The big chief of the plains tribe was named "Shou Tent", he looked to be in his forties, his appearance was not characteristic, but he was taller, and he wore a war crown with eagle feathers dragged on his back, and he looked imposing.

To Ma Whistle, the Great Chief is the top boss.

The Apaches, like most other Indian tribes, did not have a leader of the whole tribe, and tribal affairs were negotiated by several tribes.

After the discussion was completed, it was completed together, and if the discussion was not completed, the meeting was dismissed and went home, and even the things of flipping the table and fighting in the same room have also happened. For example, the Lipan tribe and the Mescalero tribe once fought a battle.

Fortunately, now that the external contradictions are severe, the Arapahoe is aggressive, and the Western colonizers are approaching step by step, the Apache people are still relatively united...... I don't know if that's a good thing.

The tent where the chief was located was naturally the largest, eight or nine meters high, and the area was fifty or sixty square meters. It's no wonder that his name is "Tent Guard".

The tent sat on a large bearskin, and next to it was his high priest, a young man of Sven appearance.

"Honorable Great Chief." The Raven bowed and saluted, "The Sleeping Bear Clan obeys your call and will fight the Apache and the Arapahoe to the end. ”

"Hmm." The Grand Chief nodded casually, then looked at the horse whistle beside the crow.

The Great Chief was met with the Crow by Ma Sentry alone, while the rest of the clan was busy camping outside.

The crow introduced: "He is my shamanic apprentice, his name is Ma Whistle......"

The horse whistle did not pay attention to the introduction of the stone crow, and he was secretly observing the high priest beside the high chief.

The high priest intrigued him.

The first was age, the high priest of the tribe looked to be in his early twenties, no more than twenty-five years old, which was quite young.

The second is temperament - bookish temperament, which is more rare among Indians, although many shamans also have a good temperament, such as the stone jay, which seems calm and wise, but there is still a difference with bookish temperament.

In a trance, this kind of bookish aura on the high priest's body made Ma Whistle feel like he was returning to the school in his previous life, because a similar temperament can only be seen in some scholars and gods, and once he leaves the school, this temperament on the top of the school will often fade away.

It is really a bit strange for an Indian to have this kind of temperament. Could it be that this person has studied outside the tribe?

Of course, for the so-called "temperament", the horse whistle is not superstitious.

After all, in the final analysis, temperament is also a visual signal, which can be captured by a camera or imitated by actors, and has no absolute connection with a person's inner qualities.

For example, Mr. Shi Ya, who looks wise and calm, is estimated to be able to play Zhuge Liang when he is dressed up, but he is a fanatical lover of dancing gods, and he leads the whole clan to hi as soon as the ceremony is held.

"Horse whistle!" The crow suddenly shouted.

Ma Sentry was startled, and then suddenly realized that the Great Chief had already shown displeasure due to his distraction just now.

"Honorable Great Chief." He hurriedly greeted.

The Great Chief said with some dissatisfaction, "Stone Crow, your heir doesn't seem to be very good. ”

The crow bowed his head and explained, "I'm sorry, Great Chief, he's only thirteen years old this year, and he's really not mature enough. ”

"Thirteen?" The Great Chief was a little surprised, and looked at the burly figure of the horse whistle again, "Thirteen years old has grown so tall, it seems that he is more suitable to be a charging warrior than a priest." ”

The crow didn't speak.

"Alright, you guys get out. Rest early today, there may be a battle tomorrow, and those lowly Alapahoe people can't wait to die. The Great Chief waved his hand.

"Yes." The crow answered, and then led the horse out of the tent.

A few steps out of the tent, he couldn't help but say to the horse, "What were you thinking just now?" Forgot what I told you? ”

At the same time, the Great Chief said something similar, and he looked at the High Priest beside him: "What are you thinking about on a rainy day?" ”

The high priest replied calmly on a rainy day: "That shaman called Ma Whistle, he looks very special. ”

"Special?" The Great Chief disagreed, "I think it's rude, a real shaman should be like you." ”

"Everybody behaves inappropriately at times, and that's fine." The high priest said.

"Haha, I can't see it, haven't you always been very decent!" The Great Chief laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "You never made a mistake, you haven't done it before, and you won't in the future." ”

"Maybe." The rainy day sounded calm and noncommittal. But he doesn't think so in his heart, he knows that everyone makes mistakes, and even making mistakes is a normal part of people, but not every mistake will be detected.

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This was the front line of the battle, the route of the Arapaho people to the south, and the plains tribes stationed about 200 warriors here. Several other tribes also had a large number of troops stationed here, and the total strength was estimated at 1,000 men.

From the perspective of the Chinese, the scale of this kind of war is generally a small fight, and most of the history books cannot leave a few lines.

But for the Indians, it was undoubtedly a big battle.

This line of defense, guarded by thousands of men, was like the Great Wall of the Apache people, and correspondingly, the Alapaho people who attacked from the north were like the Huns in the eyes of the Apaches.

In the settlements of the plains tribes, most of them were Apaches, but there were also some Kiowas.

It is not difficult to distinguish the Kiowa people, there is a difference in language. Communication is not a hassle, after all, I have lived for a long time.

After the Sleeping Bear Clan arrived, it was natural to say hello to other clans, especially the brother clans that were close to each other, the kind that was one family fifty years ago.

At the request of the stone crow, the horse whistle became a tool man, performing whistles for relatives and friends.

Ma Whistle has long been accustomed to his identity as a singer, and when he spits fragrant mouth, he opens his mouth to be a "return_of_the_ancients" of Warcraft.

As expected, everyone was captivated by the majestic and melodious tune, and the musical charm that transcended time and space impressed every Apache warrior here.

To his surprise, as he whistled, a tall, thin young man beat the drums, and the beat matched the tune, which the audience enjoyed even more.

"That's so good!"

"I didn't expect the whistle to blow like this, it sounds better than Ferdin!" When the music ended, the audience applauded.

Ferdier is also the drum in the hand of the young man, the drum is not large, and it can be easily hung on the body, and it is painted with various colorful patterns.

"Hello, I'm the longstick of the Tequila clan." The young man who had just beaten the drum warmly introduced the horse whistle and said, "The whistle is really powerful. ”

After learning the name of the horse whistle, he said, "Can your whistle call a war horse?" ”

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Concentrate:

According to the information I have found, the Apache tribe of the Plains in real history seems to have always had a small population, and it is unlikely that they will send a force of 200 men, which must be an exaggeration here.

There is too little information about the Indians, and even less information about Chinese, and the novel cannot be written exactly according to the information, so I hope you don't take it seriously.