Naturally, the battle was over, and five or six hundred Arapahoe were captured, a few escaped, and the rest were corpses on the ground.

The Apaches suffered very few losses, with a total of only a hundred casualties, even if they were lightly wounded.

With such an unprecedented victory, the Apache were thrilled. And there is no doubt that the first merit of this battle can only be the horse whistle.

So when the horse whistle returned to his people with the last captive, everyone made way for him and paid his highest respects.

"I have never experienced such a great victory, and in front of you, the ferocious Arapahoe turned into a flock of panicked alpacas! Ha ha! The Grand Chief of Oak patted him on the shoulder excitedly.

The Great Chief of the tent also smiled: "I am sure that the Arapahoe people will never dare to attack again...... We can even counterattack them and make them pay for their past aggression! ”

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Many Apache people had this idea, and they shouted excitedly.

Ma Whistle won the battle, and he was originally very happy, but seeing that the clansmen were so strong in battle, he calmed down. He didn't want the war between the Indians to continue endlessly, and it was only right to unite together against the whites as soon as possible.

"Who is this person, do you know him?" He changed the subject, pointing to the captives he had brought with him.

"Of course I know, he's a crow!" The tent guard stepped forward with a smile and slapped the crow's face humiliatingly, "Long time no see, our old friend, the crow chieftain." ”

The horse whistle nodded abruptly.

Raven is a famous war chieftain of the Arapahoe people, he has heard of it before, but he did not expect to be able to capture it alive today.

"Get out of here!" The crow said angrily, but he was bound hand and foot, so he could only let the tent be humiliated.

"Remember what you did to my son?" Shou Tent sneered, "Guess how happy I was when I saw you captured alive. ”

The crow gritted his teeth and said, "You're rejoicing too soon!" Our shaman prophesied yesterday that you bastard would be bitten to death by a poisonous snake! Be careful when you sleep at night, poisonous snakes will surely burrow into your bed! ”

The tent guard's face changed slightly, and the Indians could not completely ignore the prophecy of a shaman, even if it might have been made up by the crow.

"You made it up yourself." He said, "If your shaman really received the revelation of the Great Spirit yesterday, how can you lose so badly today?" ”

The crow was speechless.

"Boom ......"

At this moment, there was a faint sound of thunder in the distant sky, and looking at the gradually dense clouds, people realized that a rain was coming.

"It's going to rain!"

"Let's hurry up, take the loot and these prisoners, and hurry back to camp."

The rain clouds were surging and soon a stream of rain was falling, and not far from the camp, the Apaches quickly cleaned up their battlefield and finally returned to their tents before the rain rained heavily.

On the way back, the horse sentry was surrounded by soldiers from the pistol unit.

All the grievances and complaints accumulated by these soldiers in the previous training process have disappeared at this moment, and only the five bodies of the instructor horse sentry are left.

"Instructor, the tactics you taught are too powerful, don't talk about frog dancing in the future, even if you train me to do a handstand, I will definitely do it!"

"That's right, whatever the instructor says, it's what it is!"

"And this revolver, those who didn't listen to it are now probably regretting it."

"Alas, my pistol is broken, I don't know if I can fix it, I should have bought an extra one." After all, the Colt revolver is still immature, and the damage rate is a bit high, especially in a fierce combat environment.

The horse whistle has learned that in the battles that have just passed, more than one person's revolver was damaged.

He thought for a moment: "When I return to the camp, I will write a brief report and tell me about the casualties, captures, and prisoners...... In addition, a damaged revolver was sent to me. ”

"Yes!"

About half an hour later.

The horse sentry sat in his tent with a dozen Colt revolvers stacked in front of him, all of which had broken down or been damaged during the battle.

He took a few rudimentary tools and tried to repair them one by one.

As a graduate of the strongest engineering college in a well-known third-tier city in China, Ma Whistle still has some metalworking internship experience during his college years, although he has long forgotten about it, but ...... Better than nothing.

Combined with his knowledge of revolvers, it is not difficult to solve a small problem.

Of course, if there is damage to a key part, the Indians basically can't fix it, only the white gunsmiths can't fix it.

And for the Indians, white gunsmiths are not easy to find, unless they are offered a very high price.

In order to repair the dozen or so revolvers, the horse whistle tossed until late at night, sweating profusely, and injured his hands in several places, before six were repaired.

The rest seemed to be something he couldn't fix.

Losing almost ten pistols in a battle, this thing is simply expendable.

It seems that it will be used more carefully in the future, and it will not be easy for the Indians to replenish weapons that are more awesome than Colt pistols.

"Boom ......"

"Whoa......

It was the dead of night in the camp, and the only sound outside was rain and thunder.

Ma Sentry felt that it was time to rest, so he put on a cowhide, hurried outside to urinate, washed his hands, and returned to the tent to sleep.

It was a rough night.

Not only because of the sound of thunderstorms, but also because of the horse's whistle, the horses also had a series of dreams, all of which were extremely distorted, filled with all kinds of strange geometric shapes, such as beehives, cobwebs, whirlpools, ...... The world is spinning, and the light is strange.

As the horse whistle gradually wakes up from his sleep, he realizes what he dreamed about – the Cruver constant.

The so-called Kluffer's constant is an illusion caused by abnormal activity in the cerebral cortex.

When such an illusion appears in a person's mind, it usually means that he is not in a normal state...... For example, fever.

That's right, the horse whistle had a fever.

He got up from the bed mat in agony, feeling only heat, dry mouth, and dizziness, which was undoubtedly a symptom of a fever.

This was the first fever since Ma Whistle was reborn, and thanks to the diet and exercise plan he had developed as soon as he was reborn, he had never had a fever in the past few years, and he had barely ever been sick, with brief colds and mouth sores rarely occurring.

Now he was stronger than ever, and he shouldn't have gotten sick.

Unless......

Remembering something, the horse whistle looked at his left arm, where there was a shallow, reddish wound inflicted by the crow he had caught alive yesterday.

At that time, he only did a simple bandage, and he didn't pay attention afterwards, and he repaired the revolver last night, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the wound.

I didn't expect it to be such an oversight, coupled with the rain......

All in all, his wounds seemed to be infected.