1840Indian rebirth

Everyone was silent for a long time, all staring blankly at the thundering figure in the middle. In the past half minute, many people believed that everything in front of them was a miracle.

God showed justice with brilliant lightning.

The expression on Shou Tent's face changed, and he turned to look at the tribesmen. From their eyes, he was convinced that no one would obey his orders.

He looked at the horse whistle again, and the right hand holding the knife was tightening and loosening, showing hesitation and nervousness.

There is no doubt that Ma Shao is very ill now, staggering and may collapse at any time.

But the tent guard still didn't dare to take action himself. After all, this guy's physique was really big and scary, and once he took action, the tribesmen behind him might directly rebel, at least some of them would definitely rebel.

Furthermore, no one could turn a blind eye to the astonishing thunder scene just now, and the people guarding the tent were a little worried about whether it would offend God's will.

So after hesitating for a while, Shou Tent could only snort in humiliation, threw down the knife, turned and left: "Huh!"

The horse whistle breathed a sigh of relief, which almost made him faint. He quickly tightened his grip on the spear and turned to look at the crow: "You...should remember me."

"Remember." Crow bowed his head and said.

Ma Shao nodded: "If you agree to two conditions, I can let you go."

"What conditions?"

Ma Shao breathed weakly for a while and continued: "The first condition is that from now on, the Arapaho will never invade any indigenous tribes or provoke war with other indigenous tribes."

"...The second condition, as I just said, the indigenous people should unite. After you go back, you must convey my voice to all Arapaho people. I have been the first person to put down my hatred. I hope you

It’s next.”

Crow said: "I can agree, but the Arapaho people are not the ones who have the final say..."

"It doesn't matter." The horse whistle's voice was still weak and calm, but the next words made the crow tremble, "I can make you leave, and I can make you come back... If you are unwilling to let go of your hatred after all, I will

Let you put down your lives."

The crow thought of the fear of being crushed on the battlefield yesterday and said quickly: "You are an awesome hero. I swear on my life and honor that I will do my best to make all Arapaho people obey you.

conditions of."

The horse whistle said nothing more and cut off a few ropes: "Let's go..."

Many Arapaho people were stunned for a moment, then realized what they were doing, and quickly untied each other's ropes, and left one after another in the rain.

Many people thanked the horse whistle in Arapaho. Although the horse whistle could not understand it, he could roughly guess the meaning.

"Thank you for your kindness." Finally, the crow bowed solemnly and bowed, and then left the Apache camp.

Ma Shao finally breathed a sigh of relief, then his vision went dark, he lost consciousness, and fell into the rain with a "plop".

…

I don’t know how long it took, maybe three hours or three days.

When Ma Shao woke up from his coma, the thunderstorm had long since ended, the sky was clear, and the bright sunshine rushed through all the holes and gaps.

And it seemed very quiet outside.

This is very unusual, at least in Ma Shao's memory, it has never been so quiet outside except late at night for several months.

It's like a different place.

Damn it, I won’t be reborn again, right?

Ma Shao quickly stood up and shook his head vigorously, and his sleepy senses gradually returned to their usual sharpness.

He was still a little dazed and couldn't even remember what happened before he fell into coma. It wasn't until he saw the wound on his left arm that he suddenly remembered a lot.

By the way, wound infection, high fever, and the matter of Arapaho captives...

Compared with before the coma, his wounds were much better, at least they were no longer red, swollen and filled with pus, and the high fever naturally subsided. It seemed that inside his body, the immune system had declared its final victory.

Apart from hunger, Ma Shao doesn't feel any discomfort now.

"Teacher, you're awake!" At this time, Hunter came in from outside and said in surprise.

"Well, I just woke up." Ma Shao pulled out a bag of beef jerky and said while chewing.

"There is a barbecue outside. Teacher, come and eat with us." Hunter said.

Ma Shao immediately put down the beef jerky, got up and followed the hunting rat out of the tent. Although he had long been tired of eating barbecue, it was still better than chewing on jerky.

As soon as he came out of the tent, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"this……"

Ma Shao blinked and stared blankly at the camp, an empty camp.

In the past, there were hundreds of large and small conical tents in the Apache camp, as well as a large number of war horses and tribesmen walking around.

However, at this moment, only one-tenth of the tents in the camp were left, and accordingly only about one-tenth of the personnel, horses, and various sundries were left.

No wonder he felt it was so quiet outside when he first woke up. It turned out that almost everyone was gone.

"The war is over, and of course people will return to their respective clans." Stone Crow came from not far away and handed over a roasted beef leg very considerately.

"That's it." Ma Shao nodded clearly.

The basic unit of the Indians is the clan. During war, warriors will respond to the call of the tribe or tribal alliance, leave the clan, and gather on the front line.

Once peace is restored, people will return to their clans and live with their relatives and friends.

In the previous battle, the horse whistle severely wounded the Arapaho people, and the crow promised to maintain peace. The war was undoubtedly over.

The horse whistle was gnawing on the cow leg while walking towards the crowd gathered near the bonfire.

"What about you, why don't you go back to your own clan?" he asked. At this time, there were about a hundred people left in the camp, all of whom were acquaintances.

"We plan to follow you, Teacher Mashao." Changzhi stood up and said sincerely.

"That's right, instructor, let us and our clan join the Sleeping Bear!" Blind Shooter also stood up and said. He is a one-eyed dragon, but he is very good at bow and arrow and marksmanship.

Ma Shao was a little moved, and he was silent for a while: "Thank you for your trust... But I also hope that you will seriously consider that following me may involve some risks. You know that I have always regarded the United States as my primary enemy."

"The white man is the primary enemy. It is precisely because we think so that we must follow the instructor!" Steppenwolf shouted, wearing a wooden crown on his head, which proved that he was the new Yu-Gi-Oh!

"Teacher, only you can lead us to defeat the white people!"

Stone Crow smiled and patted the horse whistle on the shoulder: "I have already talked with them. The people who stay here firmly trust you, and they are willing to bring the entire clan to join us."

"Actually, it's not just them, there are many people who also want to follow you, but those people can't make the decision yet. They must go back and discuss with the clan before they can make a decision."