The horse whistle was called into the tent by the stone crow, and the noise of the clansmen outside continued.

"Who told you about the kind of medical technique you just saved Ranfa?" Stone Crow asked.

"It's not that anyone told me, it's that I think it should work." That's all the horse whistle can say.

Dr. Heimlich, who invented this first aid, died a few years before he was reborn, and he was not born yet.

"That is the revelation of the Great Spirit." The crow then made a judgment.

…… Okay, you say yes, that's it.

The horse whistle didn't refute, and he couldn't refute it.

The concept of the Great Spirit is not as specific as that of the gods and Buddhas, it is supreme, but it is ethereal, mysterious and mysterious, and the personality color is very light, everything can be attributed to it, and all arguments about it can be reversed.

If the personality color of the Great Spirit is weakened a little more, it is estimated that it can become synonymous with "nature", so for this religious concept, Ma Whistle is not very emotionally resistant, so he simply acquiesces.

"Looks like you're well suited to learn shamanic knowledge." The crow said, then looked at the horse whistle with a serious face, his eyes blazing, "Child, do you want to be a shaman?" ”

The horse whistle was stunned, and then hesitated.

Of course, he wanted to be a shaman, and for the Indians, it was an important identity, and it would be easier to gain people's recognition with this layer of identity. But if you want to become a shaman, you need to learn a lot of strange things, such as various dancing skills......

"How?"

Ma Whistle finally decided to be a shaman, and immediately said, "Yes, I want to learn shaman." ”

Shi Yao smiled: "From now on, you are my apprentice, and I will teach you all the knowledge that a shaman should have." ”

Since then, in addition to learning combat skills with the Broken Axe, Ma Sentry has also found time every day to learn shamanic culture from the stone crow.

However, he has more free time.

In order for him to learn shamanism, the crow asked for a lot of lesson time from the physical education teacher Broken Axe, and the shaman is a mental study after all, and Ma Whistle can always learn quickly, and then he can move freely.

Horse Sentry did not waste this free time, and he began to exercise more universally.

Although combat training is also considered physical training, after all, it is centered on cold weapon combat, and does not pay attention to basic physical qualities such as general strength, speed, and endurance.

Broken Axe doesn't understand this, he knows how to shoot arrows and throw axes.

In the eyes of the horse, these basic physical qualities are more valuable than the skills of using cold weapons, at least more universal, and they are also useful in the era of hot weapons.

In addition, in the process of learning shamanic culture, he also came up with another idea - writing.

The Apache language has no written language, and all cultures are passed on orally, so it is naturally difficult for civilization to develop.

However, as a physics teacher, Ma Whistle felt at a loss for what to do, he didn't have much knowledge of linguistics, or maybe C programming was also counted?

Maybe try to bring Chinese over?

“…… Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three......" Horse Whistle was doing push-ups as he pondered about language.

At this moment, the stone crow came in from outside the tent, saw his movements, and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?" ”

"This is the dance I invented." Ma Whistle found dance to be an easily accepted concept by his clansmen.

The stone crow nodded, and did not ask again, but changed his words: "There is good news, a brother clan is about to come over to join us. ”

"Defect to us?"

"That's right." It could be seen that the crow was in a good mood, "Although we lost a lot of female clansmen a few months ago, the situation of this brother clan is a little more critical, and in a conflict with the Mexicans, almost all of their men were killed. ”

I see.

Now that winter has begun, life is gradually becoming difficult, and it is difficult for a clan without men to survive the winter, and it is necessary to take refuge in others. The old and young masters of the Sleeping Bear Clan are of course very happy about this.

"We've sent a team to meet them, and in three days, we'll be able to see them." Stone Crow added.

"Little whistle, you'd better prepare, at the Clan Ceremony, I will let you whistle for our sisters who have come from afar...... Your whistles are so masterful, they're going to love you! ”

The acoustic attribute of the horse whistle has spread in the clan, and people will find him to play a tune at every turn, so he is naturally indispensable for such grand occasions.

Three days later.

On a cold but sunny evening, in the anticipation of the men of the Sleeping Bear Clan, the brother clan from the southwest finally arrived at the camp.

Or should it be called the sister clan, Ma Sentry glanced at it from a distance, and felt that except for the escort team that the Sleeping Bear Clan went to pick up, almost all of them were women, estimated to be eighty or ninety.

The leader of these women was a woman in her thirties, her facial features were quite delicate, but she was a little tall, and she still had an axe in her hand.

"Who is this woman?"

People were talking.

Someone explained: "She is the Red Woman, the third wife of their chief, and after their men have died, she is now leading the people. ”

Indian tribes mostly support polygamy, and the Sleeping Bear Chief and the Stone Crow also have two wives.

However, for the small group, three wives is still a little too much.

When the team arrived at the camp, the Red Maiden rolled over and dismounted, exhaled, and then bowed slightly and greeted, "Chief Sleeping Bear." ”

"Welcome, sisters of the clan." Chief Sleeping Bear took the lead in greeting him, scepter in hand and smiling.

After a brief greeting, the old chief waved his hand: "Prepare for fire!" ”

For all civilizations, the flame is sacred. This was especially true in Stone Age civilizations, where fire was always indispensable for important events and festivals.

With the chief's order, several men with thick arms appeared on the scene.

Like most of the people who participated in the ceremony, these men were painted on their bodies and faces, but the patterns were all flame-like.

Their unusually thick arms held a flaming bow.

The fire bow is a tool for drilling wood for fire, and it is a bow in the form of a bow that wraps its bowstring around a wooden stick when making fire, and then drills wood through repeated pulling movements.

This method is an improved version of drilling wood for fire, which reduces the risk of hand scuffing and is more efficient. Judging from the action, it can also be described as "sawing wood for fire".

At present, these men painted with fire patterns are the fire experts of the clan, and the flames used in the clan come from their hands.

The fire-making contest between them is often the beginning of an important ceremony.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the words fell, several people began to compete frantically sawing wood, and in a blink of an eye, their faces were red, and the smell of burning quickly filled the air.

"Woo-woo-" The clansmen also became excited, shouting along.

Unfortunately, this process did not last long, and after only half a minute or so, a man raised a flame and shouted to announce the victory of the game. His name is Quick Fire, and he is the one who wins the most in the fire competition.

Two seconds later, the other man finished the fire, but was dejected - victory was always one man.

The chief took the victor's flame and lit the bonfire in the center of the camp: "Let's start the ceremony, and after tonight, our ancestors will be reunited!" ”