With revolvers, iron knives, iron stirrups, and other equipment in place, Ma Whistle felt that the Apaches could try some high-end operations.

He had already thought of a set of tactics in his mind that would be more suitable for the current situation, and all he had to do now was to train his people to master it.

So on this morning, the horse sentry gathered all the people armed with revolvers.

There were about two hundred of them, mainly from the plains tribes, and some from other tribes, who were persuaded by the horse whistle to buy expensive revolvers, and naturally they were willing to be called over.

Two hundred men on war horses gathered in the open field and formed a loose phalanx.

Standing in front of the crowd, the sentry shouted, "Those who pass the literacy test come out of the queue!" ”

Fifteen men drove forward, and as their language teacher, Ma Whistle knew them.

"I will divide the two hundred people into fifteen squads, called 'Shi', and you will serve as the 'Shi Chief', each leading twelve people, and the rest will be directly led by me." Ma Whistle said.

As soon as the words fell, the crowd suddenly became a little commotion.

"Why do they serve as 'chiefs'?"

"That hairy boy only has a feather on his head, why should he be a 'chief'......"

Nowadays, most of them are young people, at most twenty-five or sixteen years old, and most of these young people have no military exploits and find it difficult to convince the public.

Therefore, after learning of this arrangement, people could not help but talk about it for a while, expressing dissatisfaction.

Ma Whistle frowned: "If you want to be a leader, you must be literate - first see whether you are literate or not, and then compare the level of combat achievements!" ”

"The text that the High Priest and I have created is simple and easy to understand, and anyone can take the course, it is not difficult to learn it, you can all do it."

The voices of the crowd were a little quieter, but they were still talking and talking to each other.

There is no way, the organization and discipline of the Indians is at this level. Strictly speaking, these people cannot be called an army at all, only a group of warriors.

"If any of you are unhappy with my arrangement, you can challenge me according to the tradition of dueling, and I will accept your challenge." That's all the horse whistle can say.

Like all things, discipline cannot be traced back indefinitely, and the original discipline must come from non-disciplined things, such as violence.

Now the people are finally quiet.

It may not be easy to understand discipline, but it is human instinct to understand the majesty of power. Looking at such a burly horse whistle, no one thinks that they have the confidence to win.

Ma Whistle's height is still growing, although there is no reliable metric ruler, but he can basically be sure that his height is already about one meter eight, almost the tallest person in the entire camp, muscular and developed, coupled with the equally tall and powerful war horse Hei Feng under his crotch, so that anyone has to look up in front of him.

The nine eagle feathers proved that his astonishing size was not in vain, and no one dared to question the strength of this young man.

"From now on, no one is allowed to talk to each other unless I give permission." Ma said as he pondered how to shape the discipline of the warriors more deeply in the future.

"You leaders should also understand that you are becoming leaders today because you learned the language earlier than others. When they also learn to write, and you still have no outstanding merits, I will change the chief. He added, "Understand? ”

"Hmm." The elders nodded.

"Reply to me 'Understood,' not 'um.'" The horse sentry recalls the impression of the army.

"Hmm...... Got it. ”

"Warchief, I have a question...... at this time, a teenager said hesitantly.

"What's the problem?"

"Why is it called 'Shi', but there are twelve of them?"

Horse whistle: "......"

In fact, he also thought about using more modern formations such as squads, platoons, companies, and battalions, but there were no similar concepts in the language and concepts of the Apaches, and there were not many of them.

So he had to imitate ancient China and use a concept that could be translated as "shi".

Then the horse sentry began to divide the ranks and register them, forming a rudimentary army establishment and rules and regulations.

In the next few days, his main job was to make the 200 people initially adapt to the model of the army, let them know how to reply to their superiors, and let them gradually form the concept of "army" in their minds.

Then there is the adaptation to the firing process of the revolver.

In addition to the army, he and Rainy Days also took on more onerous teaching tasks.

After all, "first look at whether you are literate or not, and then look at the level of military achievements" is what he said personally, and those clansmen who have military merits and are unwilling to be ordinary soldiers have joined the ranks of learning words.

There are also a bunch of people who follow the trend to watch the excitement.

As a result, the number of students has directly increased to more than 150 people, and the level is uneven, which can make the two teachers worried.

Ma Whistle also wants to popularize some science and engineering knowledge for students that is almost at the level of the second grade of primary school, which is of course more of a headache.

To do this, they had to select a few high-achieving literacy graduates to serve as teaching assistants and share part of the teaching tasks.

After a few days, the teaching work stabilized, and the 200 members of the pistol unit barely looked like soldiers, probably about the same as the middle school students during military training.

"That's it for the morning class." The horse whistle put down the chalk and walked away from the blackboard.

The blackboard was handmade by him, and the wooden boards were painted and very simple.

There were two of them, erected in the open air in the middle of the camp, and in the rain they were put into tents because of the poor quality of the paint. The two blackboards are used for teaching, announcements, and duel cards.

"Long stick, you are in charge of the afternoon class, remember to spot check the recitation of multiplication formulas." The horse whistle admonished again.

"Okay." The long stick replied, looking like a class representative or a study committee member in later generations.

After the class, some of the students happily started the card game.

The other part sighed and left the class with the horse sentry, they were members of the pistol unit and had to participate in the military training of Teacher Ma.

The two hundred pistol troops were once again assembled in the open space, their queue was much more neat than a few days ago, and there was a bit of seriousness and tension in the ranks.

The sentry paced on horseback, watching them and nodding his head secretly.

It should be time to start training on tactics.

"You've all felt the effects of stirrups." He said slowly, "With this simple accessory, we can control the war horse more easily. ”

"But it does much more than that, and from today onwards I will train you to make better use of the stirrups and, of course, our new weapon, the Colt revolver."

"The first training we're going to do is charge, to be precise, collective charge."