1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 99 [Angrily Old Man]

"This is the flag of the Horde," said the horse whistle.

What is recorded on the paper is the flag he designed for the tribe and the army. The pattern is a golden fist with a vertical flag facing out of the flag. There is a golden circle around the fist, and the rest of the area is red.

He called it the Golden Fist Red Flag.

The structure of the pattern is very simple, even ordinary people without any drawing talent and skills can easily copy it.

The implication is also simple and clear - unity and struggle.

Horse Whistle doesn't like patterns that have a lot of meanings. In his opinion, the most important thing about things like flags and signs is the visual effect, and the meaning is secondary.

If a pattern needs to be matched with text annotations to make people feel beautiful, then it must be a failed pattern.

"It turned out to be a flag, and it looks pretty good." Mary observed it for a while, then nodded.

"Help me make twenty sides." Ma Whistle said.

"no problem."

……

Sleeping Bear City became more and more lively.

The sound of building construction, the sound of reading in the school, and the bursts of slogans from soldiers training in the distance...

Everyone can feel this vigorous vibe, but not everyone is inspired by it.

Mogu is an old shaman, with gray and thin hair and deep lines on his face, he looks at least over 50 years old.

At this moment, he was sitting in the wooden house, holding a cigarette rod in his hand, smoking a cigarette in frustration, surrounded by a few old friends.

"...The shaman department is already the place for those young people." Mo Gu sighed, with a frowning face, and smoke drifted out of his mouth and nose.

"They even said that we are not qualified shaman priests!" Another old shaman said angrily, "It's because we don't know how to read the "Lingyu", which is written in so-called words!"

"These young people are too arrogant. They don't pay attention to the oldest shamanic knowledge. They only see what the horse whistle says! The horse whistle is just a young man. He is only 14 years old. I don’t know anything about Man’s true inheritance!”

"We are the real shamans, and the wisdom we possess has been handed down for thousands of years!"

"On a rainy day, I recklessly revise the myth, make it up, and claim to be a real shaman!"

Several old shamans told each other their distress and unwillingness.

With the continuous innovation in all aspects of Sleeping Bear City, they were completely marginalized-they could hardly or did not want to keep up with any changes in Sleeping Bear.

Lushou was also in the room. He looked at the old people and said, "Not only does the horse whistle disrespect traditions, but he even lets foreigners into Apache, including whites and Pawnees. This is what I can't bear the most." ! And those captives, the treatment is getting better and better every day, and some people can even take a vacation, I don’t think it will take long before the horse sentry will let them join the tribe!”

"The world is going down, the world is going down!" Mo Gu sighed, his eyes turned red, "My tears are rolling in my stomach, and those young people are still laughing! They don't care about the loss of tradition!"

Deer Hand: "Guys, I think we should unite and drive the horse whistle and the rainy day off the altar! Let them apologize to all the Apaches!"

"That's right, for the sake of Apache, for our tradition, and for the sake of true shamanism, we should drive away these two ignorant young people!" Someone echoed.

The deer hand said again: "We must stop the degeneration of the tribe, and we can't let the two of them continue to pollute the soul of the Apache nation!"

But when it came to this step, the atmosphere quickly cooled down, and the old shamans were no longer so angry.

Mogu took a puff of cigarette and frowned: "We want to do the same, but... the horse whistle and the rainy day are too powerful, they firmly control everything in Sleeping Bear City, including the army."

"Those officers are all students and loyalists of the horse post. We can't even persuade a single leader. Without the help of the army, how can we fight against them? This is unrealistic."

"Yes, many people now really regard the horse whistle as the incarnation of gods." Several old shamans sighed, "They even call the horse whistle 'Holy Light'—is that the word, Vulture?"

"That's right." The old shaman known as Vulture nodded.

"As far as I know, in the "Lingyu" compiled on a rainy day, it seems that the horse whistle is a beam of light... Hehe, what nonsense."

Lu Shou snorted: "Hmph, a false god!"

He obviously wanted to encourage these old shamans to join him in opposing the horse post, but he could also see that these old guys were all cowards, and they dared not do anything.

He was still not reconciled, and said again: "Can we just hide in the house and complain, shouldn't we do something?"

"Now is not the time." Mo Gu thought for a while.

Lu Shou asked, "What is the time?"

"Hmm..." Mo Gu knocked the ashes on the tobacco rod, then refilled it with crushed tobacco, pondered for a long time without saying a word.

Until the vulture said: "I had a dream not long ago."

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that a black snow fell from the sky!" Vulture said confidently, "This must be a revelation from the Great Spirit, and the Great Spirit is going to punish the horse whistle!"

"Could it be that the Great Spirit will punish the horse whistle when it snows?" People looked at each other.

Mo Gu frowned: "Hasn't there been snow this year?"

"It could be another snow, we'll see."

"That's right, horse whistle and rainy days will definitely be punished, it's a matter of time!"

The crowd chatted for a while.

At the end, someone suddenly said: "By the way, tomorrow is the day to distribute the 'Retirement Shaman Subsidy'?"

"That's right, with the subsidy, I have to go to the drinking hall to have a few drinks, it's killing me these days!"

"Are you going together?"

"Together!"

Speaking of drinking, the resentment in the room was swept away, and the air was filled with joy instead.

……

After the twenty Golden Fist Red Flags were made, Ma Shao first handed over the first flag to the Apache garrison in the town.

"Stalker, this flag is for you. It symbolizes our tribe and army." He handed the red flag wrapped on a wooden pole to the mouse. Eagle Feather."

"Yes, Great Chief!" The Rat Hunter took the banner.

After a while, the horse whistle said: "Most of the soldiers I brought will not return to Sleeping Bear City with me this time. The number of troops stationed in Clark Town will increase to 50 in the future."

The mouse hunter asked: "50 people, is this too much? It used to be 20 people."

Horse whistle: "Not many. We are not far from the border of Texas and the United States and Mexico. A war between the United States and Mexico is likely to spread here. A little more manpower is not a bad thing."

He also urged: "If you find the white army, don't provoke a conflict, don't confront head-on, especially when there are a large number of opponents, please notify me as soon as possible, understand?"

　In the book review area, a schematic diagram of a golden fist and a red flag was made.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)