1840Indian rebirth

"As long as there are men, at least we will not be destroyed immediately, and there are many young people in the tribe." The old chief continued.

"That's right." Stone Crow nodded.

"What did you want to say just now?" the chief asked in return.

Stone Crow explained: "I thought you wanted other clans to merge with us."

The chief said: "I do think so, but it depends on the opportunity. No one is willing to take the initiative to merge with other clans if it is not necessary."

After a pause, he added: "In short, this matter is not urgent for the time being. At least until we finish the funeral of the tribe, maybe the Great Spirit will have further revelations at the funeral."

The two talked for a while, and then the sky became bright. Some early-rising tribesmen walked out of the tent, and the two of them went back.

In the early morning, Ma Shao opened his eyes and stretched, feeling satisfied with his super-high-quality sleep.

Although he didn't go to bed until after three in the morning, he didn't feel sleepy when he woke up in the morning. Especially the experience of falling asleep at the speed of light last night made him especially happy because he was used to insomnia in his previous life.

The horse whistle started the morning hygiene work, which seriously destroyed the good mood brought by high-quality sleep.

Indians don't have toilet paper!

After defecation, just find something to wipe it with. This is the normal state of life. This is undoubtedly a kind of torture for Ma Shao.

Fortunately, he realized the problem before he went to defecate, and found a few stones with larger surface areas and rounder shapes in advance. It was a blessing among misfortunes, and the best among inconveniences...

Thinking of having to go to the toilet like this in the future, Mashao became even more determined to promote the development of Indian society.

After defecation, there is also the problem of washing up.

Don't even think about brushing your teeth, just rinse your mouth. Washing your face is not convenient because there is no suitable container.

The tribesmen used leather water bags to hold water, but these were obviously not suitable for washing the face. Ma Shao searched for a long time and found that the most suitable container was a container made of bison skulls, which could barely be considered a basin.

While washing his face, he carefully observed his current appearance for a while through the reflection in the water.

Hmm... Although he looks very immature at the age of nine, I have to say that he is quite handsome. Especially his eyes, which are very innocent.

People's main job is still to prepare for the funeral. As a child, Mashao does not need to participate in this, but he has to receive combat training and, of course, the news.

They are the only two children of this age group left in the clan.

The person responsible for training the two of them is a burly warrior in his early forties, wearing four feathers on his head, named Broken Axe. He is also the father of thick shoulders.

Broken Ax is an experienced warrior, which is easy to tell from the four feathers on his head that symbolize military achievements.

"Let's start with archery today." Broken Axe said, stretching out his hand, "Take out your bows and arrows, shoot at the target over there, and I will correct your mistakes."

"Yes." The two children responded, then bent their bows and drew arrows.

For a moment, there was just a "whoosh", and two arrows flew out one after another, and both of them successfully hit the target. Although it was marginal, it was not bad for the two children.

The boring practice continued, shooting arrows, shooting arrows, shooting arrows, and then the axe.

In addition to bows and arrows, the most important weapon of the Apaches is the stone axe, which can be used in two ways, mainly by throwing it, and secondly by melee combat.

Fasten a rope to the handle of the axe, hold the rope and swing your arm in a circular motion, then let go at the right time, and the flying ax will shoot out.

The throwing ax has a short range, but it is very powerful and can kill people.

After the morning training, Mashao fell into thinking.

At present, bows and arrows and throwing axes are still relatively useful, but he knows very well that with the development of firearms, the role of cold weapons will become smaller and smaller. Especially the next few decades will be the climax of the development of firearms. Next year, Delai

The match needle gun was officially launched.

Spending a lot of energy on cold weapon training is really a waste.

Thinking of this, the horse whistler returned to his tent, took out his Kentucky rifle, and took out the ammunition, ready to try loading.

The most troublesome thing about firearms in this era is loading ammunition. Rifled guns are especially troublesome because there are riflings in the barrel, which causes great resistance when the ammunition is loaded from the muzzle. Not only does it have to be poked through, but it also needs to be knocked with a mallet.

He had watched some videos about firearms in his previous life, and he generally knew the loading process of this kind of front-loaded flintlock gun, but he was not sure about the details.

Therefore, when trying it, the horse whistle recalled and observed the structure of the Kentucky rifle, and it took several minutes to load the ammunition.

Then he ran to the open space outside, deliberately staying away from the camp, and then aimed at a tree dozens of meters away.

"Bang!"

Very good, Mao didn't hit the target, but at least it proved that his loading method was fine.

The horse whistle did not fire again. The ammunition he collected from the white man was only a few rounds. He could not withstand target practice. He only needed to know how to load the ammunition.

If you want to practice shooting, you must first have enough ammunition, which can only be obtained in white society.

On the way back to the camp, the horse whistle unexpectedly encountered the wind: "Why are you here?"

"I heard a gunshot, was it you who fired it?" Feng Sheng looked at the rifle in his hand.

"Yes, this is the weapon of white people. I think it is very powerful. We should learn it like bows and arrows." Ma Shao said.

"Do you think it's better than a bow and arrow?" Feng Sheng asked.

Ma Shao: "At least in some scenarios, this must be the case, otherwise white people would not use guns as their main weapons."

Feng Sheng was silent for a while, then nodded: "You're right."

The two returned to the camp together.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to the camp, he saw many tribesmen gathered together not far away, seeming to be discussing something eagerly.

"What's going on?" Ma Shao was confused.

At this time, a tribesman ran over and said excitedly to Feng Sheng: "Feng Sheng, your father is not dead, he is back! Come over quickly!"

"Ah? Oh..." Feng Sheng was startled for a moment, then showed a hint of disappointment, lowered his head and walked silently towards the crowd.

Ma Shao noticed the change in Feng Sheng's expression.

This kid obviously hates his father, and as for the reason...

"Ahahaha! Son, daddy is back!" Feng Sheng's father said loudly, "Aren't you surprised? Hahahaha!"

"What's wrong, son, aren't you happy?" Da Dao said, still laughing.

"Hmm." Feng Sheng tried his best to make himself look neither happy nor sad, but his bored look was still inevitably revealed.

His personality is introverted and quiet, while his father is just the opposite. As his name suggests, he has a rude personality and usually talks very loudly.

Moreover, there is only one feather on the head of the loudspeaker, which was given by the chief out of consolation. This shows that his level as a warrior is not very good, and he has no military exploits to speak of.