1840Indian rebirth

Rainy Day sighed in his heart and took a symbolic sip. Then the smell of alcohol made him cough: "Cough cough cough——"

It took him a while to regain his composure and exhale. He really hated strong alcohol.

"Ha, I told you not to drink often, you would have made a fool of yourself!" Shou Tent patted him vigorously, "Men have to drink. The more you practice, the more you will get used to it."

On rainy days, I would cough twice from time to time: "Ahem... I don't plan to practice this."

The tent guard was a little annoyed when he heard this: "Hmph, you still think drinking alcohol is harmful? Alcohol is obviously made from food and is the essence of food, so what harm can it do!"

"Maybe, but at least I'm not suitable for drinking." Yu Tian said.

The tent guard picked up the wine bag, took another swig of strong wine, and burped: "Hiccup..."

As he drank more and more spirits, the drunken look on his face became thicker and thicker, his speech became unclear, and his mood gradually became unstable, with ups and downs.

Sometimes he waved the wine bag in his hand and shouted at the dancing tribesmen, and sometimes he looked at the dancing bonfire in silence, lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

Rainy Day watched his condition and felt that the time was about right, so he said thoughtfully: "Chief, have you ever experienced a war with the Comanches?"

"What nonsense are you talking about... Hier! Are you drunk after just one sip of wine?" Shou Tent burped again, "But I'm not drunk, not at all."

"So I know that the war between the Apaches and the Comanches happened more than 60,000 years ago. Oh no, it was more than 60 years ago. How could I have experienced it! My father may not have experienced it. I just heard from my grandfather.

I told you some."

"Moreover, the Mescalero tribe was mainly fighting against the Comanches, and we didn't have much involvement..."

The two chatted about the history of the Apache and Comanche wars.

In fact, it can't be called chatting. It's almost all talking behind the tent. People tend to become more talkative after they are drunk.

"...The Comanches were once a brave people, and they defeated us in that battle." The tent guard took the wine bag and poured it into his mouth, but unfortunately it was empty.

"Bring me another bag of wine!" he ordered the tribesmen.

However, the party was over by now, and all the clan members had gone back to rest. He could only stand up unsteadily, took a bag of wine, and came back to sit down.

He continued to drink, and then laughed: "But the Comanches were defeated by the Arapaho, and we defeated the Arapaho, haha!"

A moment of silence on a rainy day: "The Comanches must hate us."

"That's right." Shou Tent acknowledged.

Rainy Day added: "In that case, are the Comanches of the Forest Tribe lying to us? I mean... maybe the Sleeping Bear Clan has not annexed the Two Wolf Clan?"

"If not, there won't be. Who knows." Shou Tent said with an indifferent expression.

When I heard this on a rainy day, my heart suddenly tightened.

These light words undoubtedly revealed a terrible fact, or a fact that he had long been aware of but was unwilling to admit - the tent guard didn't care about the truth at all.

All you need to guard the tent is a reason, a reason to deal with the horse whistle.

He still had hope: "I think we should check it out first, in case we misunderstood the whistle..."

"Misunderstanding?" The tent guard seemed to be irritated and threw the wine bag to the ground. "What misunderstanding? He betrayed me, he let the Arapaho people go, and he prevented me from avenging my son!"

As he spoke, his hair was disheveled, and the strong smell of alcohol seemed to spurt out from his hair.

His eyes were wide open and covered with bloodshot eyes. He looked straight at the rainy day and roared: "Why do you always speak for this bastard? Do you remember my son? He regards you as his biological brother, but you don't want to speak for this bastard at all."

He takes revenge!"

"I once thought..." He lowered his head on a rainy day.

"Yes, once!" Shou Tent continued, "You said you wanted to go east, and I let you go. But when you came back, you seemed to be a different person. You almost forgot your beloved brother and our hatred.

!After meeting that horse whistle, I completely forgot about it!"

"I just have a dream that is more worthy of pursuing." He suppressed his emotions on a rainy day, but his nose still felt sore and his eyes quickly turned red.

"What a dream, you have forgotten the most important thing!" Shou Tingting panted, "I made a wrong decision. I shouldn't have let you go to the east, I shouldn't have taken you to the battlefield, and I shouldn't have let you know horses.

Whistle, let alone that horse whistle! But not this time!"

