1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 14 [Comanche]

Comanche.

Like the Apache, the Comanche's name also became the name of the American gunship in later generations.There are many similar situations, such as Chinook, Kiowa, Lakota, Choctaw, Iroquois...

As a tribe that can be used to name gunships, the Comanches are naturally brave and good at fighting.

But that was before.

A few decades ago, the Comanches were indeed famous, no less than the Apaches, and they were an Indian ethnic group full of martial arts.

However, shortly thereafter, they were defeated by the Arapaho, who had more martial virtues, and their power suffered heavy losses.

Afterwards, in order to cease fighting as soon as possible, the Comanche had to form an alliance with the Cheyenne.The Cheyenne, the closest allies of the Arapaho, acted as a mediator, bringing the two sides to a truce.

Since then, the Comanches have been in a rather awkward position.

Several tribes that are still fighting the Arapaho, such as the Apache and Navajo, think they are cowards or even traitors, and look down on them very much.

And Arapahoe and Cheyenne didn't really regard the Comanche as their own, and would occasionally engage in small frictions, and then took the opportunity to extort some property.

"Any other news?"

Shi Ya shook his head: "No, in fact, this person didn't say anything. I saw him in the Shuanglang clan before, and I have some impressions."

"Why did you come to steal the horse?" the chief looked at the Comanche.

He knew some Comanche, plus the sign language traditionally used by Indians for foreign communication, he basically expressed his own meaning.

The Comanche lay on the ground without saying a word, his face pale and his body trembling slightly from the blood loss and severe pain of his severed arm.

Seeing that he seemed to be dumb, the old chief couldn't help frowning, and said after a while: "I think we have to talk to the Shuanglang clan, otherwise it may cause trouble."

Then he pointed at a few people: "Tomorrow morning, you and I will go to the Shuanglang clan. Shi Ya, you stay in the clan."

"Yes, Chief."

The horse whistle said quickly: "Chief, take me too."

His previous physical condition did not allow him, but now he has grown tall and strong. Given the opportunity, he naturally wants to get in touch with the outside world more.

The old chief thought for a while: "Then you come together, I know you have always wanted to take a look outside."

"Okay, it's getting late, everyone go to rest now and get a good night's sleep."

Everyone dispersed one after another, and the horse whistle also walked to his tent.

"Brother Whistle!" A crisp voice came from behind, and when he turned around, the little sparrow had already appeared in front of him.

"what happened?"

Compared with three years ago, the little sparrow has grown up a lot, and she is a delicate girl. She wears two braids and dangles when she walks.

When she ran to the horse post, she blushed slightly: "Brother Whistle, you...are you alright?"

"Of course it's fine." Ma Whistle smiled, then patted the little sparrow's head, "Don't worry about me, go back and rest."

Following his head-touching movements, the little sparrow shrank its neck shyly like a little sparrow, and said in a mosquito voice, "Oh..."

Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end she obediently went back to rest.

Looking at the figure of the little sparrow leaving, the horse whistle was silent for a moment, shook his head, and then turned and went into the tent.

……

The next morning.

When Ma Whistle woke up, he couldn't help grinning, but the pain in his hands and feet hadn't gone away.

However, he didn't give up because of this, but endured the soreness in his limbs, quickly put on his clothes, took his weapon, washed up and was ready to go.

I don't know why, but since his rebirth, his self-control seems to have become much stronger.

As a human being in his previous life, sometimes it was cold and he didn't even want to get out of bed, but now his limbs are sore, but he got up and dressed without hesitation for a second.

Ma Shao thought, this may be due to the difference in physical fitness and self-expectation.

Now he is undoubtedly a macho, his physical fitness crushes the fat man of his previous life in all aspects, and his energy is almost unbelievable.

Of course, the more important thing should be the change of self-expectation.

Although Horse Whistle often reminded himself not to bloat, don't bloat, don't bloat... But as a reborn person, he still feels a sense of destiny from time to time.

Although this kind of thought never reached the level of dizziness, it still lingered forever, and even if the horse whistle was clearly aware of its existence, it could not be eradicated.

This was something he never expected when he was reborn in YY in the past, the real rebirth would actually produce such a profound change in people's psychology, it was like reinstalling the drive for his spiritual world.

But overall, it's a good thing.

The pretentiousness brought about by rebirth forced Mashao to greatly increase his expectations of himself, and for a rational person, expectations are almost a requirement.

After the morning sanitation routine, the pretensions of the Horse Whistle take a bit of a hit – every day, the dejection of a toilet-paper-less poop.

Others are still preparing.

The Whistle took out a piece of wood and carved a fork in it with a dagger, as he did every morning, and it was his way of keeping dates.

From this board, he can determine the current date - April 1844, 4 AD.

After a while.

"It's time to go!" The old chief took a drag on his cigarette, then got on his horse.He was riding an old horse, probably almost 20 years old, and looked rather thin.

Everyone got on their horses one after another, and the horse whistle also rode Hei Feng.Including the wounded Comanche prisoner, there were eight people in total.And of course the body of another horse thief, in a bag and carried by a horse.

If there are too many people, it will inevitably make the other party uneasy, and if you go alone, you will inevitably be uneasy. The chief felt that such a team was just right.

"Let's go." The old chief shook the reins and led the team to set off, leaving the Sleeping Bear Clan's camp.

The Comanche Shuanglang Clan is located in the southwest, not far away, about fifty or sixty kilometers away, and can be reached in the same day.

The Midwest of the United States is vast and sparsely populated, and no one was seen along the way. Everyone arrived at the camp of the Twin Wolf Clan smoothly in the afternoon.

"Stop!" As soon as they approached the camp, a Comanche warrior patrolling on horseback immediately warned, "Who are you?"

"I am the Chief of the Sleeping Bear Clan of the Apache Clan." The chief said in Comanche, which he was not proficient in, while cooperating with sign language.

The languages ​​of the Indians vary greatly, but they have a set of sign language, which is common to almost all tribes and is necessary for diplomatic occasions.Of course, this sign language cannot express complex meanings.

"I'm here to find your chief and want to talk about him." Chief Sleeping Bear moved aside, pointing at the Comanche captive behind him.

Ever since he got close to the camp of the Shuanglang clan, the captive kept his head down. After the clansman appeared, he didn't even dare to face it.

(End of this chapter)