The expressions of everyone present changed, and they looked in the direction where the spear was fired, and then saw the horse whistle that was staggering in the rain.

"What are you going to do?" The tent guards were frightened by the spear.

"Of course, I want you not to kill the captives...... "The horse whistle staggered over, picked up his spear again and put it on the ground, so as not to fall into the mud.

"Boom ......"

The atmosphere was solemn, no one was taking place, and only the sound of thunder and rain filled the air.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Ma Whistle felt as if his forehead was smoking, as if the rain had been evaporated by his feverish body temperature.

The high fever was severe, and he ran out in the rain again, and he was very weak at this time.

He even felt the cells in his body working against his brain, trying to get him to lie down.

The horse whistle leaned on his spear and said slowly in a tone that seemed to be his last words: "You should know what I have been thinking all along...... Although I have never shown mercy on the battlefield, at all times I always want the Aborigines to unite, as Tecumseh originally advocated. ”

"For more than 300 years, indigenous people have lost nine-tenths of their population. It is not so much that we are descendants of our ancestors, but that we are the wreckage of our ancestors. ”

"We must concentrate the remnants as quickly as possible, whether it's the Apaches, the Navajos, the Arapajos, the Cheyenne...... We can always tell each other, but white people and the plague will never distinguish us. ”

"What we really need is ...... Survive. ”

Ma Whistle gasped for a while, and could only clench his spear harder: "On the battlefield yesterday, we have completed our revenge, and now it's time to reconcile...... Look at our former enemies, the Arapahos, who have the same skin color as us. 10,000 years ago, the two races must have been brothers. ”

In fact, strictly speaking, all peoples can be traced back to a common ancestor.

But it is clear that this is not the time to talk about the great unity of all mankind, and the Indians of today should not be the initiators of the great unity of mankind.

Only the victor is qualified to be this initiative.

In the nineteenth century, whites might have had the qualification, but sadly, they were still immersed in the thrill of conquering cities, and the colonial world was in full swing. Or maybe they're not the real winners, and the real winners are still asleep.

There is only one thing for the Indians to do now, and that is to desperately grab the wheel of history before being crushed, and then climb into the car and get a place.

Ma Whistle's words moved some people, but many others were unimpressed.

If it was not Ma Whistle who said this, but someone else, it is estimated that he would have been blown away a long time ago, and he might even be regarded as a traitor.

That is, Ma Whistle, as a hero who has just led his people to a legendary victory, most people are at least willing to listen to him finish.

Even so, there were people who were extremely unhappy with his remarks.

"Are you stopping my revenge?" The tent guard gasped, of course he wasn't sick, but the anger made him gasp just as violently, and he felt that the horse whistle was deliberately working against him.

"I'm not targeting you, Great Chief...... I also prevented my own revenge. Ma Sentry felt that the contradiction between himself and guarding the tent seemed irreconcilable, "You know, my father also died in the battle against the Arapahoe. ”

"I don't care!" "Today I'm going to kill the crows, and all the Arapaho people here!" ”

Ma Whistle was silent for a while, and finally said, "Then I can only choose to stop you." ”

The tent was almost fainted, and the rain entered the lungs with wheezing, making him cough violently: "You! Ahem - ahem! ”

He finally became furious and directly instructed the clansmen behind him: "Kill him for me!" ”

The people of the clan suddenly panicked, at a loss, and talked about it.

"The Great Chief wants to kill the War Chief?"

"What should we do, should we obey orders......

"No, I'm definitely not going to kill Mr. Ma Whistle!"

The vast majority of the Apache of the Plains tribes were members of pistol units and literacy classes, with horse sentry as their instructors, teachers, and best commanders.

After yesterday's epic victory, the horse whistle held a higher place in their hearts than the Great Chief.

Seeing that the clansmen did not move for a long time, the tent guard became even more angry: "What are you doing, I order you to kill the horse sentry, kill this traitor, he is no longer the war chief of the plains tribe!" Kill him! ”

The Oak Chief of the Chirikawa tribe hurriedly came over and persuaded: "Stay in the tent, don't be so impulsive. It's just some Arapahoe captives, why should we kill each other for it. ”

"yes, that's too much." The great chiefs of the Mescaliro and Jicarilla tribes also came to persuade them.

But the tent guards could no longer hear the persuasion, and shouted tremblingly: "I have the final say in the plain tribe, kill him for me!" Immediately! ”

Seeing this, Ma Sentry knew that he had no way to retreat, so he immediately took a deep breath and flipped the spear, and the hilt of the spear slammed into the ground!

Approximate coincidence.

The moment his spear struck the ground, an unprecedented thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Boom ——!!"

This thunder seemed to tear the heavens, and the momentum was several times greater than before, accompanied by dazzling lightning, and everyone present was shocked.

And, for the next half a minute, the sky was filled with violent thunder, and terrifying thunder swept across the dome.

Seeing this scene, not to mention the other Indians, even Ma Sentry himself couldn't help but have a trace of doubt: could there really be a transcendent being secretly helping him......

But the horse whistle did not hesitate to do so.

As the spear hit the ground, his resolute and even fierce cry poured into everyone's ears along with the thunder in the sky: "If anyone is killed today, I will be among them!" ”

At this time, he did have a little determination to die - the increasing high fever made him worry that today might be the end of his life.

If this is the case, he is absolutely unwilling, after all, he has not changed the fate of the Indians.

So he decided to stop the slaughter no matter what, and he didn't want to die as an Apache Warlord who had defeated the Arapahoe.

After the words fell, there was no sound in everyone's ears except the roar of thunder.

"Boom—"

Everyone was shocked, both because of the thunder in the sky and because of the crazy declaration of the horse whistle.

Thousands of people had gathered around, and among the thousands of people, the most shocking was neither the tent guarding nor the rainy day, but the crow standing behind the horse whistle.

In fact, the crow's mind was empty, and only the sight in front of him remained.

Of course he knew the horse, and it was this man who had captured him alive yesterday.

He never imagined that a day later, the young warlord who had captured him alive would make such a move, defending the captured Arapahoe with a spear in hand in a thunderstorm.

"Boom—"

The sky was still thunderous, and the bright electric light shone down, as if to freeze the scene in front of you.

The crow stared at the horse sentry, the chief of the Apache War standing between him and the tent.

He knew that this majestic figure, which seemed to be the embodiment of thunder, would forever be imprinted in the hearts of himself and all the captives of Arapaho, indelible.