1840Indian rebirth

When the horse whistle received the news from the Comanches asking for help, it was already evening, and the tribesmen were busy preparing for dinner.

"Your chief was captured by the white men?"

Changmao and several Comanches were panting on horseback. It could be seen that they were in a hurry. He nodded quickly: "The chief took people to the white town in the east to discuss canceling the deal. As a result, the white mayor suddenly

They turned against each other, captured the chief, and killed several people. Fortunately, someone escaped and told me the news in time."

"Dear Chief Sleeping Bear, I ask you to help us and rescue our chief!"

The horse whistle asked: "How many people are there in that white town?"

Changmao said: "We don't know very well, but there should be no more than five hundred people."

Ma Shao did not agree immediately, but touched his chin and thought for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Changmao couldn't help but said anxiously: "Since the white people have turned their backs, the deal has not been cancelled. The large area of ​​land around here belongs to them in name. You definitely don't want to see such a situation."

After a pause, he continued: "Furthermore, the Mianxiong clan was massacred by a group of white people. As far as I know, most of the white people were from this small town... Don't you want revenge? Another little guy

The people in this town are very wealthy, I believe you will gain a lot of money after you go there."

This made Ma Shao a little surprised: "Where did you get this news? I'm talking about the massacre."

Chang Mao Yi hesitated, obviously there was no reliable source of information, so he explained: "They are the closest stronghold to here, and they must be the most suspicious. This is in line with common sense."

"You're right." Ma Shao nodded, but he still didn't seem to agree to the rescue.

Changmao seemed to have finally made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and said in an extremely solemn tone: "Respected Chief Mianxiong, the son of the aboriginal sky, as long as you can rescue our chief, the Two Wolf Clan is willing to agree to any of your conditions!"

"Any conditions?" Ma Shao frowned.

"Any conditions!" Changmao said firmly.

The Two Wolf clan no longer cares. After the horse plague and the continuous attacks from the white people, they are now in a state of danger. As long as they can get a glimmer of hope, they are willing to agree to any conditions.

Moreover, Ma Shao's righteous act of releasing the Arapaho people came first. He believed that the Sleeping Bear clan would not make too many demands. At most, the two wolves would be merged into the Sleeping Bear.

"Okay, let's do it tonight." Ma Shao finally nodded and agreed.

In fact, he had wanted to do this for a long time.

Not three minutes ago, but three years ago. Ever since he learned that there was a white town in the southeast, he had been thinking about making a move from time to time, but he had never had the strength before.

Now that the Mianxiong clan has a population of more than a thousand and is well-armed, he has also become the chief. He originally planned to pick an opportunity to cause trouble for this group of white people.

The Indians were too short of all kinds of supplies. Ma Shao hoped to bring this stone civilization into an electric civilization within twenty years. It would be impossible if the Indians only relied on themselves.

He has to get resources from the white world, lots of resources.

Later, while the tribesmen were having dinner, Mashao did some war mobilization and gathered more than a hundred soldiers. After eating and drinking, they hurried south.

The Shuanglang clan also sent twenty warriors, which was their limit. After sending these warriors, their women and children had to pick up bows and arrows to defend their homes.

Ma Shao lowered his head and looked at his pocket watch.

Two o'clock in the morning.

They were approaching the white man's town. In the dark night, they could vaguely see the outlines of some buildings in front of them, as well as the woods surrounding the town.

Of course, Ma Shao believed that this was what he saw alone, and others should not be able to see these things.

I don't know if it's because of his extraordinary talent, or because the nutrition and exercise plan he originally formulated was too effective, or both. Not only is his body tall and strong, but his senses and reaction speed are also obviously sharper than ordinary people.

Ma Shao has estimated that his field of vision at night is more than one-third further than that of almost everyone else.

One third may not seem like much, but it is enough to be fatal in a night battle, because it means that within a certain range, his enemy is no different from a blind man.

This gap widens further when the enemy is white - white people have more night blindness.

Many Indians like to eat beef liver, even raw. It has a naturally large amount of vitamin A and is very filling, and has very little night blindness. In contrast, white people are at a disadvantage in this regard.

"Cheer up." Ma Shao said, "After we deal with the white sentries later, we will immediately rush into the town hall and capture their mayor... Do you still remember the few English sentences I taught you?"

"Remember." The chiefs beside him said in blunt English, "Put down your weapons, raise your hands, surrender without killing, that's what they say."

"Yes, get ready. There is a white sentry not far ahead." The horse sentry had already seen the two armed men standing at the entrance of the town, but the other party obviously did not see him.

He bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and the warriors behind him did the same.

"put."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen arrows shot out. The two white men were hit by several arrows and both of them were pierced through the throat. They fell to the ground one after another, making almost no big noise.

After successfully eliminating the sentry, in the dead of night, the horse sentry immediately led people into the town, and soon surrounded the office located in the center of the town, as well as several relatively exquisite residences nearby.

Only then did someone finally notice them, but it was too late.

"It's an Indian!" A terrified scream broke the silence of the night.

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

What followed was a burst of gunfire, the screams and wails of white people, and the Apache warriors' broken English cry: "Surrender without killing!"

"Put down your weapons, raise your hands, surrender without killing!"

"lay down your weapon!"

A huge noise swept through the whole town, and the mayor Thomas was of course awakened immediately.

"Damn it!" He cursed and stood up, quickly picked up the rifle and rushed out of the room without caring about dressing.

As soon as he rushed out of the room, a little boy ran over crying: "Dad!"

Thomas quickly hugged his son: "Don't be afraid, my boy, dad will definitely drive away these barbarians!"

Although he said this, the unusually dense gunshots outside made his face turn pale.

He was accustomed to measuring rifles, and such dense gunfire made him think there might be three hundred Indians attacking the town.

How come there are so many Indians!

And these Indians also say "surrender without killing" in English!

It's so ridiculous that Thomas prefers to believe that this is just an outrageous nightmare.

At this moment, in the darkness, a tall figure suddenly turned in from the aisle ahead.

Thomas noticed this figure and quickly raised his gun to shoot. Unfortunately, the opponent's reaction was faster and his strength was amazing. In an instant, he rushed over and snatched his rifle!