1840Indian rebirth

When I heard this on a rainy day, I couldn't help but stop moving my hands.

The air was quiet for a while.

Then he continued to correct his homework as if nothing had happened, while lowering his head: "How do you know?"

Ma Shao: "I don't believe in prophecies. In my opinion, the so-called prophecies are either coincidences, coincidences that are exploited by others, or simply scams. And I know that you don't really believe in such things."

"The Arapaho predicted that the tent guard would be bitten to death by a venomous snake. In this case, catching a venomous snake and poisoning him would be a good idea. If it were me, I would probably choose this method."

I didn’t talk on the rainy day.

Ma Shao looked at him: "It's just that I don't quite understand why you did this. Why?"

Yu Tian did not answer directly, but asked: "If it were you, for what reason would you kill him?"

Ma Shao thought for a while: "For the sake of counterattack and... the people, it seems a bit hypocritical to say this."

Rainy Day raised his head and smiled: "You seem to always belittle yourself."

"Belittle yourself?"

"Yes, in my opinion, you are the only person qualified to say this. If everything you do cannot be called 'for the people', then this sentence itself is completely unnecessary. We should

Take it out of Apache." Rainy Day's tone was even a little excited.

After pausing and calming down, he added: "I believe you will lead us to the path of hope, which is why I chose you... The Warchief is a person I respect, but he blocked this road."

"Anyone blocking this road, I will do it!"

The horse whistle was silent for a moment: "What if we are the ones blocking the road?"

Rainy Day was startled, and then he stammered: "This... this is impossible."

"It's entirely possible, at least I don't trust myself." Ma Shao said slowly, "Look at the things I have done, which one is not without fame and fortune?"

"If one day I am faced with something that is purely detrimental to myself and others, and does not even have a good reputation, I don't know what I will choose."

It doesn't matter if you don't make money, but at least you need a good reputation. To put it more loftily, it's called "social recognition". This is Ma Shao's life creed.

For example, the body donation agreement he signed in his previous life was the product of this belief - since he is dead, his body is useless anyway, so why not reuse the waste and at least earn some good reputation.

Ma Shao also got what he wanted. He donated his body, a thing that was of no use to him, and people added some words of praise to his epitaph.

Not only the body donation, but also the reason why he chose to be a teacher in his previous life.

After recognizing his talent, Ma Shao felt that becoming a good teacher in a small place was the best solution for his life. The operational difficulty, social recognition, and personal life were all within his acceptable range.

Now he not only works as a teacher, but also plans and manages all aspects of thousands of tribesmen, and also leads the army to charge into battle... His work is more complicated and dangerous than in his previous life, but in the end it is all rewarding, and nothing is neither famous nor profitable.

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"You don't know how!" After hearing Ma Shao's words on Rainy Day, his tone became excited again.

"Maybe I will, but you definitely won't! And if I block the way of the people, I will make the same choice and let myself be shattered to pieces!"

He repeated: "You are too arrogant to belittle yourself, you shouldn't be like this!"

Ma Shao scratched his head, not understanding the excited tone of the rainy day.

After a while.

"By the way, what happened to the Comanches?" I suddenly remembered this incident on a rainy day.

"What Comanche?"

Rainy Day explained: "A Comanche messenger came over before and told Shou Ting that the Mianxiong clan had arbitrarily annexed a Comanche clan. Shou Ting planned to kill you for this reason."

"You mean the Shuanglang Clan." Ma Shao suddenly realized and recounted what happened last year.

"So that's it." Yu Tian nodded.

Ma Shao touched his chin: "It seems that the Shuanglang clan has survived the winter and wants to take advantage of this time to break away from us. We need to check carefully when we get back."

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Soon, the tribe held a ceremony, and Mashao successfully inherited the position of chief and became the leader of the entire Apache Plains tribe.

There are approximately two to three thousand people in the tribe, and together they are only twice as many as the Sleeping Bear clan, but the significance of becoming a warchief goes beyond that.

The war chief has no boss, which means that the horse whistle does not have to consider the leader's ideas in the future.

The warchief can grant eagle feathers at will, which means that as long as he wants, he can issue himself countless eagle feathers and become the Apache version of Brezhnev.

More importantly, the chief can command the clans below to a certain extent, and can also contact other tribes to form an Apache coalition.

What Ma Shao has to do is, of course, to integrate the plain tribes in the name of the chief and gather these two to three thousand people.

Before that, he first needed to summon some prestigious figures in the tribe and inform them of the plan.

Among the people summoned was Shikate, who was almost forced to come over. After entering the tent, his face looked like a dead horse.

Eleven people were sitting around the big chief's tent.

"Perhaps you know the current situation of the Mianxiong Clan." Mashao looked at the other ten people, "I built a city in the territory of the original Mianxiong Clan and gathered 1,500 people, most of whom were from various clans of the tribe. .”

"What is a city?" someone wondered.

Mashao was used to this situation. As the word creator of Apache, he often said some uncommon, foreign or even original words, which aroused people's doubts.

He also had to do this to gradually expand the vocabulary of his people and improve the Apache language system.

"Do you know about Santa Fe in Mexico?" Ma Shao asked.

"I know." Everyone nodded.

Ma Shao: "Santa Fe is a city, and a city is an area where people gather in large numbers and live a stable life...Cities can make our lives better."

After explaining some basic concepts to people, he continued: "Strictly speaking, the Sleeping Bear Clan is not a city yet, and I haven't even named it that. But I have decided to do so."

"From now on, the Sleeping Bear clan will no longer exist. There will only be one 'Sleeping Bear City', and this Sleeping Bear City is the core territory of the Plains tribe."

"A real city should have at least tens of thousands of people, so I plan to gather all the tribes and clans in Sleeping Bear City."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Shou said: "You mean, we all have to move away from our hometown and join your Mian Xiong clan?"

Ma Shao corrected: "It's not about joining the Mianxiong Clan, but living in Mianxiong City."

"Isn't this the same meaning?"