Rainy Day suddenly raised his head and choked so hard that he didn't say anything immediately.

By the time he broke free from his swallowing, Shou Tent had already turned around and left.

The drunk chief swayed one step at a time. Fortunately, the tent was right next to him, so he was able to walk along the tent, roll up the curtain, and go to rest.

It was quiet in the dead of night, and only Yu Tian was left.

The bonfire had long been extinguished, but fortunately there was still a moon in the sky, so he could look at the ashes in the dark night and remain silent for a long time.

He even tried to drink some more wine in order to numb himself, but after all he couldn't stand the taste of strong alcohol and threw away the wine bag in pain.

After a long time, a small sound broke the silence of the night.

"Rust, rustle..."

The sound was almost undetectable, but it made the rainy day's hair stand on end. He quickly stood up and looked around.

As a nomadic people who often interact with the wild, the Apaches have an instinctive reaction to this sound.

This is the sound of a rattlesnake!

The rattlesnake is the most dangerous venomous snake in North America, and humans who fail to be vigilant about it are already dead bones in their graves.

On a rainy day, I seemed to suddenly remember something. I quickly followed the sound and quickly found the location of the rattlesnake.

A rattlesnake moves slowly across the grass.

Looking at this terrible poisonous snake, the expression on Rainy Day's face suddenly changed, full of struggle and pain.

When the rattlesnake was about to disappear from his sight, he finally made a decision.

He quickly found a long wooden stick, used the wooden stick to press the rattlesnake's head, then strangled the snake's neck with one hand and the snake's tail with the other, and grabbed the entire snake.

"Huh..." Rainy Day looked at the poisonous snake in his hand and let out a long breath.

Then he turned around and looked at the great chief's tent with red eyes. Then he gritted his teeth and walked over resolutely and entered it.

The tent guard fell asleep on the ground near the entrance of the tent, unconscious, and the smell of alcohol on his body spread everywhere.

"Great Chief..." He squatted down on a rainy day, his voice trembling.

The man who kept the tent was still sleeping soundly, snoring. The alcohol in his blood made it impossible for him to be awakened by the whispers.

He continued to murmur on the rainy day, perhaps to the chief, or perhaps to himself: "Perhaps you will never understand what I have experienced in the outside world. When I know the strength of white people and our weakness, I feel deeply

Knowing Tecumseh was right... My dream was to defeat the Arapaho, for our hatred."

"But now, my dream is to save all the indigenous people, even if I give everything I have..."

"This is a ridiculous dream. William Henry Harrison's sharpening belt will definitely laugh at my stupidity. I also know that I am overestimated..."

Rainy Day looked at the rattlesnake in his hand. It was struggling angrily, and its fangs were venomous.

He took a deep breath and his voice became softer again: "Until I met Ma Shao, the person you resented... His appearance made this stupid dream become more real than ever before, as if it was within reach."

"I have never been this close to this dream before, never!"

"When he miraculously created Apache characters in front of my eyes, as a shaman, I believed in the Great Spirit for the first time - the god I had worshiped for more than ten years."

"This is no longer a stupid dream. It is waiting for me in the near future. I must realize it with my own hands, or at least see it with my own eyes!"

When he closed his eyes on a rainy day, two lines of tears fell down. When he opened his eyes again, a flash of determination flashed through: "So, my great chief, even you can't stop me from getting closer to this dream!"

Before he finished speaking, he held the rattlesnake and leaned towards the arm guarding the tent.

The struggling venomous snake immediately bit the arm guarding the tent and was pinned to it by the rainy day. It was unable to let go and injected heavy venom.

The severe pain caused Mamoru to open his eyes. In his blurry vision, he still saw the rattlesnake biting him, and Rainy Day holding the snake...

Guarding the tent suddenly realized.

The Arapaho predicted that he would be bitten to death by a venomous snake, so he thought he would be safe by finding and repairing every hole in his tent.

It turns out that the poisonous snake did not get in through the hole in the tent, and it turns out that his protection of the tent has no meaning at all.

This sudden realization was Shou Tent's last consciousness. Alcohol dilated his blood vessels and caused blood to flow faster throughout his body. A large dose of rattlesnake venom followed the torrent of blood and soon pronounced him dead.

The great chief guarded his tent and eventually died in his tent.