"The reason you just said is very good." Rainy Day likes the theory that "wine should indeed be seen as a medicine, not food." ”

On the issue of wine, the two had a few more casual conversations.

And after only a few words of exchange, Ma Whistle's previous judgment on a rainy day by judging people by their appearance was confirmed—this person was indeed very knowledgeable, or intellectually extraordinary.

It is evident that this high priest possessed unusually developed linguistic abilities.

His linguistic abilities are so remarkable that it is not difficult for anyone to perceive them in a conversation with him.

Compared with Chinese, English and other language systems that have been written for many years, the language of the Indians is obviously not mature, there is no written and unspoken, and the oral expression also has some shortcomings.

The language itself is not mature enough, coupled with the lack of education and the lack of language classes, resulting in the language ability of the vast majority of people at a low level.

Since the rebirth of Ma Whistle, one of the intuitive experiences of daily life is that interpersonal communication is more difficult, especially when it comes to complex information. What he could have done in a minute in his previous life could now take two minutes.

This wasn't his problem, in fact his Apache language skills were pretty good, and the rest of the clan often had a harder time communicating with each other.

Over the course of a few years, Ma Whistle had become accustomed to this inefficient interpersonal communication, until he met the High Priest.

The same Apache language, which is incomprehensible and vague when it comes out of the mouth of others, is well-organized and leaky when it comes out of the mouth on a rainy day.

Ma Whistle even felt that Rainy Day might be the most proficient person in the entire Apache ethnic group.

Talking to a rainy day with the other people in the back of it was a treat.

On the other hand, the High Priest actually felt a similar way, and Ma Whistle was the most proficient Apache he had ever seen besides himself.

Finally, he doesn't have to be like a language teacher, teaching at the same time. This made him feel relieved.

"By the way, I noticed that many of the warriors of the Sleeping Bear Clan seem to be equipped with stirrups? That is, the kind of horseback riding tool used by white people. On a rainy day, the conversation changed and asked about the stirrups.

"All of them are equipped with stirrups, to be exact." The horse whistle nodded.

"This is the source of your strength?" Obviously didn't use the stirrups in person on rainy days.

"One of the sources." Ma Sentry said as he brought his own bow, "The other source is the strong bow in our hands. ”

Rainy day took the strong bow and fiddled with it for a while.

He was thin and had a gentle temperament, and he probably had no combat experience, but horseback archery was a basic skill of the Apaches, and they knew a little bit about it, regardless of whether they were men, women, or children.

Therefore, he could still perceive the extraordinariness of this bow, and then couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that there is a great craftsman in the Sleeping Bear Clan, and your wooden stirrups were also designed by him, right?" ”

"Greatness can't be talked about." Ma Whistle was a little embarrassed to say that although he was a human being in two lives, it was the first time he had been associated with the word.

"Why can't you talk about it, this bow-" The rainy day seemed to suddenly realize something, and the words in his mouth came to an abrupt end.

Then he looked at the horse whistle in disbelief: "Could it be ...... Could that be you? ”

"Exactly down there." Ma Whistle said.

The High Priest looked at him in amazement, and it took a moment to recover from his astonishment, but then, a flash of thought and hesitation flashed in his eyes.

This change in expression made Ma Whistle stunned.

He wouldn't suspect me of bragging, would he?

However, it turned out that Ma Whistle thought too much, and Rainy Day seemed to trust him very much, and did not doubt the truth of the matter at all.

"I'm not a good fighter, but I believe it's a great creation." Plucking the strong bowstring on a rainy day, "And you, without a doubt, are a great creator." ”

"It's not creation." "The white man must have mastered similar or even more advanced technology long ago," said the horse. ”

It's the truth.

He didn't know cold weapons in his previous life, let alone on the battlefield, a layman with a 100% purity bow and arrow, and the strong bow used by the Sleeping Bear Clan now, was just something he figured out by himself based on his knowledge of mechanics.

Although he has always been a little thick and thin, if he can reach the level of high-end bows and arrows in the nineteenth century, it is too much to underestimate the ancients.

Ma Whistle even suspected that the bow and arrow he designed might not even be up to the level of the Han Dynasty in China - he still knew the allusion of Li Guang shooting the tiger.

That is to say, the bow and arrow skills of the Indians are too primitive, and the bow he designed can be revealed.

Of course, it is also possible that he really inadvertently figured out some advanced technical details, but he felt that this possibility could be ignored.

"Makes sense." The high priest apparently had a relatively clear understanding of the power of the white man, "but you also created it by your own intelligence." ”

He returned the strong bow to the horse whistle, and then hesitated: "I don't know if you are willing to let the people of other clans also equip your stirrups and bows and arrows?" ”

"Of course." Ma Whistle said without hesitation, he never thought it was a matter to consider, "Not only the clan, but also our brother tribes. ”

"Even our brother peoples, the Kiowa, the Navajos, and all the Indigenous peoples who are willing to unite, they should have sharper weapons."

When I heard the news on a rainy day, I couldn't help but be a little moved.

Many of the Indians of this era were still at a loss, confused on the road to despair. But there are also many Indians who are very sober, even to the point of being tragic.

Rainy days are the latter. He hoped that the Indians would unite together, but he did not think it was possible.

But there was a peculiar firmness in Ma Whistle's words, which was beyond his imagination, and he did not know how to describe it, let alone understand it.

It made it a little difficult for him to calm down.

He let his expression calm again: "In this case, I'll trouble you." However, after yesterday's battle, the Arapahoe should not be coming back anytime soon, and we have plenty of time to equip all of our people with stirrups and bows. ”

The two talked a few more words, and left first on a rainy day.

The horse whistle returned to the crowd of the Sleeping Bear Clan, and as soon as he returned, the stone crow could not help but say, "You should not anger the Great Chief. ”

"The High Priest will help me persuade the High Chief." Ma Whistle said.

"It's not necessarily useful, and even if it does, it's hard to change the impression the Great Chief has of you." The crow sighed, "The first time he saw you, he didn't have a good impression of you. ”

The horse whistle didn't speak, he didn't really care.

After a while.

"By the way, why don't I know anything about your father?" Raven asked, "It's the one you just talked about spirits." ”