1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 3 [Sleeping Bear Clan]

Indians do not have strict naming conventions, and their names are more casual and varied.

Some people's names are inexplicable or even unbearable to look at directly, and some people have dozens or even more names in their lifetime.

Other civilizations have often gone through similar stages, and mature and standardized name systems generally appeared in feudal society or even later.

Many Indians will be given a baby name by their parents when they are born, a nickname when they grow up, and a formal name when they become adults. A name that represents honor can be given for military exploits, and even a mysterious dream can be based on it. A name with religious connotations...

There is also the ancestral name. The father can pass the name on to the son, bequeath it after death, or present it in life. Of course, if the father gives the name to the son while he is alive, he must choose a new name.

"Little Whistle" is the nickname given to Ma Shao by the tribe, because his father's nickname was "Big Whistle".

It doesn't have any special meaning, it's because Dad Dashao was born good at whistling, the whistle is huge, high-pitched and loud, and with a single whistle, he can call his war horse from a long distance, so it later evolved into a "horse whistle".

Ma Whistle inherited his father's name and talent. He is also very good at whistling, so he is naturally Xiao Whistle.

That's what the folks usually call him.

"I escaped from the camp when the white men attacked," said Horse Whistle.

The young man quickly asked, "Is there anyone else with you?"

"Should...not." Ma Shao thought about it for a while, he hadn't digested the memory left by this body, "I was the last one to escape, and some clansmen also ran away, but they didn't come with me."

The young man was silent for a while.

Then he remembered something, and looked up and down the horse whistle: "Where did you get your clothes, and this gun?"

Horse Post explained: "There was a white man chasing me, and he fell down. Then I grabbed the gun on the ground and shot him."

Thick Shoulder pointed to the back and said, "Did you kill the white man whose coat was stripped over there?"

The horse whistle nodded.

Hu Jian smiled: "Although it was a fluke, you are also very brave, just like your father."

"Let's go back to the camp first." He stretched out his hand and pulled the whistle onto the horse's back, then turned the horse's head and went to the camp.

"How does it feel to shoot?" Thick shoulders looked at the Kentucky rifle in the horse whistle's hand.

"It's not bad... It's just that it hurts when you shoot someone." Horse Whistle couldn't find an Apache word suitable for translating recoil, so he could only describe it in this way.

Thick shoulders nodded: "Indeed, but in fact this is not the main problem. I also got a Mexican gun before, but unfortunately it broke after a few times of use. It is too troublesome to reload. It is still a bow and an axe. more convenient."

The horse whistle did not speak.

In this era, firearms still have many shortcomings. Mixing hot and cold weapons is the norm. Not to mention Indians, whites often have to use bayonets on the battlefield.

Some Indians have learned to use firearms, but they haven't spread them on a large scale. At least the Sleeping Bear clan he belongs to still uses cold weapons such as bows and arrows and battle axes as their main weapons.

Occasional firearms captured in combat either end up as collectibles, are destroyed through misuse, or cannot be used for long due to lack of ammunition and maintenance.

In the view of the horse whistle, the real power of the rifle should be counted from the Prussian Dreiser needle gun.

The Dreiser needle gun was officially launched in 1841. He estimated that the current time is the early 40s, and Prussia should have almost researched it, and even started to equip it.

Of course, although the Kentucky rifle in his hand has a lot of shortcomings compared with various powerful automatic rifles of later generations, he still regards it as a treasure.

At a longer distance, this thing is much stronger than throwing axes and bows and arrows.

Not long after, the horse post and the thick-shouldered rider returned to the camp.

All kinds of objects and traces of destruction were scattered around the camp, and dozens of scalped corpses lay on the ground.

The people of the tribe were all in great grief, and many people lay down beside the corpse and wept, while painting a pattern on their faces with black paint-this symbolized the departure of their loved ones.

A huge loss.

After all, the Mianxiong Clan has only 30 people in total. After this battle, more than half of the women and children in the clan were lost, which can almost be described as a "quasi-genocide" state.

Ma Shao couldn't help clenching his fists, and his breathing was a little short.

In fact, the personality of the old owner of this body has not disappeared, but has merged with the personality from the 21st century.

Of course, compared with a well-educated young man from the era of information explosion, the spiritual world of a nine-year-old Indian child is too thin, so after the fusion of the two, the old personality is greatly diluted.

But this does not mean that today's horse whistle has no affection for the clan.

At least at this moment, seeing the dozens of dead bodies of relatives and friends lying on the ground, and hearing the painful cries filling the air, he was emotionally shaken.

"The gang of slave owners in North America must be destroyed!" The two personalities found a point of convergence, and Ma Shao felt that his spiritual world became much smoother in an instant, as if a certain fusion process had finally been completed.

"What did you say?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Ma Shao realized that what he just spoke was Chinese or Sichuan dialect.

The thick shoulders didn't care, and after a moment of silence, he said: "The chief and the shaman are discussing the way out."

"The way out?"

"We may defect to other brother clans, only in this way can we reproduce." Thick shoulders sighed, "We have almost no women and children."

If this is done, the name Sleeping Bear Clan will disappear, and the clansmen will become part of other clans. Although it is better than biological extinction, it is undoubtedly a sad choice.

Horse Whistle doesn't feel much about this. If the Indians want to rise, they can't stick to a small Sleeping Bear clan, or even the Apache clan. They must carry out a series of great fusions.

Only by uniting all the native peoples of the Americas can it be possible to disintegrate the rule of the Western colonists.

There is no way, the foundation of the aborigines is too weak.Compared with the Indians, the late Qing Dynasty can be regarded as the beginning of the king: a population of hundreds of millions with a high degree of cultural unity, governments at all levels that are corrupt and rigid but at least fully functional, and an agricultural foundation laid down for thousands of years. The Science and Technology of Western Exhaust...

As long as someone can reorganize a powerful and efficient central government for this kind of giant ancient civilization that has been tempered and tempered, even if the technology is backward, there is no need to fear any invaders on the earth, and they can even fight back.

The Indians are a fragmented stone punk society, with backward productivity, backward social organization, almost no science and technology, a sharp drop in population, a lot of internal conflicts, countless tribes, and they don't agree with each other.

Even if they can unite all the Indians and want to rise in the Americas, I am afraid there is only a glimmer of hope.

While the horse whistle was dreaming, a middle-aged man with long hair and shawls and a gray robe came over. He was wearing tassels, beads, and five feathers on his head. He was very prestigious.

In fact he is the shaman of the Sleeping Bear clan, Stone Crow.

"Follow me to see the chief." Shi Ya waved to the horse post with a blank expression on his face, then turned his head and left.

　Ask for collection, ask for recommendation.

　　


(End of this chapter)