Everyone was silent for a long time, and they all looked at the thunderous figure in the middle in a daze. In the past half minute, many people believe that what is in front of them is a miracle.

Heaven has proclaimed justice with brilliant lightning.

The tent guard's face changed, and he turned his head to look at his people, and from their eyes, he was sure that no one would obey his orders.

He looked at the horse whistle again, and his right hand holding the knife was tense and loose, showing hesitation and nervousness.

There is no doubt that the horse whistle is now very sick, wobbly, and threatens to fall at any moment.

But guarding the tent still didn't dare to do it himself, after all, this guy's physique was really a bit scary, and once he did it, the clansmen behind him might rebel directly, at least some of them would definitely rebel.

Moreover, no one could turn a blind eye to the amazing thunder scene just now, and the tent guard was also a little worried about whether it would offend the gods.

Therefore, after hesitating for a while, the tent guard could only snort in humiliation, threw down the knife, and turned to leave: "Hmph! ”

Ma Whistle breathed a sigh of relief, which almost made him faint, and quickly clenched his spear again, turning to look at the crow: "You...... Remember me. ”

"Yes." The crow bowed his head.

Ma Sentry nodded: "If you agree to two conditions for me, I can let you go." ”

"On what terms?"

Ma Whistle gasped weakly for a moment and continued: "The first condition, from now on, the Arapahoe people will never invade any indigenous tribe again, and will never provoke a war against other indigenous tribes again. ”

“…… The second condition, as I said earlier, is that the indigenous people should be united, and when you go back, you will have to make my voice heard to all the Arapaho people. I made the first to let go of hatred, and I hope you're next. ”

The raven said, "I can promise, but I am not alone in the Arapahoe people......"

"It's okay." The whistle's voice was still weakly calm, but the next words made the crow frightened, "I can let you go, and I can let you back...... If you don't want to let go of your hatred after all, I will let you lay down your life. ”

The crow remembered the fear of being crushed on the battlefield yesterday, and hurriedly said, "You are an awesome hero. I swear by my life and glory that I will do everything in my power to keep all the Arapaho people in compliance with your terms! ”

Ma Sentry didn't say anything more, and cut a few ropes: "Let's go......"

Many Arapaho people were stunned for a moment, then reacted, quickly untied each other's ropes, and left one after another in the rain.

Many people thanked the horse whistle in the Arapahoe language, and although the horse whistle could not understand it, it could roughly guess the meaning.

"Thank you for your kindness." Finally, the crow bowed solemnly, and then left the Apache camp as well.

The horse whistle finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then as soon as it was dark, he lost consciousness and fell into the rain with a "plop".

"Teacher!"

"Instructor!"

……

I don't know how long it was, maybe it was three hours, it could be three days.

By the time the horse whistle awoke from his coma, the thunderstorm had long since ended, the sky was clear, and the bright sunlight was scrambling through all the holes and crevices.

And it seems to be quiet outside.

It was unusual, at least in the memory of the horse whistle, for months, it had never been so quiet outside, except in the middle of the night.

It's like a different place.

Damn, Lao Tzu won't be reborn again, will he?

The horse whistle hurriedly rolled over and shook his head vigorously, and his senses gradually returned to their former sharpness.

He was still a little dizzy, and he couldn't even remember what happened before he fell unconscious, until he saw the wound on his left arm, and he suddenly remembered a lot.

By the way, the wound is infected, there is a high fever, and the matter of the captives of Arapaho......

Compared with before the coma, his wound was much better, at least it was no longer red, swollen and pus, and the high fever naturally faded. It seems that inside his body, the immune system has declared the ultimate victory.

Aside from hunger, the horse whistle now doesn't feel any discomfort.

"Teacher, you're awake!" At this time, the hunting rat came in from the outside and was pleasantly surprised.

"Well, just woke up." Ma Whistle pulled out a bag of beef jerky and said as he nibbled, "How long have I been unconscious?" ”

"Two days." The mouse-hunting said, "There's a barbecue outside, so let's come and eat with us." ”

Ma Sentry immediately put down the beef jerky, got up and followed the rat hunter out of the tent. Although he has long been tired of eating barbecue, it is better than gnawing on jerky anyway.

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"This ......"

The horse whistle blinked, and looked at the camp in amazement.

Empty camp.

In the past, there were hundreds of large and small conical tents in the Apache camp, as well as a large number of war horses and people walking around.

However, at this moment, only one-tenth of the tents in the camp remained, and about one-tenth of the personnel, horses, and miscellaneous items were correspondingly left.

No wonder he first woke up and felt so quiet outside, it turned out that everyone was almost gone.

"When the war is over, of course people will return to their respective clans." The stone crow came from not far away and handed over a roast beef leg very intimately.

"I see." The horse whistle nodded knowingly.

The basic unit of the Indians was the clan, and in times of war, warriors would respond to the call of the tribe or tribal alliance to leave the clan and gather at the front line.

And once peace is restored, people will return to their clans and live with their relatives and friends.

In the previous battle, the horse whistle had inflicted heavy losses on the Arapaho people, and the ravens had promised to keep the peace, and the war was undoubtedly over.

The horse whistle nibbled on a cow's leg as he walked towards the crowd gathered around the campfire.

"What about you, why don't you go back to your clan?" He asked, there were still about a hundred people left in the camp at this time, all of them acquaintances.

"We're going to follow you, Mr. Whistle." The long stick stood up and said earnestly.

"That's right, Instructor, let's join Sleeping Bear with our clan!" Duguan also stood up and said, he is a one-eyed dragon, but he is excellent in bow and arrows and marksmanship.

Ma Whistle was a little moved, and he was silent for a while: "Thank you for your trust...... But I also want you to seriously consider that there may be some risks in following me, and you know that I have always regarded the American colonists as the number one enemy. ”

"Whites are the first enemy, and it's because we think so that we follow the instructors!" Steppenwolf shouted, wearing a wooden crown on his head, proving that he was the new Yu-Gi-Oh.

"Teacher, only you can lead us to defeat the white people!"

The stone crow smiled and patted Ma Whistle's shoulder: "I have already talked to them, and the people who stay here firmly trust you, and they are all willing to join us with their entire clans." ”

"Actually, not only them, there are many people who also want to follow you, but those people can't call the shots for the time being, and they must go back and discuss with the clan before they can make a decision."