1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 37 [Wound infection]

The battle was naturally over. Five or six hundred Arapaho people were captured, a few escaped, and the rest were corpses on the ground.

The Apaches lost very little, and even counting minor injuries, the total casualties were no more than a hundred.

To achieve such an unprecedented victory, the Apache people are very excited.And there is no doubt that the first victory in this battle can only be the horse whistle.

So when the horse sentry returned to the tribe with the last captive, everyone made way for him and paid the highest respect.

"I have never experienced such a great victory. In front of you, the vicious Arapaho people turned into a group of panicked alpacas! Haha!" Great Chief Oak patted him on the shoulder excitedly.

The tent guard chief also smiled: "I'm sure the Arapaho people will never dare to invade again... We can even counterattack them and make them pay for their past aggression!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack!" Many Apaches had this idea and shouted excitedly.

He was very happy to win the battle with the horse post, but he calmed down seeing the strong fighting spirit of the tribe.He didn't want the war between the Indians to continue endlessly, and it was the right thing to unite and fight against the whites as soon as possible.

"Who is this person, do you know him?" He changed the subject, pointing to the captive he brought over.

"Of course I know him, he is the crow!" The tent guard stepped forward with a smile, and patted the crow's face humiliatingly, "Long time no see, our old friend, War Chief Crow."

Ma Shao suddenly nodded.

The crow is a famous war chief of the Arapaho people. He has heard of it before, but he did not expect to be able to capture it alive today.

"Go away!" the crow said angrily, but his hands and feet were bound, so he could only let the tent be humiliated.

"Do you still remember how you treated my son?" Shou tent sneered, "Guess how happy I was when I saw you captured alive."

The crow gritted his teeth and said: "You are too happy! Our shaman predicted yesterday that you bastard will be bitten to death by a poisonous snake! Be careful when you sleep at night, there will be poisonous snakes crawling into your bed!"

After listening to the tent, his face changed slightly. The Indians couldn't completely ignore a shaman's prophecy, even if it might be made up by the crow.

"You made it up yourself, right?" he said, "If your shaman really got the revelation from the Great Spirit yesterday, how could you lose so badly today?"

Crow was speechless.

"Boom..."

At this time, there was a faint sound of thunder in the distant sky. Looking at the gradually dense clouds, people realized that a rain was coming.

"It is going to rain!"

"Let's move quickly, bring the spoils and these prisoners, and hurry back to the camp."

The rain clouds were surging, and soon there were raindrops, rushing here not far from the camp, the Apaches quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and finally returned to the tents before the rain fell heavily.

On the way back, the horse post was surrounded by soldiers from the Pistol Corps.

All the dissatisfaction and complaints accumulated by these soldiers during the previous training process disappeared at this moment, leaving only the five-body surrender to the instructor's horse whistle.

"Instructor, the tactics you taught are too powerful. Don't talk about frog dancing, even if you train me to stand on my head and have diarrhea, I will definitely do it!"

"That's right, what the instructor says is what it is!"

"And this revolver, those who didn't listen to the persuasion probably regretted it now."

"Oh, my pistol is broken. I don't know if it can be repaired. I should have bought an extra one." After all, the Colt revolver is immature, and the damage rate is a bit high, especially in the fierce actual combat environment.

The Whistle had learned that more than one man's revolver had been damaged in the fighting that had just passed.

He thought for a while: "After returning to the camp, the head of the department wrote a brief report, telling me the casualties, capture, prisoners, etc.... In addition, the damaged revolver was also sent to me."

"Yes!"

After about half an hour.

Horse Whistle sat in his tent with a dozen Colt revolvers stacked in front of him, all malfunctioning or damaged in battle.

He took a few crude tools and tried to repair these pistols one by one.

As a graduate of the strongest engineering school in a well-known third-tier city in China, Ma Shao still had some metalworking internship experience during college.

Combined with his knowledge of the revolver, it is not difficult to solve a little problem.

Of course, if the key parts are damaged, the Indians basically cannot repair them, only white gunsmiths can repair them.

For Indians, white gunsmiths are not easy to find, unless they offer super high prices.

In order to repair these dozens of revolvers, the horse whistle has been tossing until late at night, sweating profusely, and hurting his hands in several places, and only six of them were repaired.

The rest seemed to be beyond his ability to fix.

Almost ten pistols were lost in a battle, and this thing is simply a consumable.

It seems that we should pay more attention to it in the future. It is not easy for the Indians to add weapons that are more powerful than the Colt pistol.

"Rumble..."

"Wow wow..."

In the dead of night in the camp, there was only the sound of rain and thunder outside.

Ma Shao felt that it was time to rest, so he put on a cowhide, hurried outside to urinate, washed his hands, and went back to the tent to sleep.

It was a restless night.

Not only because of the sound of the thunderstorm, but the horse whistle also had a series of dreams. The scenes in these dreams were extremely distorted, filled with all kinds of weird geometric figures, such as beehives, cobwebs, vortexes... the world was spinning and grotesque.

As Whistle gradually awoke from his sleep, he realized what he was dreaming about—the Kluver Constant.

The so-called Kluver constant is an illusion produced by the abnormal activity of the cerebral cortex.

When this kind of vision appears in a person's mind, it usually indicates that he is not in a normal state...such as a fever.

That's right, the horse whistle has a fever.

He got up from the mat in pain, only to feel hot all over, dry mouth and dizziness, which were undoubtedly symptoms of fever.

This is the first time that Horse Whistle has had a fever since he was reborn. Thanks to the diet and exercise plan he made when he was reborn, in the past few years, he has never had a fever, and he has almost never been sick. A short cold And oral ulcers are rare.

Now he is stronger than before, and logically he shouldn't be sick.

unless……

Ma Shuo remembered something, and looked at his left arm, where there was a shallow red wound, which was caused when he captured the crow alive yesterday.

At that time, he just did a simple bandage, and he didn't pay attention to it afterwards. He repaired the revolver all night last night, and he had no time to pay attention to the wound.

I didn't expect such a negligence, coupled with the rain...

All in all, his wound appeared to be infected.

(End of this chapter)