1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 36 [Crushing Bureau]

With the accumulation of age and skills, the whistle of the horse whistle became louder and louder, resounding on the grassland as if it had the momentum to soar into the sky.

"Hula!" Two hundred pistol cavalry shouted in unison, and at the same time collectively launched a high-speed charge, galloping towards the Arapaho on the opposite side.

Holding an iron shield in one hand and a revolver in the other, the horse whistle charged at the front of the team.

Hei Feng, his war horse, also put on some armor, plus the various items he carried, it was not light, but with the strength of Hei Feng, it was easy.

The horse whistle took the lead, and two hundred pistol cavalry lined up in a horizontal formation, rushing away amidst the fearless shout of "Ulla".

With such an imposing manner, the eight hundred people behind were stunned and didn't know how to react for a while.

"Charge, charge!" The war chief of the Mescalero tribe was the first to react, and also called his subordinates to charge.

However, compared with the strictly trained pistol troops, their charge was really broken, loose and loose, with almost no formation at all.

When the [-] people from the rear charged, the pistol troops led by Ma Shao had already approached the Arapaho people, and the distance between the two sides was shortened to [-] meters.

"Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!" the shouts of the pistolmen rose in waves.

The momentum of their charge and even the clansmen were stunned, not to mention the impact felt by the Arapaho people as the enemy.

Horses are not fools, and neither are people.

Seeing a cavalry wall on the opposite side crashing into it at a speed much higher than their own, the first reaction of many Arapaho people was to turn their horses.

With this U-turn, the formation of the Arapaho people suddenly became chaotic, although they had no formation at all.

Seeing the confusion in the enemy's formation, the horse whistle immediately pulled the trigger and fired the first shot.

"boom!"

An Arapaho fell off his horse in response.

"Bang bang bang!" A group of pistol cavalry also pulled the triggers one after another. In less than ten seconds, everyone fired two or three shots.

In an instant, the Arapaho people felt an unprecedented density of firepower, and screams came and went.

"what!"

"what happened!"

"What is that short gun, why—" the Arapaho man stopped talking, a lead bullet pierced his neck, and blood spurted out.

For the first time, the design wisdom of gun master Samuel Colt was unreservedly revealed in front of the world, and countless blood bloomed for it.

The violent charge and intensive firepower tore apart the formation of the Arapaho people in a blink of an eye.

Accompanied by the rapid death of hundreds of Arapaho people, the horse post led 200 people to directly penetrate the enemy's large army, like a sharp knife cutting through mud.

Although Ma Shuo had always believed that his pistol troops had strong combat effectiveness, he did not expect to be able to fight so smoothly.

After a moment of distraction, the horse whistle blew the whistle again, first ordering the troops to turn around, and then charging again from behind the Arapaho.

They charged from behind, and the other [-] clansmen had already arrived at this time, and the two sides could just form an encirclement.

For a while, the Apaches formed a hammer-and-anvil trend against the Arapahos, fiercely pinching them.

What happened next was no surprise.

The Arapaho people have never had such an experience. The morale formation collapsed within ten seconds of the battle, and then they had to face the encirclement attack of a thousand enemies with almost no damage.

They didn't have any chance to resist, just like fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

After a few minutes, most of the remaining Arapaho surrendered, dropped their weapons, and fell to the ground.

There were also some Arapaho who escaped. They rode their horses and fled far away regardless of direction, and there were more or less Apaches chasing behind them.

Horse Whistle was chasing an enemy. This enemy was wearing a battle crown, and his identity was probably either a great chief or a war chief. Of course, he didn't want to let him go.

But the man had gone a long way, and seeing that he was about to lose track of him, he immediately fetched a Kentucky rifle, aimed the long, thin barrel ahead, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

As a rifled gun that turned the tide of battle by sniping British generals during the American Revolutionary War, the Kentucky Rifle is almost equivalent to the sniper rifle of this era, with long range and high accuracy.

Of course, it was mostly a matter of luck, at least for Horse Whistle, who had barely used the gun.

Fortunately, the shot was lucky. After a shot, the Arapaho man wearing the battle crown quickly fell down on the grassland with his horse and man.

The horse whistle put the rifle on Hei Feng's body again, and then rushed over with the revolver.

After arriving at the place, I saw that the Arapaho man and the war horse fell to the ground, unable to move, and the blood that was still flowing formed a pool of blood on the nearby grass.

But the horse sentry quickly realized something was wrong, the blood was clearly flowing from the horse's stomach!

And almost at the same time, the Arapaho man, who was lying motionless on the ground just now, suddenly shouted angrily, holding a sharp dagger, and stabbing straight at the door of the horse whistle!

The horse whistle hurriedly dodged to dodge, but still couldn't dodge completely, a wound was cut on his arm, and blood oozed out.

He sucked in a breath of cold air, and at the same time grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand and twisted it hard.

"Ahhh!" the Arapaho screamed, and the dagger fell in response, and was kicked aside by the horse whistle.

He still wanted to struggle, and punched the horse whistle with his other hand, but before the fist touched anyone, the horse whistle's knee hit him hard in the abdomen.

"Ah!" He screamed again, and then collapsed to the ground in pain.

The horse whistle looked around, briefly treated the wound on his arm, then tied the Arapaho man and rode back.

On the way back, the Arapaho man recovered a little bit, swearing non-stop, and the horse whistle didn't understand Arapaho, so he didn't know what he was talking about.

The Arapaho knew some Apache language, and immediately said in a jerky Apache language: "Despicable Apache, what evil magic did you use!"

Horse whistle looked at him seriously.

This person is about 34 to [-] years old, and his body is still strong, but his appearance is not distinctive. If it is not for the eagle feather crown on his head, it is really difficult to recognize him from the crowd.

"If you lose, someone else used an evil spell. It seems that your previous victory was just a fluke." Horse Whistle sarcastically said.

"You..." The other party's face turned red immediately, and he was speechless.

He really couldn't accept the result of this battle. The once majestic Arapaho people were now crushed by the Apaches, and to be precise, they were crushed by two hundred Apaches.

Even against the most elite white army, the Arapaho had never suffered such egregious defeats.Therefore, in his world view, there is no reason other than witchcraft and evil to explain it.

(End of this chapter)