The stone crow had a thoughtful expression, and then looked up at the sky: "The scene just now seems familiar, as if it appeared in my dream, well, this must contain some kind of revelation of the Great Spirit." ”

"......" Ma Whistle was speechless for a while.

But others took the matter seriously, especially the old chief, who said with a serious face: "Do we need to change our plans?" ”

"Probably not." The crow shook his head slowly.

"It may be a good sign." The chief said, "Tonight the clan will hold a ceremony, and the Great Spirit will surely bless you with your triumphant return." ”

As he said, the people of the Sleeping Bear clan held a grand shamanic ceremony that night to pray to the gods and ancestors, and to bless the people who went on the expedition.

When night falls, skilled fire-makers light the sawdust, and then a bright bonfire rises in the camp.

When the bonfire is in full swing, a skinned bison is erected, and the "zizi" fat flows under the blazing flames, and gradually exudes a rich aroma of meat.

People nibbled on beef, dancing and shouting around the flames, and some even went crazy as if they were in a hurry.

Twenty tribesmen are about to go to war against the Arapahoe, the fiercest Indian tribe of the Colorado Plateau and the North American prairies.

When they assemble in the tribe, the bad news of the annihilation of the army can come at any time, and those who remain in the clan may also lose their loved ones at any time.

In the face of this enormous risk, the people who prayed were more crazy than ever.

Ma Shou heard a friend say something in his previous life: superstition comes from the fragile ability to resist risks.

In the past, he didn't have much opinion on this sentence, but now that he saw the many people who were praying hard, he suddenly felt that it was not unreasonable.

In its original history, such rituals would evolve into the "Ghost Dance Movement" decades later—when the whites were finally victorious, the utterly desperate Indians finally united, dancing and praying like crazy, believing that as long as all the Indians danced together until dawn on the fifth day, the Great Spirit would destroy all whites and return all that they had lost.

Then, in the midst of their mad and desperate ghost dance, the whites completed the final slaughter.

Since then, no one has paid attention to the struggle of the Indians, because everyone knows that they have lost completely......

Ma Whistle did not participate in the fanatical dancing of the people, but just sat in the corner and munched on the barbecue. Although he was already an official shaman, nominally not only to participate, but also to lead the dancer.

"Brother Whistle, didn't you say that you don't like to fight?" The little sparrow ran over and asked.

"yes." Ma Whistle shoved a large piece of roast meat into her mouth.

The little sparrow first finished the roast meat stuffed into his mouth, then wiped the oil on his mouth, and continued to ask, "Then why do you still want to go to war!" ”

"Hmm...... Because that's how I hate war. The sentry paused.

The little sparrow looked at him puzzled.

"If you are trapped in a cave and a fire is burning at you, the right thing to do is not to retreat into the cave, but to rush out in time to meet the flames. ”

"America is such a cave, there is no way out of retreat. The ferocious enemy is the flames, and you don't expect it to back down on its own until it runs out of fuel. ”

The little sparrow seems to understand whether he understands or not.

Seeing that she was going to question something, Ma Whistle tore another piece of barbecue and fed it, while changing the subject.

"Little Sparrow, I'm here to test you with a difficult question, do you think heavy things fall fast, or light things fall fast?"

"Of course it's heavy!"

"If a heavy thing is tied to a light thing, will it fall faster or slower?"

"Hmm...... I guess it's slowing down. ”

"Two things tied together, the weight must have become heavier, in that case, shouldn't they fall faster?"

"yes, that's supposed to be faster."

"But light things fall slowly, and slow things will definitely drag down fast speeds, shouldn't the falling speed be slow?"

"This ......" the little sparrow was stunned for a moment, then fell into a daze, and squatted down with two pigtails, "How can this be......"

A small physical problem successfully made the little girl begin to doubt her life. Ma Whistle silently continued to eat barbecue, hiding his merit and fame.

……

The so-called "Indian" is a term given by white people because Columbus mistook the Americas for India and the Native Americans for Indians.

In the world of the Indians themselves, there is almost no such concept, and the largest group division in the minds of most Indians is the "clan", that is, the Apache, the Comanche, and the Arapahoe.

Generally speaking, the clan is not a strict organization, and some are not even organized at all, but only a cultural connection.

For example, there are seven main tribes under the Apache tribe, and the Sleeping Bear clan belongs to the "Plains Tribe" among these seven tribes, also known as the "Kiowa Apache Tribe".

It is called the Plains Tribe because most people live on the plains, and the Kiowa Apache Tribe because this tribe is closely related to the Kiowa and sometimes even mixed.

As a member of the Plains Tribe, the Sleeping Bear Clan naturally had to obey the orders of the Great Chieftain of the Plains and be called to participate in clan wars and other chaotic activities.

It's just that because the Sleeping Bear Clan was hit hard by the white attack before, it has been resting and recuperating for the past few years, and has not fulfilled any obligations, and it is over every spring to let the stone crow dance over for a while.

Until this year, on the one hand, the conflict between the Apache and the Arapahoe intensified, and on the other hand, the Sleeping Bear Clan was too embarrassed to continue to recuperate, so it responded to the call of the Great Chief again after three years and sent a team to fight for the Apache with other clans.

Led by the Crow, twenty warriors of the Sleeping Bear Clan stepped into Mexico – and of course, in their opinion, the Apache was the true master.

This was the front line of the battle between the Apache and the Arapaho, whose armies rushed down the southeastern edge of the Colorado Plateau with the intention of breaking down the Apache defenses.

But the Apache are not good at stubble, and in the face of the murderous Arapahoe, they have fought a tug-of-war and fought each other for many years.

A year before Ma Sentry was reborn, the father of this body died on this battlefield.

Therefore, when I came here in person, Ma Whistle's heart felt a little strange.

"We're almost there." The jay rode on his horse and pointed ahead, and some cone tents could already be seen faintly at the end of the field of vision.

"The Great Chief of the Tribe is over there."