1840Indian rebirth

The expressions of everyone present changed, and they looked towards the direction where the spear was shot, and then saw the horse whistle that was staggering in the rain.

"What are you going to do?" Shou Tent was frightened by the spear.

"Of course I want you not to kill the prisoners..." The horse whistle staggered over, picked up the spear again and put it on the ground to prevent himself from falling into the mud.

"Rumble..."

The atmosphere was solemn, no one was happening, and only the sound of thunder and rain filled the air.

Not sure if it was an illusion, Ma Shao felt as if his forehead was smoking, as if the rainwater had evaporated due to his high fever.

He had a serious fever and ran out to get wet in the rain. At this time, he was extremely weak.

He even felt that all the cells in his body were fighting against his brain, trying to make him lie down.

Ma Shao leaned on his spear and said slowly in a tone that seemed to be saying his last words: "You should know what I have been thinking...Although I never show mercy on the battlefield, outside the battlefield, I always hope that I will always show mercy."

Residents can unite, just like Tecumseh originally advocated."

"Over the past three hundred years, the indigenous people have lost nine-tenths of their population. Rather than saying that we are the descendants of our ancestors, we are the remains of our ancestors."

"We must gather as much of our remaining strength as quickly as possible, whether it's Apaches, Navajos, Arapahos, Cheyennes... We can always tell each other apart, but the white man and the plague will never tell us apart."

"What we really need is... to survive."

The horse whistle couldn't breathe after saying something, and could only hold the spear harder: "On yesterday's battlefield, we have completed our revenge, and now it is time for reconciliation... Look at our former enemy, Alapa

The Huo people have the same skin color as us. Ten thousand years ago, the two races must have been brothers."

In fact, strictly speaking, all ethnic groups can trace their roots back to common ancestors. But obviously, now is not the time to talk about a community with a shared future for mankind, and Indians today should not be advocates of a community with a shared future for mankind.

Only the winner is qualified to be the initiator.

In the 19th century, white people may have had this qualification, but unfortunately, they were still immersed in the pleasure of conquering cities and territories. Or, perhaps, they were not the real victors, and the real victors were still sleeping.

There is only one thing that the Indians have to do now, which is to desperately grab the wheel of history before being crushed, and then climb on the car to gain a place.

Ma Shao's words moved some people, but more people disagreed.

If the person who said these words was not Ma Shao, but someone else, he would have been expelled long ago, and he might even be regarded as a traitor.

That is Ma Shao. As a hero who just led his tribe to a legendary victory, most people are at least willing to listen to what he has to say.

Even so, some people were still extremely dissatisfied with his remarks.

"Are you stopping my revenge?" Shou Tingting gasped. Of course he was not sick, but his anger made him pant equally violently. He felt that the horse whistle was deliberately against him.

"I didn't target you, Chief... I also prevented my own revenge." Mashao felt that the conflict between himself and the tent guard seemed to be irreconcilable, "You know, my father also died fighting with the Arapaho people.

in the battle."

"I don't care!" the tent guard shouted angrily, "I must kill the crows and all the Arapaho people here today!"

Ma Shao was silent for a while and finally said: "Then I can only choose to stop you."

Shou Tent almost fainted from the breath, and the rainwater entered his lungs along with his breathing, causing him to cough violently: "You! Cough cough - cough!"

He finally became furious and directly instructed the tribesmen behind him: "Kill him!"

The clan members suddenly became panicked, at a loss, and started talking among themselves.

"The war chief wants to kill the war chief?"

"What should we do? Should we obey the order..."

"No, I will never kill Teacher Mashao!"

The vast majority of the Apaches of the Plains tribe are members of the pistol unit and students in literacy classes. The horse whistle is their instructor, teacher and the best commander.

After yesterday's epic victory, Ma Shao's status in their hearts was just as high as that of the war chief.

Seeing that there was no movement from the tribe for a long time, the tent guard became even more angry and lost control: "What are you doing? I order you to kill the horse whistle and kill this traitor. He is no longer the war chief of the plains tribe! Kill him!"

Chief Oak of the Chiricahua tribe hurriedly came over to persuade: "Keep the tent, don't be so impulsive. They are just some Arapaho captives, why should we kill each other over this."

"Yes, this is too much." The chiefs of the Mescalero tribe and the Jicarila tribe also came to persuade him.

But Shou Tent could no longer listen to the advice, and shouted tremblingly: "I have the final say on the Plains Tribe, kill him! Immediately!"

Seeing this, the horse whistle knew that he had no way out, so he immediately took a deep breath, turned the spear over, and suddenly thrust the spear handle into the ground!

Probably a coincidence.

The moment his spear hit the ground, an unprecedented thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Boom--!!"

This thunder seemed to tear apart the sky, its sound was ten times stronger than before, and accompanied by dazzling lightning, everyone present was shocked.

Moreover, for the next half minute, the sky was filled with violent thunder, and terrifying thunderbolts crisscrossed the dome.

Seeing this scene, not to mention other Indians, even Mashao himself couldn't help but wonder if there really was a transcendent existence secretly helping him...

However, the horse whistle did not hesitate.

When the spear fell to the ground, his decisive and even ferocious shouts rushed into everyone's ears along with the thunder in the sky: "If anyone is killed today, I will be among them!"

After the words fell, there was no sound in everyone's ears except the roar of thunder.

"Rumble--"

Everyone was in shock, not only because of the thunder in the sky, but also because of the crazy declaration of the horse whistle.

Thousands of people had gathered around, and among the thousands of people, the most shocking thing was neither the tent guard nor the rainy day, but the crow standing behind the horse whistle.

In fact, the crow's mind was empty, leaving only the scene in front of him.

Of course he recognized the horse whistle, it was this man who captured him alive yesterday.

He never expected that one day later, the young war chief who had captured him alive would do such a thing, holding a spear in a thunderstorm and defending the captured Arapaho to the death.

"Rumble--"

There was still thunder in the sky, and the bright electric light shone down, seeming to freeze the scene in front of me.

Crow stared blankly at the horse whistle, the Apache war chief who stood between him and the tent guard.

He knew that this majestic figure, who seemed like the incarnation of thunder, would forever be imprinted in his and all Arapaho captives' hearts and be indelible.