returning to the camp, each commander will write a brief report and tell me the casualties, seizures, prisoners, etc. In addition, the damaged revolver will also be sent to me."

"yes!"

About half an hour later.

The horse whistler was sitting in his tent with a dozen Colt revolvers stacked in front of him, all of which had malfunctioned or been damaged during the battle.

He took a few simple tools and tried to repair these pistols one by one.

As a graduate of the most powerful engineering school in a well-known third-tier city in China, Ma Shao still had some metalworking internship experience during his college years. Although he has almost forgotten it, it is... better than nothing.

Combined with his knowledge of revolvers, it is not difficult to solve small problems.

Of course, if a key part is damaged, the Indians basically cannot repair it, and only white gunsmiths can repair it.

For Indians, it is also difficult to find white gunsmiths unless they pay a very high price.

In order to repair these dozen revolvers, Ma Shao worked hard until late at night. He was sweating profusely and his hands were injured in several places. Only six of them were repaired.

The rest seems to be unfixable.

Almost ten pistols were lost in one battle. These pistols are simply consumables.

It seems that they need to be used more carefully in the future. It is not easy for Indians to supplement weapons more powerful than the Colt pistol.

"Rumble..."

"Wow..."

It was quiet at night in the camp, and there was only the sound of rain and thunder outside.

The horse whistle thought it was time to rest, so he wrapped himself in a cowhide and hurried outside to relieve himself, washed his hands, and then returned to the tent to sleep.

This night was very restless.

Not only was it the sound of the thunderstorm, but the horse whistle also had a series of dreams. These dreams were extremely twisted and weird, full of all kinds of whirlwinds, bizarre lights, and many weird geometric figures, such as beehives, spider webs, whirlpools...

When Ma Shao gradually woke up from his sleep, he realized what he was dreaming about - Kruver's constant.

This is an illusion caused by abnormal activity in the cerebral cortex.

When this kind of illusion appears in a person's mind, it usually means that his or her condition is abnormal... such as having a fever.

That's right, Ma Shao has a fever.

He stood up from the bed in pain, feeling hot all over his body, dry mouth, and dizzy. This was undoubtedly a fever.

This is the first fever Ma Shao has had since his rebirth. Thanks to the diet and exercise plan he established since his rebirth, he has never had a fever in the past few years, and short-term colds and oral ulcers are rare.

.

Now that he is stronger than before, it stands to reason that he should not be sick.

unless……

The horse whistle thought of something and looked at his left arm. There was a shallow red wound there, which was caused when he caught the crow alive yesterday.

At that time, he just made a simple bandage and paid no attention to it afterwards. He spent the whole night repairing the revolver and had no time to pay attention to the wound.

Unexpectedly, such a negligence, coupled with the rain...

All in all, his wound seemed to be infected.