"This is my brother's wine, and there are many people who like it, but I don't like it, it tastes so strong, and I don't know how white people make it." The long stick entered the tent and pulled out a wine bag, "Do you want to drink?" ”

"No, I use it to heal wounds." Ma Whistle took the wine bag.

"Healing wounds?" The long stick looked dazed.

Ma Whistle nodded, pulling his collar open, "You have to be mentally prepared, it will hurt." ”

As soon as the longstick's face showed nervousness, the horse whistle opened the wine bag and poured the liquor into the wound in his shoulder.

"Ahh The long stick suddenly howled, cold sweat seeping wildly, panting out of breath, "Hum aa

After a while, the liquor was finally poured, and as if he was about to collapse, he said with a pale face: "I have lived for twenty-four years, and I have never felt such pain...... Does it really heal wounds? ”

"It's normal to feel pain, and any treatment process is not going to be pleasant," Ma Whistle said. ”

After cleaning the wound, he found a burlap cloth to bandage the long stick and advised, "It is important to keep the wound clean." ”

"Don't you need herbs?" The stick hesitated. Herbs and dancing are considered essential healing methods.

"Spirits will do." Ma Whistle said casually.

The Indian witch doctor is not separated, and the overfitting medical theory can be used directly as the setting of a fantasy novel, including a large number of bizarre treatments, such as jumping gods and all kinds of strange herbal formulas.

For these herbs, Ma Whistle is completely unable to distinguish between good and bad, the efficacy is uncertain, and the side effects are uncertain, so he does not trust them. In contrast, the disinfecting effect of alcohol is unquestionable and can certainly play some positive role.

Of course, as the so-called fool thinks a thousand times, there must be one thing, and there are some things that surprise him in the incomparably rudimentary herbalism of the Indians, such as...... Penicillin.

That's right, it's that penicillin.

Some Indian witch doctors use mold scraped from trees for treatment, apparently using penicillin, even though the Indians only follow the experience passed down from their ancestors and do not understand the principle.

It's just that this rough way of using it is very inefficient and unsafe, and it can't be said to be penicillin with impurities, but impurities with penicillin, and maybe even the bird droppings on the trees are scraped off and stirred together.

Anyway, after knowing this treatment, Ma Whistle felt that unless he was about to die, he would never use this penicillin.

In fact, the medicine of this era is generally not very good, and it cannot be compared with modern medicine that can redefine death in the future.

Not to mention the Indians, even the American doctors of the same era will also say such helpless exclamations as "sometimes healing, often helping, always comforting".

It can be seen that psychological comfort is the most common form of medicine in the nineteenth century and earlier, and healing is a blessing, and it is not unusual to treat a minor illness into a major illness or even direct death.

Of course, comfort is not the same as ineffectiveness, in fact, comfort can often play a positive role, and psychological suggestion is also a good medicine.

Therefore, Ma Whistle thought for a while, and then said: "This is my unique formula, it is very magical, you can rest assured." You just need to be careful not to get dirty on the wound now, and when you untie the bandage in a few days, the effect will definitely surprise you. ”

When the long stick heard this, his face couldn't help but feel a lot more soothed.

"Let's go count the kills." He remembered something, and immediately came out of the tent first.

A few minutes later......

"What are you doing?" The long stick looked at the horse sentry who was moving the corpse in bewilderment.

"These are the enemies I killed." Horse Sentry moved the corpse of an Arapaho to a clearing somewhere, where he had already piled up two corpses.

The long stick shook the scalp that was still stained with blood in his hand: "Just cut the scalp, you don't have to move the corpse, don't you know?" ”

“…… I don't cut my scalp. He felt disgusting that he couldn't get his hands dirty, even though it was an essential skill for almost all warriors living in the Americas, white and Indian.

"I'll help you."

"No, I'll just move the body, it's not tiring for me." The strength of the horse whistle is amazing, and it is easy to move a few corpses, and in a short time nine corpses are piled up in one place.

Of course, he killed not only nine, but at least twelve or thirteen, but some of the bodies could not be found, and of course they could have been impersonated by others...... This kind of thing is not uncommon in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad.

The Apache warriors who had gone to pursue returned to the camp one after another, and the battle was officially over, and the joy of victory permeated the camp.

"What a beautiful counterattack! The chief of Arapahoe is probably going to cry tonight, haha! ”

"After this lesson, they are expected to stop for a while."

"I think I should have continued to chase after him just now, and drove the Alapaho people back to the plateau!"

Of the Apache people, the most excited were undoubtedly the warriors of the Sleeping Bear Clan, with only one of the twenty-strong team killed, and none seriously wounded.

They killed more than fifty Arapahoe, almost every one of whom killed more than two enemies.

The nine corpses piled up next to him made the horse whistle the focus of everyone.

However, Ma Sentry will not have time to enjoy the envy and worship of the people, but will be busy treating the wounded.

The method of treatment is the same as before, after the liquor is disinfected, the wound is bandaged with a clean linen cloth, although it is simple, but it has some effect.

During the treatment, the pain caused by the liquor poured on the wound made all the wounded remember him, and they may never forget it in this life.

Of course, the wounded must have remembered a few words he repeated repeatedly, such as "wound cleaning" and "unique recipe".

"Nine!"

The Great Chief of the Plains was shocked and even disbelieving when he learned of the horse's exploits, but the nine corpses piled up in the camp and the testimonies of other warriors made him believe that it was true.

"Ma Sentinel, I really didn't misunderstand you, you are an excellent warrior! Even I think it won't be long before you become the war chief of the tribe! He quickly recovered from his shock and turned to the horse's side, laughing and patting him on the shoulder.

"All Apache people will remember your great deeds, and tomorrow at the ceremony, I will award you nine eagle feathers on behalf of the Plains tribe!"

The vast majority of Indian warriors had only two or three eagle feathers in their lifetime, and nine eagle feathers was a great honor, but it also meant some kind of power, such as on the battlefield, where a man with more feathers could command a man with fewer feathers.

Ma Whistle wasn't too excited about this, but just replied with some polite words, a few eagle feathers were not his goal.

As the Great Chief said, to celebrate this victory, a ceremony was held the next day, which was attended not only by the plains tribes, but also by all the Apache tribes stationed here.

In addition to the tents, there were three great chiefs, from the Mescarero, Jicarilla, and Chirikawa tribes.

The Council of Apache, consisting of four great chiefs, was the supreme command of the thousand-man army.