As with all Indian ceremonies, the celebration also includes religious activities such as dancing the great god.

Led by several high chiefs and shamans, the people happily cursed their enemies and prayed for the next victory.

On top of that, the most important process is to reward merit, with a warrior rewarded with an eagle feather and a bag of liquor for each Arapahoe killed.

Naturally, the horse whistle gets nine eagle feathers, as well as nine bags of spirits.

"It's your glory." The Great Chief of the Plains took the nine eagle feathers from the High Priest and tied them to the hair of the horse whistle with his own hands.

Nine feathers are not suitable for weaving into a war crown, and the production of the war crown is quite time-consuming, and it will not be able to be woven for a while, so like most people, it is directly tied to the hair.

"Thank you, honorable high chief, and high priest......" said the horse whistle politely, and the feather headdress he thought was quite beautiful, at least much better than the paint on his face at this time—it was tradition that the victor had to paint his face with red paint.

"And this." The Great Chief smiled and beckoned again, and a soldier next to him struggled to bring in nine large leather bags.

"The hottest spirit – there's no one who doesn't like it!"

Spirits were one of the most important commodities that Indians and whites acquired when they traded, and more and more Indians were obsessed with the intense narcotic sensation of high concentrations of alcohol.

Ma Sentinel had heard in his previous life that the Indians had a serious drinking problem, but since the Sleeping Bear clan rarely had strong alcohol, he only recently learned that the Indians' drinking problem actually existed at this time.

It has to be said that spending a lot of money to buy spirits from white people is definitely the most loss-making business that Indians do, and there may not even be one, which is comparable to the Qing people who bought opium in large quantities from Britain.

The drunken Indians were degraded day by day, and the hope of progress was even slimmer, and the problem continued unresolved into the twenty-first century, and no one helped them—drinking was voluntary, and what reason did the noble liberal white man have to interfere with the Indians' voluntary choice?

In addition to Eagle Feathers and Spirits, the Horse Sentry was rewarded by three other tribes for his greatest achievements.

"Warriors of the Plains Tribe, I pay tribute to you on behalf of the Mezcalero Tribe." The Grand Chief of the Mezcalero tribe said, then fetched a pair of skinned wooden shields with intricate patterns.

The Great Chief handed over the shield and said solemnly, "This is a gift from us, a shield blessed by the Great Spirit to help you resist all damage." ”

"......" Ma Whistle sweated for a while, and didn't know what to say, so he could only take the shield politely and thank him at the same time, "Thank you to my brother tribe." ”

"Warrior, this is a gift from the Jikarilla tribe." The Grand Chief of the Jicarilla tribe pulls out a brown horse.

Although this horse is not as strong as the Black Blade, it still looks quite strong, and the horse whistle is of course even more grateful.

The most impressive thing about the horse whistle was the gift from the Chirikawa tribe, and his eyes lit up when it appeared in front of his eyes.

"Take it, give the sword to the hero." The Grand Chief of the Chirikawa tribe, a middle-aged man with prominent cheekbones, smiled and handed over a glittering short knife.

A knife of pure gold!

When Ma Whistle thanked him, he took it in his hand and weighed it, and it was estimated that it weighed about a pound.

So much gold, even if the purity is not high, it is definitely a generous gift, according to the price of later generations, it is almost equivalent to 200,000 soft sister coins, or more than 30,000 US dollars.

The horse whistle instantly remembered the name of the Grand Chief of Chirikawa, Oak, and his prominent cheekbones.

It's just that I just think this person is suitable to be friends, well, that's it.

At the end of the reward session, the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.

"Let's have a drink!" The Great Chief of the Plains held his wine bag aloft and looked at the Apache people all around.

"Woo-woo-woo-"

With a burst of shouting, almost everyone raised their wine bags, then tilted their heads to pour the spirits, and drank booze, and in the blink of an eye, the air was filled with the smell of alcohol.

"For the Horde!"

"This victory is just the beginning, the Arapahoe people will soon be completely defeated by us, and they will no longer be qualified to appear on our steppe!" People talk in the smell of alcohol, and the sound of drums and flutes is mixed in.

"Hahaha, that's right, Hiccup......"

The atmosphere was so strong that Ma Whistle wanted to take a sip with everyone at first, but he still didn't drink it after all.

His expression flickered, but he hesitated to persuade the other clansmen not to drink...... At least don't drink too much like this.

Drink pleasantly, drink badly. The way the Indians drank was neither small or heavy, but a competition to see who could drink better.

The Indians were already in a bad situation, and it would be even worse if they were allowed to continue to do so.

It's just that at the moment, everyone is drinking and drinking, the atmosphere of celebration is hot, and persuasion seems to be out of place. Therefore, the horse whistle sat there for a long time and did not speak.

But his hesitation soon ended.

"Why did you drink it too?" Ma Whistle suddenly ran to the side of a tall and thin young man, and directly snatched the wine bag with his hand.

This tall and thin young man was a long stick, and he was stunned for a moment: "Everyone is drinking, I will drink a little too......"

"But you're still wounded!" The whistle gestured to his shoulder.

"Didn't you say that spirits can heal wounds?" The long stick asked.

"......" Ma Whistle took a deep breath, "that's spilling on the wound, not by drinking, which will only make your wound worse." Bandages can also heal wounds, can you eat bandages? ”

He immediately saw several wounded people drinking, and immediately said unceremoniously: "Don't drink at all!" ”

Ma Sentinel proved his majesty on the battlefield, and these wounded were all treated by him, so he did not dare to say anything at the moment, and stopped drinking.

But not necessarily for others.

Especially the Great Chief of the Plains, who was sitting in the middle of the camp, guarded the tent and frowned directly: "Ma Whistle, what are you doing, today is a good day to drink!" ”

Then he waved his hand: "Keep playing, keep drinking!" It won't be long before the white wine merchant is coming again, and there are so many spirits! ”

The Great Chief gave the order, and the wounded began to drink again.

Seeing this, Ma Whistle suddenly became angry: "Don't drink!" ”

His voice was full of anger, and the noise of the audience could not be covered, hundreds of people from near and far could hear it clearly, and the originally lively atmosphere was instantly quiet for seven or eight minutes, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

Hundreds of eyes were cast at him.

"What are you not allowed to drink, wine?"

"Oops, the big chief guarding the tent is going to get angry......"

"What is the horse whistle going to do?"

There was a lot of talk, but they didn't drink anymore.

Then, as some had guessed, a palpable look of displeasure appeared on the face of the chief guarding the tent.

There were seven or eight hundred people gathered at the moment, most of them from other tribes, and Ma Whistle, as his subordinate, made him feel disgraced.

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ps：

In fact, many Indian tribes are very loose, and there is no tribal head, that is, a big chief. For example, the oak of the Chirikawa tribe (also known as Kochis) is actually only a local cadre with high prestige, not the boss of the entire tribe. It is written this in the book for convenience.

As for the plains tribe where the protagonist is located, there is indeed the position of the great chief of the tribe.