1840Indian rebirth

Historically, this situation was not uncommon.

White people purchased a piece of land from an Indian tribe, but the Indian tribe that sold the land actually did not occupy the land completely or even at all. There were many Indians from other tribes living on the land.

With the help of such operations, white people can, on the one hand, sow discord among the Indian tribes, and on the other hand, they can also obtain a certain degree of reputation, claiming that the land they occupy was purchased and that they are the legal owners of the land.

Since he is the legal owner of the land, it is natural to expel or even massacre the Indians living on it.

Although this behavior of white people is despicable, the Indians' own short-sightedness and internal strife are also to blame.

Sometimes, the Indians who sold the land didn't even know how to bargain, and just gave them some liquor or something. They sold the land where their neighbors lived, and then waited for the neighbors to come to the door, and the two sides fought.

The various Indian tribes pitted each other against each other, and were finally wiped out by the white people and driven to the reservation areas.

Ma Shao did not understand this history.

But he also knew that this situation was indeed troublesome and might require a few battles.

No wonder that as soon as he returned to the clan the day before yesterday, Old Xiong gave up the position of chief to him without hesitation...

If it were the Mianxiong Clan in the past, facing this situation, there really would be no good solution, and maybe even no bad solution.

But now, with the addition of 800 new tribesmen, the population of the Mianxiong Clan has directly exceeded a thousand people, with more than 200 young and middle-aged warriors, and they are also equipped with a large number of sharp weapons such as revolvers.

This level is considered a relatively large force within a radius of several hundred kilometers, and it is enough to resolve land disputes.

After all, the Midwestern United States in 1844 was very sparsely populated, and you might not be able to find a village or town with a population of more than a thousand even a hundred kilometers away.

Not only that, large areas of territory in the Midwest do not even have a formal organizational structure - that is, there is no state government. This has led to Ma Shao still not being able to confirm which state in the United States the Mianxiong clan is located in later generations.

With a sparse population and no state government, the Mianxiong Clan, which has a population of a thousand and elite armed forces, has nothing to fear from anyone as long as it does not alert the U.S. federal government.

The horse whistle thought for a moment and then said: "Let's go talk to the Comanches."

Then he gathered a hundred warriors, armed with guns and ammunition, and went straight to the Two Wolf clan.

That afternoon.

"Misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding!" Chief Two Wolf looked at the horse whistle and the one hundred Apache warriors behind him in horror, and quickly defended.

Ma Shao stepped forward and said bluntly: "Don't misunderstand me. I have only one request. Immediately cancel the deal you made with the white people."

"This..." The Shuanglang clan looked embarrassed.

The horse whistle continued: "As long as you cancel the deal with the white people, the Mianxiong clan can provide you with help to the best of its ability. You are short of horses and food. We can lend you some so that you can at least survive this winter."

Chief Two Wolf couldn't believe it. He blinked and said, "Really? Are you really willing to help us?"

"Otherwise?" The horse whistle pointed to the Apache warriors behind him, "We can drive the Arapaho people back to the north without any effort. If I have bad intentions, why bother talking to you?"

The two wolf chiefs were startled for a moment, and then they seemed to suddenly remember something. They opened their eyes wide and looked at the horse whistle: "Could it be that you are the 'Son of the Sky'?"

"What?" Ma Shao was confused, because there was a translator between the two of them, and he thought the translator had made a mistake.

"Son of the Sky, the Apache war chief who was respected and feared by the Arapaho people, he easily defeated the Arapaho people and mercifully released all the captives." A translator from the Two Wolf Clan added.

"Chief, this must be the name the Arapaho gave you!" said the rat hunter behind the horse whistle.

"This is a wonderful name. The sky at that time was indeed like a roaring father protecting his son!" Other Apache warriors also commented.

The horse whistle reacted and remembered that when he released the Arapaho people that day, there was an astonishing thunder in the sky, which looked like a miracle.

Because of such amazing sights, it is not surprising that the Arapaho people called him "Son of the Sky."

But having said that, isn't this name a bit... too middle-class?

"Did the Arapaho tell you?" Ma Shao asked casually. He remembered that the Arapaho and the Comanche were nominal allies.

"Yes."

The horse whistle nodded first, and then said in a calm tone: "If the 'Son of the Sky' the Arapaho people refer to refers to the person who defeated them and released all the prisoners, then there should be no one else except me.

…I am now also the new chief of the Sleeping Bear Clan.”

"What an honor." Chief Two Wolf lowered his head slightly.

After confirming that the horse whistle was the Son of the Sky who defeated the Arapaho army, he believed that the horse whistle was right.

As the defeated generals and allies of the Arapaho, the Comanche knew very well how powerful the Arapaho were, and the fact that they could easily defeat the Arapaho was so powerful that it simply exceeded their imagination.

There is really no need for the Sleeping Bear Clan to pretend to be anything. The benevolent Sons of the Sky even released all the Arapaho people, so what does it mean to provide a little help to the poor Two Wolf Clan.

"We will inform the white people to cancel this deal." Chief Two Wolf said.

The horse whistle added: "I mean complete revocation, all land transactions you have with white people are void. This is a stupid deal."

As the sky grew dark, the Apaches rested for the night at the Two Wolf Clan's camp. Chief Two Wolf also prepared some barbecue and entertained the horse whistle.

"You seem to have very few horses?" the horse whistle asked about the source of the Shuanglang clan's difficulties.

"Yeah..." Chief Two Wolf nodded sadly, "We only have less than seventy horses now."

"Because of what?"

Chief Two Wolf: "A few months ago, our horses somehow contracted a plague and suffered heavy losses. Although the plague has passed now, we are short of horses and don't know if we can hunt enough before winter.

of bison.”

"Oh, plague, why are there so many plagues!" He sighed again.

Naturally, a large number of plagues came to the Americas with the colonists. Due to frequent and complex internal exchanges, Eurasia has a rich variety of germs, and people living in Eurasia have correspondingly developed resistance.

The Indians living in the Americas have lived in a relatively closed and single environment for a long time, lacking external communication and germs acquired through domesticated animals.

As a result, when the colonists came into contact with the aborigines, the Indians suffered a large "deficit" in the exchange of germs on the Asian and American continents, resulting in numerous deaths and injuries.

After more than three hundred years of training, the Indians' resistance to Eurasian pathogens has been greatly improved, but there are still some shortcomings, and plagues come from time to time.

The horse plague of the Shuanglang clan did not directly affect people, which is actually quite lucky.