1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 17 [Plain Tribe]

Shi Ya put on a thoughtful expression, then looked up at the sky: "The scene just now seems familiar, it seems to have appeared in my dream, well, this must contain some kind of revelation from the Great Spirit."

"..." Ma Shao was speechless for a while.

But others took this matter seriously, especially the old chief, who said with a serious face: "Do we need to change the plan?"

"Should not be necessary." Stone Crow shook his head slowly.

"It seems to be a good omen." The chief said, "The clan will hold a ceremony tonight, and the Great Spirit will surely bless you and return home in triumph."

As he said, the people of the Mianxiong clan held a grand shaman ceremony that night to pray to the gods and ancestors, and to pray for the clansmen who went to war.

As night fell, skilled fire-makers lighted the sawdust, and a bright bonfire rose in the camp.

When the bonfire was in full swing, a skinned North American bison was put on the shelf, and under the flames, the "sizzling" fat flowed and gradually emitted a strong meaty aroma.

People gnawed on the beef, danced and yelled around the flames, and some people even went crazy, as if they were in high spirits.

Twenty tribesmen are about to go to war against the Arapaho, the fiercest Indian tribe on the Colorado plateau and North American grasslands.

When they gather in the tribe, the bad news of annihilation may come at any time, and those who stay in the clan may lose their loved ones at any time.

Faced with such a huge risk, the people who prayed were crazy like never before.

Ma Shao heard a sentence from a friend in his previous life: Superstition comes from a fragile ability to resist risks.

He didn't think much of this sentence before, but now seeing so many clansmen praying hard, he suddenly felt that it made sense.

In the original history, this kind of ceremony would evolve into the "ghost dance movement" decades later-when the white people went to the final victory, the completely desperate Indians finally united, they danced and prayed like crazy, and they were devout It is believed that as long as all the Indians dance together until the dawn of the fifth day, the Great Spirit will wipe out all the white people and return what they lost.

Then, in the midst of their frenzied and desperate ghost dance, the whites completed the final slaughter.

Since then, no one has paid attention to the struggle of the Indians, because everyone knows that they have lost completely...

The horse whistle did not participate in the frenzied dance of the tribe, but just sat in the corner and gnawed on the barbecue.Although he is already an official shaman, he should not only participate in the dance, but also lead the dancer.

"Brother Whistle, didn't you say that you don't like fighting?" Little Sparrow ran over and asked.

"Yes." Ma Whistle stuffed a large piece of barbecue into her mouth.

The little sparrow first ate the roast meat stuffed into his mouth, then wiped the oil from his mouth, and continued to ask, "Then why do you still want to go to war!"

"Well... because that's how I hate war." The whistle paused.

The little sparrow looked at him puzzled.

The horse whistle continued: "If you are trapped in a cave, and a fire is burning at the entrance of the cave, the correct way is not to retreat into the cave, but to rush out in time to face the flames."

"America is such a cave, and there is no way out of retreat. The murderous enemy is the flame, and you can't expect it to retreat before its fuel is exhausted."

The little sparrow seemed to understand but not understand.

Ma Shao saw that she was about to ask something again, so he tore up a large piece of barbecue and fed it, and changed the subject at the same time.

"Little sparrow, let me test you with a difficult problem. Do you think heavy things fall faster or light things fall faster?"

"Of course it's heavy!"

"Then if a heavy object is attached to a light object, will the falling speed be faster or slower?"

"Hmm... it should be slower."

"Two things are tied together, and the weight must have become heavier. Since this is the case, shouldn't they fall faster?"

"That's right, it should be faster."

"But light things fall slowly, and the slow ones will definitely drag down the fast ones. Shouldn't the falling speed be slower?"

"This..." The little sparrow was taken aback for a moment, and then fell into a daze, squatting down with two braids, "How could this be..."

A small physics problem successfully made the little girl doubt her life.Ma Shao continued to eat barbecue silently, hiding his achievements and fame.

……

The so-called "Indians" are called by white people, because Columbus mistook America for India and Native Americans for Indians.

In the world of Indians themselves, there is almost no similar concept. The largest group division in the minds of most Indians is "clan", that is, Apache, Comanche, and Arapaho.

Generally speaking, the clan is not a strict organization, and some are not even considered an organization at all, but just a cultural connection.

The relatively strict organization is the "tribe" under the "clan". For example, there are seven tribes under the Apache family. The Sleeping Bear clan belongs to the "plain tribe" among the seven tribes, also known as the "base Ova Apache Tribe".

They are called the Plains Tribe because most people live on the plains, and the Kiowa Apache Tribe because they are closely related to the Kiowa, and sometimes even mixed together.

As members of the Plains Tribe, the Sleeping Bear Clan must of course obey the orders of the Great Chief of the Plains and be called to participate in clan wars and other messy activities.

It's just that because the Sleeping Bear Clan was hit hard by the white people's attack, they have been recuperating for the past few years, and have not fulfilled any obligations. Every spring, let the stone crows dance there and it's over.

Until this year, on the one hand, the conflict between the Apaches and the Arapahos intensified; Fight for Apache.

Under the leadership of Stone Crow, after a six-day journey, twenty warriors from the Sleeping Bear Clan stepped into the territory of Mexico—of course, in their view, Apache was the real master here.

This was the front line of the battle between the Apache and the Arapaho, as Arapaho troops poured down from the southeastern edge of the Colorado Plateau to overwhelm the Apache defenses.

But the Apaches were not good at it either. Facing the brutal Arapahos, they started a tug-of-war and fought each other for many years.

The father of this body died on this battlefield one year before the horse post was reborn.

So coming here in person, Ma Shao felt somewhat strange in his heart.

"We're almost there." Shi Ya rode on the horse, stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, and some conical tents could be vaguely seen at the end of his vision.

"The Warchief of the Horde is over there."

(End of this chapter)