"There are four clans that have now decided to join us." As he spoke, the crow reached for a scroll from his waist and opened it to reveal a map. The map shows an area of several hundred kilometers in the vicinity, and the locations of many Indian clans are marked.

He pointed to the map and continued, "When we return, we can follow this route, and we can pass through these four clans, and then take their people with us and return to Sleeping Bear together. ”

Ma Sentry took a look, the route pointed by the stone crow was almost the route when the Sleeping Bear Clan came, but it was only a slight detour, if everything went well, it should be able to return to the Sleeping Bear Clan in half a month at most.

"What do you think?"

Ma Whistle nodded: "Let's go, let's get ready, and we will officially set off tomorrow." ”

Then he suddenly remembered something, and hesitated slightly: "By the way, what about a rainy day, what did he say?" ”

In the past few months, he has been with the rainy days the most, and he has also been the most connected. If he could, he would like to join the Sleeping Bear Clan on a rainy day.

"After all, he is the high priest of the tribe, of course he went back with the big chief." "But before he left, he told me that he had instructed the people who delivered the newspaper to deliver it to the Sleeping Bear Clan in the future. ”

Ma Sentry nodded, but didn't say anything.

After a day of preparation, under his leadership, the group left the camp and set out for the east with a group of ninety-eight people.

"This trip was really unexpected." Walking on the road, Shi Yao sighed again, he glanced back at the team behind him, "I was worried that there would be fewer people, but I didn't expect there to be so many." ”

"Not much. Counting their clansmen, the four clans have a maximum of six or seven hundred people, plus ourselves, a total of less than a thousand. Ma Whistle said.

In his previous life, he grew up in China, which is the most populous country, and Ma Whistle's concept of population is naturally deep-rooted in the Chinese style.

Eight or nine hundred people, that is, the level of a village in China, and it is not a big village, what kind of people are it.

"That's not much?" Of course, the crows and other Indians would not think so, "With their joining, we may be the largest clan." ”

"What's more, there will definitely be other clans joining in the future, I'm afraid that in a few years, the population of the Sleeping Bear Clan will reach a terrifying number, for example-" He thought for a moment, and finally thought of a number that he thought was staggering enough, "Three thousand!" ”

"......" looked at the stone crow who excitedly stretched out three fingers, and the horse whistle was speechless for a while.

"Strange, why do you still think it's not a lot, it's three thousand, I've never seen so many people in my life." The crow spoke.

After a while, he shifted gears: "There is no doubt that people trust you. With so many people, how are you going to manage them? ”

"First of all, we need to settle." Ma Whistle said.

Many Indian clans, including the Sleeping Bear Clan, were nomadic hunters, often chasing herds of bison back and forth.

The Sleeping Bear Clan is quite good, located in the middle of the United States, the climate is relatively mild, and the nearby bison herd is still thriving, so the settlement is relatively stable, and it has not moved far in recent years.

But in order to develop industry and agriculture, this semi-settled state is obviously not enough, and there must be a long-term settlement.

"Settle? What if the bison herd moves farther away? Shi Yao couldn't help asking, this is also a question from many clansmen.

"So we're going to have to do agriculture as well." Ma Whistle said, then looked back, "Clods, I remember you have experience growing wheat, right?" ”

The round-faced young man known as the clod was a Navajo man, and the Navajo and the Apache were closely related, and the language was Apache and it was common for them to mingle.

Tud nodded in response, "The Navajo Clan I was in the beginning grew wheat, and then joined the current clan to hunt bison together. ”

"In the future, we will eat more from the ground, and we will not rely only on bison." Ma Whistle said.

The North American bison is difficult to domesticate, and the bison is the staple food, which is no different from sitting on the mountain and eating the empty mountain. He knew that in the 21st century, bison would become a protected animal.

As a result of the Indians' dependence on bison, they became endangered along with bison, and it was imperative to develop agriculture and animal husbandry.

While riding forward, everyone talked about the future development plan of the clan, and unconsciously came to a small river, surrounded by a lot of grass and trees.

"Shhhh

At this moment, the black blade under the horse's crotch suddenly let out a neighing and stopped in place.

"What's wrong?" The horse whistle leaned over and patted the black front, trying to understand its thoughts.

"Hiss-" Black Blade slowly walked a few steps to a thick bush, then stopped again, and let out a loud cry.

Everyone looked at each other.

The horse whistle looked at the bushes in front of him and frowned.

Is there something in it?

The horse's sense of smell was still very sensitive, at least certainly much more sensitive than that of a human, so although he didn't feel anything, he had reason to believe that something might be hiding in the bushes.

He immediately turned over and dismounted, and while grabbing the dagger, he carefully groped for the bushes.

However, as soon as he moved, he saw the bushes shake for a while, and then suddenly burst out of them the girl's cries of collapse: "Wow - help! ”

Immediately, the white girl, dressed in a beautiful white dress but in rags, staggered out of the bushes like a panicked deer.

She didn't take a few steps before she fell flat and threw herself on the ground.

"Daddy, Mommy, woo woo woo ......" she continued to cry as she struggled to get up, her face covered with mud mixed with tears and snot, looking ashen and bloodstained.

The girl got up, but unfortunately there was a river in front of her, and a group of Indians with loaded guns behind her, but there was no way to escape, but she could only stand pitifully by the river, crying and looking left and right.

Someone pointed a gun at her.

Ma Whistle hurriedly raised his hand and signaled: "She's just a child, don't hurt her." ”

The clansman put the gun down, he walked up to the girl, organized the language, and said in English, "Are you okay?" ”

"Woo woo woo...... the girl didn't speak, still wiping her tears.

"We're good people." Ma Whistle is limited by his English proficiency and can only say this kind of conversation that sounds a little retarded.

"Good...... Good? The girl's fear seemed to ease somewhat, and she looked up at the horse whistle in front of her, and felt that he did look like a good man, or rather a handsome person.

"That's right, we won't hurt you." The sentry nodded, and then asked, "What's your name?" ”

"I ...... My name is Millie. The girl said in a slightly sobbing voice, she looked eleven or twelve years old, and although she had a gray face, her moist eyes were bright.

"What about your parents, why are you hiding there?" The sentry didn't remember what the bush should say, so he pointed his finger.

Millie hesitated for a moment, and finally seemed to have made up her mind: "You're a good person...... Can you save my mom and dad? They, they're over there. ”