"As long as there are men, at least we won't be wiped out immediately." The old chief continued, "And this catastrophe has given us a reason, a reason not to obey the Great Chief's order to assemble for war, and we should not be in trouble with war for some time to come. ”

"That's right." The crow nodded.

"What did you just want to say, what?" The chief asked rhetorically.

Raven explained, "I thought you meant to get other clans to join us. ”

"I do think so, but we need to wait, as far as I know, there are no Apache clans in desperate need of shelter for the time being," said the chief. No one wants to join another clan unless necessary. ”

After a pause, he added: "In short, this matter is not urgent for the time being. At least when we finish the funeral of our clansmen, perhaps at the funeral, there will be further revelations from the Great Spirit. ”

After a few more conversations, the sky was clouded, and some of the early risers came out of their tents, and they went their separate ways.

Early in the morning, Ma Whistle opened his eyes and stretched, satisfied with his ultra-high quality sleep.

Although he didn't go to bed until more than three o'clock in the morning, he was not sleepy when he got up in the morning, especially the experience of falling asleep at the speed of light last night, which made him especially happy that he was used to insomnia in his previous life.

The horse whistle began to work on the hygiene of the morning, which seriously disrupted the good mood of good sleep.

The Indians didn't have toilet paper!

After pooping, find something to wipe it, this is the normal state of life, which is undoubtedly a torture for the horse whistle.

Fortunately, he realized the problem before he went to poop, and found a few stones with a large surface area and more rounded in advance, which can be regarded as a great luck in misfortune, and a fecal in inconvenience......

Thinking of going to the toilet like this in the future, Ma Whistle's desire to promote the development of Indian society became even stronger.

There is also the issue of washing.

Don't think about brushing your teeth, just rinse your mouth, and it's not easy to wash your face because there is no suitable container.

The tribesmen use leather water bags for water, but this thing is obviously not suitable for washing faces. Ma Sentry searched for a long time, and the most suitable one was nothing more than a container made of bison skull, barely a basin.

As he washed his face, through the reflection in the water, he carefully observed his current appearance for a while.

Well...... Although the nine-year-old is very immature, I have to say that he is quite handsome. Especially the eyes, very innocent.

The main job of the people is still to prepare for the funeral, and the horse whistle does not have to participate in this as a child, but has to be trained for combat and, of course, the rumors.

There are only two children left in the clan at this age.

In charge of training them was a burly warrior in his early forties, wearing four feathers on his head, named Broken Axe, who was also a thick-shouldered father.

Broken Axe was an experienced warrior, as can be seen from the four feathers on his head that symbolize his exploits.

"Let's start with archery today." Broken Axe said, stretching out his hand, "Take out your bows and arrows, shoot them at the target over there, and I will correct your mistakes." ”

"Yes." The two children answered, and then bent their bows and arrows.

Xu Yu only listened to the "sigh", and the two arrows flew out one after another, and both successfully hit the target, although it was relatively marginal, but for the two children, it was already good.

The boring practice continued, archery, archery, archery, and then axes.

In addition to bows and arrows, the most important weapon of the Apache was the stone axe, which was used in two ways, mainly throwing and secondarily combat.

Buckle the rope on the handle of the axe, hold the rope and swing your arm, then let go at the right time, and the axe will shoot out.

The flying axe has a short range, but it is very powerful, and it can open people, and wooden shields and leather armor will definitely not be able to block it.

At the end of the morning's training, the horse returned to his tent and took out the Kentucky rifle.

At present, bows and arrows and throwing axes are still relatively useful, but he knows very well that with the development of firearms, the role of cold weapons will become less and less. In particular, the approaching second industrial revolution is also a climax in the development of firearms, and the Dresser needle pistol will be officially launched next year.

It's a bit of a waste to spend a lot of energy on cold weapon training.

Thinking of this, Ma Sentry took out his ammunition again, ready to try to reload.

The most troublesome thing about firearms in this era is to reload, and rifled guns are especially troublesome, because there is rifling in the barrel, which causes a lot of resistance when the bullet enters from the muzzle, not only to poke through the strip, but also to hit with a mallet.

He had seen some videos about firearms in his previous life, and he generally knew the loading process of this kind of front-loading flintlock pistol, but he was not sure about the details.

So when trying, the horse whistle recalls while observing the structure of the Kentucky rifle, and it takes several minutes to load the ammunition.

Then he ran to the open space outside, deliberately away from the camp, and then aimed at a tree a few dozen meters away.

"Bang!"

It's good, it didn't hit, but at least it proves that his reload is fine.

The horse whistle didn't shoot again, and he didn't have a few rounds of ammunition from the white man, so he couldn't stand the target practice, so he just knew how to load.

If you want to practice shooting, you must first have enough ammunition, which is not available for the time being.

On the way back to the camp, the horse whistle unexpectedly encountered the wind: "Why are you here?" ”

"I heard gunshots, did you fire them?" Wind looked at the rifle in his hand.

"yes, it's a white man's weapon, I think it's powerful, and we should learn it like a bow and arrow." Ma Whistle said.

"You think it's better than a bow and arrow?" Fengsheng asked.

Ma Whistle: "At least in some cases, it must be so, and if this thing has no merit, the white man will certainly not use it as a primary weapon...... Our enemies are not fools. ”

Fengsheng was silent for a while, and then nodded: "You're right." ”

The two returned to the camp together.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I returned to the camp, I saw many tribesmen gathered not far away, as if they were eagerly discussing something.

"What's going on?" The horse whistle is inexplicable.

At this time, a clansman ran over and said to Fengsheng excitedly: "Fengsheng, your father is not dead, he is back!" Come on! ”

"Huh? Oh......" The wind was stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of loss, bowing his head and walking silently towards the crowd.

The horse whistle noticed the change in the expression of the wind.

The boy clearly hated his father, as for the reason......

"Aha! Son, Daddy is back! Fengsheng's father's name was said loudly, and he said loudly, "Isn't it a surprise?" Hahahaha! ”

"What's the matter, son, you must be happy, right?" He was still laughing loudly, and his body was wet and dirty, like a fish falling from a pot to the ground.

"Hmm." The wind made him look as joyless and sad as possible, but when his father tried to hug him, a look of resistance inevitably revealed.

Fengsheng was reserved and quiet, but his father said loudly that it was the opposite, and he was rude as his name suggested, and when he spoke, he wanted the whole clan to hear him.

Moreover, he said loudly that there was only one feather on his head, which was given by the chief out of comfort, which shows that his level as a warrior is really not very good, and there is no combat achievement at all.