1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 20 [Fierce boy]

"call out--"

There was another sound of arrows, and an Arapaho fell and fell off his horse.He held a spear in his hand, and as he died, the spear fell down and stuck in the ground.

The horse whistle immediately drove forward, leaned over and picked up the spear.

If it was the stone spears of the Indians, of course he wasn't interested. Almost no one wanted to fight with stone spears, they were used for sticking fish.

But the spearhead in front of him is made of metal, mostly steel, with a single edge, long and sharp, or in other words, the spearhead is basically a bayonet.

The bayonets, apparently obtained from white men, were strapped to sticks by the Arapaho and converted into spears.Steel spears still have some practical value on the battlefield.

The horse whistle looked around, searching for the next target.

But the result was nothing. The battle near the Sleeping Bear Clan was basically over. The Arapaho's offensive line was severely torn here, and this rout was spreading westward.

Seeing this, Ma Shao also turned around and headed west, killing the remaining Arapaho people with his tribe.

"Woohoo————" The screaming sound resounded all around again.

Hei Feng quickly shuttled through the night, and the horse whistle kept shooting arrows from its back. Almost every arrow could hit the enemy, and there were very few false shots.

"Ah!" Suddenly, a scream came from not far away, and it sounded a little familiar, which surprised him who was concentrating on hunting the enemy.

He hurriedly followed the sound, and soon saw that the long stick was fighting with an Arapaho on the ground. During the struggle, the Arapaho's stone ax hit the side of the long stick. shoulder, making it scream just now.

The stick is in a very dangerous situation.

The strong enemy pressed him under him, and the stone ax kept approaching his neck.

He tried his best to hold the opponent's hands to prevent the stone ax from hitting his neck, but the injury to his shoulder made his resistance weaker.

Seeing that the stone ax had reached one centimeter in front of his neck, as long as the Arapaho worked harder, he would be able to cut open his main artery, and then the ruptured blood vessel would vent his life in an instant.

A cruel smile appeared on the face of the Arapaho, and the stick seemed to have seen the scene of his own death in his pupils.

"Wow—"

Blood spattered, staining the long stick's face.

The long stick thought it was his own blood at first, but soon realized that it was not. He hastily wiped the warm blood covering his eyes, and then took a closer look.

It was a sharp metal spear that penetrated the Arapaho's head from the temple!

"You..." Long stick turned his head and saw the horse whistle holding a spear, he hesitated for a while, "you, what's your name?"

Horse Whistle: "..."

"Oh, by the way, your name is Ma Whistle." Long Stick suddenly remembered, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, "Thank you for saving me."

"Where's your horse?" Whistle asked casually, looking around, taking a spear from the Arapaho's head.

"My horse is dead." Longstick gasped to calm down his emotions and the pain from the wound.

The horse whistle took a look at his injuries, and at the same time bent his bow and set his arrows, aiming at somewhere in the night: "You go to the back and rest, this battle should be over soon."

Before the words were finished, there was a sound of "咻", and an enemy who was almost invisible with a long stick was shot down by a powerful arrow.

Then the horse whistle held the spear again and charged at the nearest enemy. Immediately under the huge impact, the sharp spear pierced through the enemy's back in one fell swoop, revealing its edge in the blood blooming on the chest!
This is the power of the stirrup.

It is almost impossible for cavalry without stirrups to charge with a spear.

Only when equipped with stirrups can cavalry engage in high-intensity melee combat and better utilize the power of galloping horses without worrying about being thrown or jacked up.

After a while, the horse sentry killed several more Arapaho people.

Long Stick stared blankly at this incomparable and brave figure, almost forgetting that the horse whistle was just a 13-year-old boy who had just entered the battlefield...

As the horse whistle said, the whole battle is coming to an end, and it will end in a short while.

The Arapaho's night attack was quite good, and it did catch the Apaches by surprise, but they obviously didn't expect the existence of the Sleeping Bear Clan.

At least, they certainly did not expect the existence of such a ferocious sleeping bear clan.

The Sleeping Bear Clan only had [-] fighters, but their actual fighting power far exceeded this number, so that they quickly tore apart the Arapaho's offensive shortly after the start of the battle, like sharp knives.

As a result, the Arapaho went to an unfavorable situation, and finally ended the attack in embarrassment and lost.

Most of the time, the Apaches were at a disadvantage in the conflicts with the Arapahos, so many Apaches were very excited to see the retreating Arapahos, and took advantage of the situation to pursue them.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooo"

The screams still rang out across the field, but only from the Apaches, the cheers of the victors.

Many went after the Arapaho, but the undisputed MVP of the fight, Whistle, just stayed in camp, watching the night in silence to the north.

There was no victor's joy on his face.

Stick clutching his injured shoulder, he walked up to him and asked, "What's the matter? We won, but you don't look happy at all."

"This is indeed a victory, but it is even more a failure." The horse whistle looked at the corpses around the camp.

After this battle, the total population of the Indians decreased by another 200 people, and their disadvantages against the colonists expanded a little.In his view, it was of course a failure.

But he didn't go on.

The Arapaho and the Apache are at war right now, and in the eyes of many Apaches, the Arapaho are more hateful than white people.

Talking about uniting the Arapaho people at this time is simply delusional. Not only is it meaningless, but it will also attract abuse from the tribe.

"Actually, I understand what you mean." Long Stick's words surprised Ma Whistle, "White people are the real enemy. We should put down our hatred and unite, just like what Black Panther Crossing advocated."

Ma Shao nodded, but changed the topic again: "It's not easy to let go of hatred."

"Indeed." Long stick was silent for a moment, "What do you think should be done?"

"Only the victor can put down his hatred calmly." Ma Shao felt that there was nothing to tangle with, "First defeat the Arapaho people."

Hearing the words, Chang Chou was thoughtful for a while, until a pain came from the injury on his shoulder, which made him gasp: "Hiss..."

Ma Shao looked at his wound, thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have any wine?"

"liquor?"

"Yes, wine." Horse Whistle added, "I mean strong wine brewed by white men."

(End of this chapter)