1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 51 [Night Attack on the Town]

When the horse post received the message of the Comanche asking for help, it was already evening, and the clansmen were busy preparing for dinner.

"Your chief was caught by white men?"

Long Mao and a few Comanches were also out of breath riding on their horses. It could be seen that they were in a hurry, so he nodded quickly: "The chief took people to the white town to the east to discuss the cancellation of the deal, but the white town mayor suddenly Turned his face, captured the chief, and killed several people, fortunately, someone escaped and told me the news in time."

"Respected Chief Sleeping Bear, I beg you to help us and rescue our chief!"

Ma Shao asked, "How many people are there in that white town?"

Changmao said: "We don't know very well, but there should be no more than 500 people."

Horse Whistle did not immediately agree, but stroked his chin in deep thought, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Changmao couldn't help but said anxiously: "Since the white people have turned their backs, the deal has not been cancelled, and the large area of ​​land around here belongs to them in name, and you certainly don't want to see such a situation."

After a pause, he continued: "Besides, the Sleeping Bear clan was massacred by a group of white people. As far as I know, most of that group of white people came from this small town... Don't you want revenge? The people in the town are very rich, I believe that after you go there, you will definitely gain a lot of money."

This made the horse whistle a little surprised: "Where did you get this news? I'm talking about the massacre."

Changmao froze, apparently without a reliable source of information, and explained: "They are the closest stronghold to here, and they must be the most suspected, which is in line with common sense."

"You're right." Horse Whistle nodded, but he still didn't seem to agree to the rescue.

Changmao seemed to have finally made up his mind, and he gritted his teeth and said in an extremely solemn tone: "Respected Chief Sleeping Bear, the aborigine's son of the sky, as long as you can rescue our chief, the Twin Wolf Clan is willing to promise you any conditions!"

"Any conditions?" Horse Whistle frowned.

"Any conditions!" Changmao said firmly.

The Shuanglang clan doesn't matter any more. After continuous attacks from horse plague and white people, they are now in a state of peril. As long as they can have a chance of survival, they are willing to agree to any conditions.

Moreover, Mashao's righteous deed of releasing the Arapaho people came first, and he believed that the Sleeping Bear clan would not make too much demands, at most it would be the merger of the two wolves into Sleeping Bear.

"Okay, let's do it tonight." Ma Shao finally nodded in agreement.

In fact, he has long wanted to do so.

Not 3 minutes ago, but three years ago, ever since he learned that there was a white town in the southeast, he had been thinking about making a vote from time to time, but he had never had the strength before.

Now that the Mianxiong Clan has a population of more than a thousand and is well-armed, he has also become a chief. He originally planned to pick a good time to find trouble with this group of white people.

The various supplies of the Indians are too scarce.Horse Whistle hopes to bring this stone civilization into an electric civilization within 20 years. It is simply impossible to rely on the Indians alone.

He has to get resources from the white world, a lot of resources.

Then, while the tribe was having dinner, Ma Shao mobilized for a war, gathering more than a hundred soldiers, and galloped south after eating and drinking.

The Shuanglang clan also sent [-] warriors, which was their limit. After sending these warriors, their women and children had to take up bows and arrows to guard their homes.

After a quick march...

Ma Whistle looked down at his pocket watch.

Two in the morning.

They were already approaching the white man's town, and in the dark night, they could vaguely see the outlines of some buildings in front of them, as well as the woods around the town.

Of course, Ma Shuo knew that this was only seen by him alone, and others should not be able to see these things yet.

I don't know if it's because of his extraordinary talent, or because the nutrition and exercise plan he made at the beginning was too effective, or both. Not only is he tall and strong, but his senses and reaction speed are also obviously sharper than ordinary people.

Horse Whistle estimated that his vision at night was more than a third farther than almost everyone else.

One-third may not seem like much, but it is deadly enough in night battles, because it means that within a certain range, his enemies are no different from blind men.

This disparity is further widened when the enemy is white - white people have more night blindness.

Many Indians like to eat beef liver, or even eat it raw. The natural amount of vitamin A can fill you up, and you have very little night blindness.In contrast, whites are at a disadvantage in this regard.

"Brace yourselves," said the horse whistle, "we will deal with the white sentinels later, we will rush into the town immediately and capture their mayor... Do you still remember the few words of English I taught you?"

"Remember." The elders beside him said in blunt English, "Put down your weapons, raise your hands, surrender without killing, that's what they said."

"That's right, everything is ready. The white man's sentry is not far ahead." The horse sentry had already seen two men with guns standing at the entrance of the town, but the other party obviously did not see him.

He bent his bow and set his arrow, and the soldiers behind him did the same.

"put."

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen arrows shot out, and the two white men had several arrows pierced through their throats, and fell to the ground one after another, hardly making a big movement.

The sentinel was successfully dealt with, and in the dead of night, the horse sentry immediately led people into the town, and soon surrounded the office in the center of the town, as well as several more beautiful houses nearby.

It was only then that someone finally noticed them, but it was too late.

"It's the Indians!" A terrified scream broke the silence of the night.

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

What followed was a burst of gunfire, screams and wails of white people, and broken English cries of Apache warriors: "Surrender without killing!"

"Put down your weapons, raise your hands, surrender without killing!"

"lay down your weapon!"

A huge noise swept through the entire town, and of course the mayor, Thomas, was awakened immediately.

"Damn it!" He cursed and turned over, regardless of his clothes, he quickly picked up his rifle and rushed out of the room.

As soon as he rushed out of the room, a six or seven-year-old boy ran over crying, "Daddy!"

Thomas quickly hugged his son: "Don't be afraid, my child, Dad will definitely drive away these barbarians!"

Having said that, the unusually dense gunfire outside made his face turn pale.

He was accustomed to measure by the standard of the rifle, and the sound of gunfire was so dense that he felt that there might be three hundred Indians attacking various parts of the town.

How come there are so many Indians!
Moreover, these Indians can actually say "surrender without killing" in English!
It was so absurd that Thomas preferred to believe that it was just an outrageous nightmare.

At this moment, in the darkness, a tall figure suddenly turned in from the aisle ahead.

Thomas noticed this figure, and hurriedly raised his gun to shoot, but unfortunately the other party's reaction was faster, and his strength was astonishing, and he rushed towards him in a blink of an eye, and snatched his rifle!
(End of this chapter)