"Yes." The horse whistle smiled and nodded. Soon after acquiring the Black Blade, he mastered the same skills as his father, and could summon a warhorse with a whistle.

"That's what you name for, and you must be the bravest warrior on the battlefield." Said the long stick.

Ma Whistle felt that the long stick was more like his name, this man was tall and thin, and indeed like a stick. But the two didn't know each other, so he didn't say it.

He just smiled: "I hope so, in fact, this is my first time on the battlefield." ”

"For the first time?" The longstick was a little surprised, and in his opinion, the Apache could only be a teenager going to war for the first time.

"I'm thirteen years old." Horse Whistle guessed his thoughts and explained.

"Thirteen!"

There were fifty or sixty people present, and they were all surprised.

In this era when the average height of human males is only one meter six or even shorter, Ma Whistle is taller than most adults, and muscular, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a brave youth.

The thirteen-year-old boy has grown into this physique, which can almost be said to be a supernatural event.

"It is true that my student is only thirteen years old, and it is a fact that the Great Spirit has endowed him with extraordinary strength and talent." Shi Yao said, although his expression was still calm, but his tone still faintly revealed the meaning of Versailles.

Of course, he wasn't here to show off his students in front of people, at least not just for that, and he did genuinely believe that the horse whistle had been blessed by the Great Spirit.

This made Ma Whistle a little embarrassed to hear, but the others firmly believed that the stone crow was a trusted shaman, so people couldn't help but look at Ma Whistle with a little more envy and even worship in their eyes.

The crowd chatted for a while, and then the horse whistle was coaxed and whistled a few times, and the long stick also beat the drum.

However, this is a military camp after all, and there is still some discipline, so before the night is dark, the people of the Sleeping Bear Clan have to rest.

They had just arrived here and had no patrol or any assignments, so they could have a good night's rest, and tomorrow, their good days would be over.

In fact, there is no waiting for tomorrow at all.

Just a few hours later, in the middle of the night, a battle broke out without warning.

"Arapaho!"

"Attack! Raid! ”

The shouts in the camp shattered everyone's dreams, including the warriors of the Sleeping Bear Clan.

Ma Whistle rolled over and felt his brain buzzing, not because he was awakened, but because he was participating in the battle for the first time.

Since his rebirth, he has killed two people, but one is a white man who is frightened by the sight of his rebirth, and the other is a panicked horse thief, and war is not the same thing at all.

Now, the real war is coming!

When the war first came, Ma Whistle felt unprecedented mood swings, and the adrenaline was secreted like a fever, so that he didn't feel any weakness when he just woke up.

"Drop-" He whistled a loud whistle and called out to the nearby Black Front.

As the sentry burst out of the tent, Black Blade arrived, and he jumped on his horse, bending his bow and arrows to see ahead.

In the darkness of the night, the attacking Arapahoe stormed the Apache camp, and in the light of the torches, the horse sentry saw about thirty or forty enemies nearby.

Similar to the Apaches, the Arapahoe were primarily armed with bows and arrows and stone axes, and they rode horses galloping through the night and firing arrows everywhere.

"Woo-woo-" The battlefield resounded with the screams of both sides, sounding a bit like the cries of monkeys, a custom that humans have passed down for millions.

An Arapahoe broke through the line, and with a torch in his hand, he rushed at full speed towards a tent, as if to set it on fire.

The horse whistle spotted him just in time, and drew his bowstring, and in no time the sharp arrows were shot out!

Due to the excitement and nervousness of participating in the battle for the first time, the arrow was slightly off, and instead of hitting the head, it hit the horse under the opponent.

"Whew-" The horse screamed and fell to the ground with a sharp arrow.

The Arapahoe on its back also fell, but it was able to adjust its position in time and was not visibly injured.

After the horse whistle missed, he immediately kicked the horse in the belly and galloped over, and at the same time picked up the "meteor axe" in his hand, and the rotating stone axe made a "whirring" sound in the air.

Seizing the timing, he suddenly let go, and the stone axe flew out!

"Ahh The Arappahoe, who had risen from the ground in a hurry, was about to pick up the torch when he screamed and could not get up again, but he was struck in the back by a stone axe, and his spine could even be seen through the wound.

The horse whistle quickly pulled back the meteor axe, bent his bow again, and aimed at the enemy not far away.

This time, he was on the right head, and an arrow hit the opponent in the face, piercing into the skull through the nose, killing him instantly.

Killing two enemies in a row is a good record, especially for a new recruit.

Ma Whistle couldn't help but be even more excited.

But before his excitement lasted two seconds, a sharp arrow flew from the back of his head and grazed his scalp, making him instantly creepy and drenched in cold sweat.

This is the battlefield!

The battlefield is full of killing machines, and anyone can die at any time.

The awareness and operation of saving one's life are just as important, if not more important, than killing enemies.

Thinking of this, Ma Xian immediately emptied all the fierce emotions in his mind and forced himself into a state of composure.

Strong emotions can sometimes work unexpected magic, but calmness and sanity are the lasting kings.

After regaining his composure, the various advantages of the horse whistle were fully exploited.

Thanks to a long-term adherence to a scientific diet and exercise, he has strong strength and endurance, as well as keen vision, hearing and reflexes.

He was also armed with stirrups, a strong bow, and rode a strong and fierce black blade under him.

In the entire battlefield, no one is stronger than him, he is the fiercest boy here!

One arrow, two arrows, three arrows, four arrows, five arrows......

Five arrows in a row, five people in a row!

At this time, there were already arapaho people who were vaguely aware that there seemed to be an unusually strong guy in the Apache camp opposite.

But they couldn't determine who the marksman really was.

It's dark now, the vision is already very poor, and the horse whistle is riding a pure black horse, and it is directly semi-invisible at night.

There is another reason, the horse whistle does not have a single feather on its head, and at first glance it looks like a recruit who has just entered the battlefield, and no one can imagine that the recruit will be so fierce.

So the horse sentry shot and killed almost ten people, but he met almost no resistance, and occasionally someone attacked him, but it was no match at all, and he was crushed by him in both close combat and long-range.

In addition to him, because they were also equipped with stirrups and strong bows, the other warriors of the Sleeping Bear Clan also performed well, and their combat effectiveness was significantly superior to that of others, and they soon completely crushed the Arappaho people in this area.