The problem lies in this "woo-woo," a slogan that many Indians like to shout, to express certain emotions.

The voice was rapid and high-pitched, and it sounded quite intimidating, but when there were more people, it brought more of a noisy feeling.

Ma Whistle felt that it should be changed.

"Warriors, I'll teach you a slogan." He told the soldiers to regroup and stand, then said.

"The slogan is - Ulla!"

True, Ma Whistle decided to change the clansman's "woo" to "ula", which sounds a bit similar, but the latter is obviously easier to shout in unison, and the pronunciation is more intense, which is more likely to be a deterrent.

Russians like to shout this slogan, but in fact it is not only Russians, many peoples throughout history have similar slogans.

In fact, Ma Whistle thinks it may have been a habit that has been passed down millions of years ago, after all, he has always found that the rapid "whine" sounds a bit like a monkey's call.

"U-La!" He demonstrated it again for the fighters and asked them to shout together.

"U-La!"

After a few repetitions, everyone knows how to shout, and they know how to keep the rhythm and match everyone else as much as possible.

"Ulla!" Two hundred people shouted at the same time, making a thunderous cry, and the momentum was terrifying.

"Let's do it again, and add this slogan." The horse whistle said, and after a while, he blew the trumpet again and led the crowd to charge.

Sure enough, the neat and uniform cavalry wall and the uniform sound of "Ula" pushed the momentum of the team to a new peak, like a torrent.

Time goes by.

Ma Sentry was busy teaching and training every day, and it was quite satisfying to watch the more and more literate clansmen, and to see the momentum of the pistol cavalry getting better day by day.

Although he sometimes longed for the war that would bring him prestige, this kind of stable and fulfilling life was not repulsive.

But there will be a day when peace breaks, and often in unexpected ways.

"That's the end of this class, let's take a break, and we'll talk a little bit about American history in the next class." The horse whistle announced, putting down the chalk as usual and turning to leave.

Most of the students started the card duel in the first place, and in fact, this game is the reason why many people attend literacy classes.

But a few of the trainees ran away and hurriedly got into a tent in the distance, looking at the horse whistle with a puzzled face.

"What did they do?" Ma Whistle couldn't help but ask the student next to him.

"Hehe, don't you know, teacher?" A student had a lewd look on his face.

“？” The horse whistle is even more inexplicable.

"Let's go, teacher, we'll take you." A few students coaxed, "There's a good health over there, it's more exciting than a dueling card!" ”

Curious, the horse whistle followed the men to the tent.

But soon he frowned.

"Don't—please! Don't! "The screams of women in pain and despair could be heard from inside the tent, speaking in English.

At this time, someone explained: "The bald head robbed a group of white farmers out of nowhere, and got a beautiful white woman, and everyone is queuing!" Ha ha! ”

The Midwest is deserted, and white civilians are rarely seen here due to the concentration of Indians, but there are still some.

So just as whites treat Indians, Indians often use the most brutal methods against whites, and no one distinguishes between military and civilians.

The man directly cuts his scalp.

As for women, of course, they first "make the best use of things", and then they also cut their scalps.

"But if you go, teacher, they will definitely let you come first!"

"Hahaha!"

The students were still laughing and coaxing, not realizing that Ma Whistle's face was already gloomy and watery.

"Whew—" He stepped forward and lifted the tent.

The sunlight shone into the dimly lit tent, and the scene inside was as described by the trainees, with a white woman lying naked on the ground, a dozen men surrounding her.

"Please...... the woman was already covered in bruises, and even had her nipples bitten off, and she was still begging bitterly.

The men in the tent didn't understand her language and didn't care, some of them were whipping and abusing her, some were doing needlework, some were waiting in line for their moment.

"Mr. Ma Whistle!"

"Let's go, our war chieftain is here!"

The next scene was also described by the students, many people saw the horse whistle coming in and expressed their willingness to give up their seats and let him enjoy it first.

At work was a short, bald man - his baldness was not the result of his head, but half of his scalp had been stripped away, and the terrible scar had replaced his hair forever.

He's bald.

When the bald head saw the horse whistle, his movements couldn't help but stagnate, and his expression was a little embarrassed and hesitant: "Well, that...... Do you need me to let me? ”

Ma Whistle was silent for a while: "No need. ”

"Hah, thank you so much." The bald head looked happy, and hurriedly accelerated his movements, striving to finish the matter as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ma Sentry suddenly took out the revolver from his waist and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

With a single gunshot, the woman's screams came to an abrupt end, and a bullet ran out of kinetic energy in her skull, ending her pain at the same time.

Everyone was shocked and dazed, and looked at the horse whistle in a daze.

The horse whistle is also in mixed moods.

In the minute or so that had passed, many thoughts had crossed his mind.

His first thought was to save the victims, but he soon realized that he had no reason to do so, and the Indians would not spare the white captives.

Humanitarianism, even in the future more than a hundred years later, is only a few countries willing to comply with it in practice, and often it is not strict.

Not to mention at the moment, killing the whole village or arresting them as slaves is the consensus on treating the enemy. Humanitarianism is either a professor who lectures to students on campus or a member of parliament who attacks political opponents.

Ma Whistle had no reason for his people to spare a white man, but as a 21st century Chinese deeply influenced by education, he could not bear such an atrocity in front of his eyes.

So he finally chose to shoot in order to end the suffering of this white woman early.

After a brief silence.

The bald head angrily put on his clothes and said, "What are you doing, she is my trophy, why are you killing her!" ”

He was furious, and walked a few steps to the horse, as if to teach the horse a lesson.

But he didn't have the guts after all, and Ma Whistle gave him a cold look, and he suppressed his anger, but asked again, "What do you mean?" Why kill my booty, I'm even willing to let you enjoy her first! ”

Ma Sentry had no intention of explaining, sighed, and turned to leave.

Looking at his departing back, the bald head stomped his feet hatefully: "Neurotic! ”