Comanche.

Like the Apaches, the Comanche name became the name of the American helicopter gunship in later generations. There are many similar cases, such as Chinook, Kiowa, Lakota, Choctaw, Iroquois......

As a tribe that could be named helicopter gunships, the Comanches are naturally brave and combative.

But that was before.

A few decades ago, the Comanches were indeed as powerful as the Apaches, a martial Indian race.

Soon after, however, they were defeated by the more martial, Arappaho people, and their power was devastated.

After that, in order to be able to stop fighting as soon as possible, the Comanches had to form an alliance with the Cheyenne. The Cheyenne, the closest allies of the Arapahoe, acted as mediators to bring a truce between the two sides.

Since then, the Comanches have been in a rather awkward position.

Several tribes that are still fighting the Arapajo, such as the Apache and Navajo, see them as cowards and even traitors, and look down on them.

And Arapahoe and Cheyenne didn't really treat Comanche as their own, and occasionally engaged in some small frictions, and then took the opportunity to blackmail some money.

"Any other news?"

The stone crow shook his head: "No, in fact, this person didn't say anything." It's that I've seen him in the Twin Wolf Clan before, and I have some impressions. ”

"Why did you come to steal horses?" The chief looked at the Comanches.

He knew some Comanche language, plus the sign language traditionally used by the Indians to communicate with foreign countries, and basically expressed his meaning.

The Comanche man lay on the ground, silent, his face pale and his body trembling slightly from the blood loss and severe pain from his broken arm.

Seeing that he seemed to be dumb, the old chief couldn't help frowning, and after a while, he said, "I think we have to talk to the Twin Wolf Clan, otherwise it may cause trouble." ”

Then he pointed to a few people: "Early tomorrow morning, you will go to the Twin Wolf Clan with me." Stone Crow, you stay in the clan. ”

"Yes, Chief."

Ma Sentry hurriedly said, "Chief, take me with you too." ”

His previous physical condition did not allow it, but now he has grown tall and strong, and when he has the opportunity, he naturally wants to have more contact with the outside world.

The old chief thought for a moment, "Then you can come along, I know you have always wanted to take a look outside." ”

"Okay, it's not too early, let's go rest and get a good night's sleep."

The crowd dispersed, and the horse sentry went to his tent.

"Brother Whistle!" A crisp voice came from behind, and when he turned around, the little sparrow was already in front of him.

"What's wrong?"

Compared with three years ago, the little sparrow has grown up a lot, and she is a delicate girl, she wears two braids, and she walks with a sway.

Running to the horse whistle, her face was slightly red: "Brother whistle, you...... Are you okay? ”

"Of course it's fine." Ma Whistle smiled, then touched the little sparrow's head, "Don't worry about me, go back and rest." ”

With his head touching, the little sparrow really shrunk his neck shyly like a little sparrow, and said in a mosquito voice: "Oh......"

Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to stop talking, but finally obediently went back to rest.

Looking at the figure of the little sparrow leaving, the horse whistle was silent for a moment, shook his head, and turned to enter the tent.

……

Early the next morning.

When Ma Whistle woke up, he couldn't help but grin his teeth, but the pain in his hands and feet had not yet dissipated.

However, he did not give up because of this, but endured the pain in his limbs, quickly dressed himself, brought his weapons, and prepared to set off after a wash.

I don't know why, but since he was reborn, his self-control seems to have become much stronger.

In his previous life, sometimes the weather was cold, and he didn't even want to get out of the bed, but now his limbs are sore, but he didn't hesitate to get up and get dressed for even a second.

Ma Whistle thought that it might be because of the difference in physical fitness and self-expectations.

Now he is undoubtedly a macho man, his physical fitness crushes the fat body of his previous life in all aspects, and his energy is almost unbelievable.

Of course, it should be more important to change self-expectations.

Although the horse whistle often reminds itself not to inflate, not to inflate, not to inflate...... But as a reborn, he still has a sense of destiny from time to time.

This thought, though never to the point of getting carried away, has always haunted it, and even if the horse whistle is clearly aware of its existence, it cannot be eradicated.

This is something he didn't expect when he was reborn in the past, and the real rebirth will actually have such a profound change in people's psychology, it is like a reloaded drive for his spiritual world.

But overall, it's a good thing.

The pretentiousness of rebirth forces Ma Whistle to raise his expectations of the self dramatically, and for a rational person, expectations are almost a requirement.

After the morning sanitation work, the pretentiousness of the horse whistle took a certain blow – every day, and the depressing defecation without toilet paper.

Others are still preparing.

The horse whistle took out a board and carved a fork into it with a dagger, which he did every morning, and this was how he kept track of the date.

With this plank, he was able to determine the present date, April 12, 1844 AD.

After a while.

"It's time to go!" The old chief took a puff of his cigarette and turned on his horse. He rode an old horse, estimated to be almost twenty years old, and looked rather thin.

The crowd mounted their horses, and the sentry mounted the black blade. Counting the wounded Comanche captive, there were eight people in total. Of course, there was the body of another horse thief, packed in a bag and carried by a horse.

There are too many people, it is inevitable that the other party will be uneasy, and it is inevitable that he will be uneasy when he goes alone, and the chief feels that such a team is just right.

"Let's go." The old chief shook the reins and led the team out of the camp of the Sleeping Bear Clan.

The Comanche Twin Wolf Clan is located in the southwest, not far away, about fifty or sixty kilometers away, and can be reached in the same day.

The Midwest of the United States was sparsely populated, and there were no people on the way, and everyone successfully arrived at the camp of the Two Wolf Clan in the afternoon.

"Stop!" As soon as they approached the camp, a Comanche warrior on horseback warned him, "Who are you?" ”

"I am the chief of the Sleeping Bear Clan of the Apache Clan." The chief spoke in a Comanche language that he was not very familiar with, with sign language.

The languages of the Indians were very different, but they had a set of sign languages, which were spoken by almost all tribes and were necessary for diplomatic occasions. Of course, this sign language doesn't convey complex meanings.

"I've come to your chief to talk about him." Chief Sleeping Bear shifted to the side, pointing to the Comanche captives behind him.

Ever since he approached the camp of the Twin Wolf Clan, the captive had kept his head down, and after the clansman appeared, he didn't dare to face it at all.