The white woman's affair caused some waves, and no one could understand the idea of a horse whistle.

To the vast majority of Apache people, the nature of the horse's actions was clear – the destruction of other people's property, and there seemed to be no reason for it.

In fact, it's easy for Ma Whistle to calm things down.

As long as he, in the name of a shaman, claimed that he had received a revelation from the Great Spirit that killing the white woman would save him a catastrophe, no one cared about it at once.

But as before, he didn't say so, having an instinctive resistance to the strange gods, so he had to go to the Great Chief of the Tent and the Great Chief of Oak. The tent keeper was his boss, and Oak was the bald boss, so it was up to the two men to ask the horse the whistle why.

"Why did you do that?" Shou asked, frowning.

Under the mediation of a rainy day, the relationship between the chief of the tent and the horse whistle improved, but this incident deepened his dissatisfaction with the horse whistle.

The Great Chief of Oak also looked at the horse whistle, waiting for his answer.

"Rape and abuse are not what a fighter should do...... I just want to give her a good time. Ma Whistle said.

"She's white." Guarding the tent interrupted him, "How can you defend the whites?" ”

Oak had a better attitude, and said slowly: "That's how white people treat us, and the sister of one of my wives had the same experience, she was abused to death by white soldiers...... We should do the same with whites, and that's fair, isn't it. ”

Ma Whistle really didn't know what to say, on the one hand, he knew that it was almost impossible to convince his people, or any nation or country of this era, on this issue, and on the other hand, because he himself could not think of a good enough reason.

According to his mindset, in order to convince a person to do something, the value of the thing must be articulated.

And Ma Whistle will not talk about some ethereal things, such as "the reason why human beings are human" or something, he always wants to explain the value of reality, just like physics, clear and concrete.

What, then, is the value of not harming white civilians and captives?

So that whites don't hurt their own civilians and captives either? In order to occupy the moral high ground? Or to make whites less desperate when fighting the Indians - as prisoners anyway?

For the Indians at that time, these reasons were not convincing, and most people could not even understand the logical relationship.

"Isn't one shot enough to kill her? Abuse to death, what is the difference between us and white people. After all, the horse whistle could not come up with a reason sufficient to convince the Indians.

"How is there no difference?" "While it's all killing and abuse, it's not the same thing that whites are aggression and we're revenge," Oak said. ”

The tent guard added: "We cannot be merciful to the enemy, there is no doubt about it!" ”

"The integrity of the horse whistle is as innate, as is his strength, and I think it's just a small mistake, and I'm willing to compensate him for the bald head, Grand Chief Oak." ”

"There's no need for compensation, it's just a white man who is about to die, and the bald head has nothing to lose." Oak waved his hand, "I also understand the horse whistle, any thirteen-year-old boy can be somewhat naïve, even a genius like him. ”

Guarding the tent and looking at the horse sentry: "I hope you don't make the same mistake again in the future, you are now the war chief of the plains tribe." ”

"I understand." The horse sentry nodded.

After a while, he left the Great Chief's tent, followed by Rainy Day, and asked, "Frankly, I'm a little strange, why did you behave like that?" Although I know you have a lot of integrity, it's still a bit ......"

Ma Whistle was silent for a moment, then patted Rainy Sky on the shoulder: "Like you said, innate." ”

After a few days, people forgot about it.

After all, for the Apaches, it was just a white captive.

The life of the horse whistle has also returned to its former rhythm, and every day it is either in the classroom of literacy or in the pistol unit training.

It's October.

The Arapaho, the great enemy of the north, has so far not moved, almost making the Apache think that they have retreated to the Colorado Plateau and will never come out again.

But the Arapahoe were the Arapahoe after all, the most belligerent of all the Indian tribes, and they would not have given up on their plans to go south because of a small defeat.

So on this day, just as the Apache people in the camp were enjoying the cool autumn breeze, the clouds of war were again rising from the northern plateau.

"The Arapahos are coming!"

Several wounded cavalrymen returned to the camp, and they were the clansmen in charge of patrolling.

At this moment, they looked embarrassed, all wounded, and one was unconscious on horseback.

"How many of them are there?" Grand Chief Oak asked.

"Maybe a thousand." The messenger at the head was panting, his face was pale, and he had an arrow stuck in his arm, and blood flowed, "This is a big battle. ”

A thousand Arapaho!

Anyone who hears this number is discolored.

After all, the Arapahoe people are already strong in combat, and their numbers are about the same as their total strength, which makes people shudder to think about it.

After months of silence for the Arapahoe, the big one is finally coming.

However, the Apache were not cowardly in their stalemate with the Arapaho until now, so they did not hesitate and immediately prepared for battle.

A thousand Apache mounted their horses, armed with bows and arrows, battle axes, wooden shields, and guns, and awaited their approaching archenemy.

"Didi-" Ma Whistle's distinctive whistle resounded through the camp, and now he naturally blew the rallying horn, or assembly whistle.

The soldiers he had trained rallied and lined up at breakneck speed, standing at the front of all the Apache warriors.

They looked distinctive, with strange weapons and neat formations that contrasted sharply with the rest of the more scattered tribesmen.

"Remember what I taught you?" The horse sentry looked at the two hundred pistols, "Now is the time for the test!" ”

He had no doubts about the combat effectiveness of this unit.

"Ulla!" The soldiers shouted in unison.

The pistol unit of two hundred men, each armed with a Colt revolver and a bayonet, was neatly lined up in a horizontal formation, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

Although the other clansmen had long known the unique slogan of the pistol unit, they could not help but be shocked by the sound of this huge wave of shouts on the battlefield.

Soon, a group of figures appeared on the plain ahead, and they came on horseback, and the earth trembled slightly as they advanced.

The distance between the two sides quickly shortened, and in a short time it was less than a kilometer.

At this moment, the horse whistle blew the charge whistle.