1840Indian rebirth

"This is the flag of the tribe." Ma Shao said.

What was recorded on the paper was the flag he designed for the tribe and the army. The pattern was a golden fist that was punched vertically toward the outside of the flag. There was a golden circle around the fist, and the rest of the area was red.

He called it the Golden Fist Red Flag.

The structure of the pattern is very simple, even ordinary people without any painting talent or skills can easily copy it.

The moral is also simple and clear - unity and struggle.

Ma Shao doesn't like patterns with a lot of meanings. In his opinion, the most important thing about things like flags and signs is the visual effect, and the meaning comes second.

If a pattern needs to be accompanied by text comments to make people feel beautiful, then it must be a failed pattern.

"It turns out to be a flag. It looks pretty good." Mary observed it for a while and nodded.

"Help me make twenty sides." Ma Shao said.

"no problem."

…

Sleeping Bear City is getting more and more lively.

The sounds of building construction, the sounds of reading in schools, and the chants of soldiers training in the distance...

Everyone can feel this vigorous atmosphere, but not everyone is excited about it.

Mo Gu is an old shaman. His hair is gray and sparse, and his face has deep lines like gouges. He looks to be at least in his fifties.

At this moment, he was sitting in the wooden house, holding a cigarette rod in his hand, smoking frustratedly, surrounded by a few old friends.

"...The Shaman Department is already occupied by those young people." Mo Gu sighed, frowning, and smoke drifted out of his mouth and nose.

"They even said that we are not qualified shamans!" Another old shaman said angrily, "Just because we can't read the "Spiritual Oracle", that thing written in so-called words!"

"These young people are so arrogant. They don't care about the oldest shamanic knowledge. They only care about what Ma Shao said! Ma Shao is just a young man. He is only fourteen years old. He has no respect for the Apaches."

Nothing is known about the true heritage of shamans!”

"We are the real shamans, and the wisdom we possess has been passed down for thousands of years!"

"On a rainy day, I wantonly modify myths and make up random things, but I still claim to be a real shaman!"

Several old shamans told each other their frustrations and unwillingness.

With the continuous innovation in all aspects of Sleeping Bear City, they have been completely marginalized - they can hardly or do not want to keep up with any changes in Sleeping Bear.

Lushou was also in the room. He looked at several old people and said: "Not only does Mashao disrespect tradition, he even allows foreigners to enter the Apache, including white people and Pawnee people. This is what I can't stand the most.

! And the treatment of those captives is getting better and better day by day. Some of them can even take a vacation. I think it won’t be long before the horse whistle will let them join the tribe!"

"The world is getting worse, the world is getting worse!" Mo Gu sighed, and his eyes even turned red. "My tears are rolling in my stomach, but those young people are still laughing! They don't care about the loss of tradition at all!"

Deerhand: "Everyone, I think we should unite and drive Mawhistle and Rainy Day off the altar! Let them apologize to all Apaches!"

"Yes, for the sake of the Apache, for our tradition, and for the true way of shamanism, we should get rid of these two ignorant young people!" someone agreed.

Deerhand added: "We must stop the degeneration of our people, and we cannot let these two continue to pollute the soul of the Apache nation!"

But when it came to this step, the atmosphere quickly cooled down, and the few old shamans were no longer so angry.

Mo Gu took a puff of cigarette and frowned: "We also want to do this, but... Ma Shao and Yu Tian are too powerful. They firmly control everything in Sleeping Bear City, including the army."

"Those officers are all students of Mashao and are die-hard loyalists. We can't even convince a single commander. How can we fight against them without the help of the army? This is unrealistic."

"Yes, many people now really regard the horse whistle as the incarnation of the gods." Several old shamans sighed, "They even call the horse whistle 'holy light' - is that the word, vulture?"

"That's right." The old shaman known as the Vulture nodded.

"As far as I know, in the book "Spiritual Oracle" compiled by Rainy Day, it seems that the horse whistle is a beam of light... Haha, it's really nonsense."

Lushou snorted: "Humph, a false god!"

He obviously wanted to encourage these old shamans to join him in opposing Ma Shao, but he also saw that these old guys were all cowardless people who dared not say anything but dare not do anything.

He was still unwilling to give in and said again: "Can we just hide in the house and complain? Shouldn't we do something?"

"Now is not the time." Mo Gu thought for a while.

Lu Tate asked: "What is the right time?"

"Hmm..." Grinding Bones knocked the ashes from the tobacco rod, then filled it with crushed tobacco again, and pondered for a long time without saying a word.

Until the vulture said: "I had a dream not long ago."

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that black snow fell from the sky!" The vulture said firmly, "This must be the revelation of the Great Spirit, who is about to punish the horse whistle!"

"Could it be that the Great Spirit will punish the horse whistle when it snows?" People looked at each other.

Mo Gu frowned: "Didn't it snow already this year?"

"It might be another snow, we'll find out later."

"Yes, horse whistles and rainy days will definitely be punished. It's a matter of time!"

Everyone talked for a while.

At the end, someone suddenly said: "By the way, tomorrow is the day when the 'Retired Shaman Subsidy' will be distributed, right?"

"That's right, after receiving the subsidy, I have to go to a drinking house to have a few drinks. It's killing me these days!"

"Are you going together?"

"Together!"

When talking about drinking, the anger in the room disappeared and the air was filled with joy.

…

After twenty red golden fist flags were made, the horse whistle first handed the first flag to the Apache garrison in the town.

"Hunter, this flag is given to you. It symbolizes our tribe and army." He handed the red flag on the wooden pole to Hunter. "Keep it well, and even better protect the ones above our heads."

Eagle Feather.”

"Yes, Chief!" Hunter took the flag.

After a while, the horse whistle added: "Most of the soldiers I brought will not return to Sleeping Bear City with me this time. From now on, the number of garrison troops in Clark Town will be increased to fifty."

Hunter asked: "Fifty people, isn't that too much? We used to have twenty people."

Horse whistle: "Not many. We are not far from Texas and the US-Mexico border. A war between the United States and Mexico is likely to spread here. A few more manpower is not a bad thing."

He also warned: "If you discover a white army, do not provoke a conflict or confront it head-on, especially if the opponent is large in number. Please notify me as soon as possible. Do you understand?"