1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 40 [The Incarnation of Thunder]

Everyone's expression changed, they looked in the direction of the spear, and then saw the horse whistle staggering in the rain.

"What are you going to do?" The tent guard was terrified by the spear.

"Of course I want you not to kill the prisoners..." The horse whistle walked over unsteadily, picked up the spear again and put it on the ground to prevent himself from falling into the mud.

"Rumble..."

The atmosphere was dignified, no one happened, only the sound of thunder and rain filled the air.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ma Shao felt that his forehead was smoking, as if the rainwater was evaporated by his high fever.

The high fever was severe, and he ran out to get in the rain again. At this time, he was extremely weak.

He even felt that all the cells in his body were fighting against his brain, trying to make him lie down.

The horse whistle leaned on a spear, and slowly said in a tone as if saying last words: "You should know what I have always thought... Although I never show mercy on the battlefield, at any time, I always hope that the aborigines can unite, as Tecumseh advocated."

"Indigenous peoples have lost nine-tenths of their population over 300 years. We are not so much the descendants of our ancestors as the wreckage of our ancestors."

"We must gather the remaining forces as soon as possible, whether it is Apaches, Navajos, Arapahos, Cheyenne ... We will always tell each other, but the white man and the plague will never tell us."

"What we really need is ... to survive."

The horse whistle couldn't breathe after saying a few words, and could only clenched the spear harder: "On the battlefield yesterday, we have completed our revenge, and now it's time to reconcile...Look at our former enemy, Arappa Huo people, they have the same skin color as us. Ten thousand years ago, the two tribes must have been siblings."

In fact, strictly speaking, all ethnic groups can be traced back to a common ancestor.

But obviously, now is not the time to talk about the unity of all mankind, and the current Indians should not be the advocates of the great unity of mankind.

Only the victors are qualified to be the proponents.

In the nineteenth century, whites might have qualified, but sadly, they were still basking in the thrill of the siege, and the colonial world was in full swing.Or, they are not the real winners, the real winners are still sleeping.

There is only one thing for the Indians of today to do, to cling desperately to the wheel of history before they get crushed, climb aboard, and take their place.

Ma Shao's words moved some people, but more people didn't take it seriously.

If the person who said this was not the horse whistle, but someone else, he would have been blasted away long ago, and might even be regarded as a traitor.

That is, Horse Whistle. As a hero who has just led his tribe to a legendary victory, most people are at least willing to listen to him finish his speech.

Even so, some people were extremely dissatisfied with his remarks.

"Are you preventing my revenge?" Tent Guard gasped, of course he wasn't sick, but the anger made him gasp equally violently, he felt that the horse whistle was deliberately against him.

"I didn't target you, Great Chief...I also prevented my own revenge." Horse Whistle felt that the conflict between himself and the tent guard seemed irreconcilable, "You know, my father also died in the battle with the Arapaho people in the battle."

"I don't care!" the tent guard yelled angrily, "Today I must kill the crow and all the Arapaho people here!"

The horse whistle was silent for a while, and finally said: "Then I can only choose to stop you."

Guarding the tent was almost fainted, and the rainwater entered the lung duct with his panting, which made him cough violently: "You! Cough cough—cough!"

He was finally furious, and directly instructed the people behind him: "Kill him!"

All the clansmen suddenly panicked, were at a loss, and talked a lot.

"The Great Chief wants to kill the War Chief?"

"What should we do, should we obey the order..."

"No, I will definitely not kill Mashao teacher!"

Most of the Apaches in the Plains tribe are members of the pistol unit and students in the literacy class. The horse post is their instructor, teacher and the best commander.

After yesterday's epic victory, the status of the horse whistle in their hearts is no less than that of the great chief.

Seeing no movement from the clansmen for a long time, the tent guard became even more angry and confused: "What are you doing, I order you to kill the horse post, kill this traitor, he is no longer the war chief of the plain tribe! Kill him!"

The chief oak of the Chiricahua tribe hurried over to persuade: "Guard the tent, don't be so impulsive. It's just some Arapaho captives. Why should we kill each other for this?"

"Yeah, this is too much." The great chiefs of the Mescalero tribe and the Jicarilla tribe also came to persuade them.

But the tent guard could no longer listen to the persuasion, and shouted tremblingly: "I have the final say on the plain tribe, kill him for me! Immediately!"

Seeing this, Ma Shuo knew that he had no way out, and immediately took a deep breath, turned over the spear, and the handle of the spear suddenly pierced the ground!

About coincidence.

The moment his spear hit the ground, there was an unprecedented thunder in the sky.

"Boom--!!"

The thunder seemed to tear the sky apart, and its momentum was several times stronger than before. Accompanied by the dazzling lightning, all the people present were shocked by it.

Moreover, for the next half a minute, the sky was filled with violent thunder, and terrifying thunderbolts criss-crossed the dome.

Seeing this scene, not to mention other Indians, even Ma Wiao himself couldn't help feeling a little suspicious: Could there really be a transcendent existence secretly helping him...

However, the horse sentry did not hesitate.

When the spear fell to the ground, he resolutely and even ferociously shouted into everyone's ears together with the thunder in the sky: "If someone is killed today, I will be among them!"

At this moment, he did have some sort of determination to die—the increasingly severe fever made him worry that today might be the end of his life.

If this is the case, he is absolutely unwilling, after all, he has not changed the fate of the Indians.

So he decided to stop the massacre no matter what. He didn't want to die as the Apache war chief who defeated the Arapaho people.

After the voice fell, in the ears of everyone, except for the roar of Thunder, there was no other sound.

"Boom--"

Everyone was in shock, not only because of the thunder in the sky, but also because of the crazy declaration of the horse whistle.

Thousands of people had gathered around, and among the thousands of people, the most shocked person was neither the tent guard nor the rainy day, but the crow standing behind the horse post.

In fact, the crow's mind was empty, only the scene in front of him remained.

Of course he recognized the horse whistle, it was this person who captured him alive yesterday.

He never expected that a day later, the young war chief who had captured him alive would do such a thing, holding a spear in a thunderstorm, swearing to defend the captured Arapaho people to the death.

"Boom--"

The sky is still full of thunder and lightning, and the bright electric light shines down, as if freezing the scene in front of you.

The crow stared blankly at the horse whistle, the Apache war chief standing between him and the tent guard.

He knew that this stalwart figure who looked like the incarnation of thunder would forever be imprinted in the hearts of himself and all the Arapaho prisoners, indelibly.

　New book seeking collection and recommendation.

　　


(End of this chapter)