The two talked for a while, and remembered something on a rainy day: "By the way, what did the messenger of the big chief who guarded the tent tell you?" ”

"He said that he was unwell in guarding the tent and wanted to use my medical skills, and he wanted to reconcile with me and restore my position as a war chief," said Ma Whistle. ”

The rainy day was silent for two seconds, and nodded slightly: "Fortunately, you brought the army over." ”

"So it's all fake?"

Rainy day smiled: "Of course it's fake, it doesn't sound very reliable, the warlord in peacetime, hehe." ”

“…… But that's a good thing, since the envoy said so, then you are now the current War Chief, the priority heir to the position of Great Chief. Traditionally, only the High Priest can compete with you for the position of High Chief, rightly so. ”

Ma Whistle asked, "Have you ever thought about being a big chief?" ”

Rainy day: "If I were forty years old and I didn't have you, I might have a fight with the deerhand." ”

"Of course, even then, I'm probably going to lose - look at my arms, they're almost half the thickness of yours, and no one believes I can lead the Apaches." He pointed to his own arm, and then to the arm of the horse.

The figure on a rainy day is actually not thin, it is basically the level of ordinary people, and the height is higher than that of ordinary people.

But everything is afraid of comparison.

The horse whistle now looks about the same size as Captain America in the movie, and the momentum of development has not completely stopped.

Standing with such a horse sentry, he felt like he couldn't help but feel weak.

As a brave and warlike people, the Apache have a natural and strong yearning for a strong leader, and it is indeed difficult for a person of mediocre stature to become a great chief on a rainy day.

In fact, not to mention the Apaches, even in the United States, and even in the United States in the 21st century, there is also a clear positive correlation between body size and election victory rate, and the older the person, the easier it is to be elected president.

The worship of tall leaders is an instinct deeply ingrained in human genes. This may not change from the birth of the first Australopithecus leader until the demise of human civilization.

The majestic physique of Ma Whistle in this life is simply a natural leader template.

The two talked for a while, and then entered the tribe with the army, which naturally caused a commotion, and even almost turned into chaos.

"Who are they?"

"Is it the aggressor?" The horses and soldiers' weapons and fancy costumes blew up the tribe's Apaches.

Rainy day hurriedly shouted: "They are the brothers of the Sleeping Bear Clan, don't be nervous!" ”

"The Sleeping Bear Clan?"

"It's the Horse Sentry Battle Chief, and it's indeed the brother of the Sleeping Bear Clan!" Those who had participated in the Battle of Arapahoe quickly recognized the horse sentry.

"How did they come, come to the funeral? But why are there so many people and weapons......"

"These clothes look so weird, like white people's clothes." People point to the uniforms of the Sleeping Bears' army.

In the clearing in the center of the tribe, the deer hand was standing there, looking at the horse whistle slowly approaching with a gloomy face, and did not say a word.

Until he and Ma Whistle were close at hand, and the two of them were introduced on a rainy day.

"He is the Deerhand, a widely respected warrior and elder, and the last war chief of the tribe." Said on a rainy day.

Then he then introduced the horse whistle: "This is the horse whistle of the Sleeping Bear Clan, the current war chief of the tribe. ”

Hearing this, the deer hand's eyes instantly widened: "The current war chief? ”

Rainy Day smiled: "That's right, it's a well-known thing, when fighting the Arapaho people, the big chief of the tent guard appointed Ma Sentry as the war chief. It was under his training and command that we defeated the Arapahoe. ”

"Warriors, am I right?"

"That's right!" The reply was mainly from the soldiers behind the horse sentry, and their replies were uniform, intimidating, and terrifying.

The ferocity of this army made the deer men subconsciously take a step back, and they also stammered a little as they spoke: "As far as I know, he has been removed from his position by the Great Chief!" It's also peacetime now, and there shouldn't be war chiefs! ”

Rainy Sky stretched out his hand and dragged the messenger over, and asked with a smile: "What did the big chief of the tent tell you before he died, tell everyone." ”

The messenger trembled, and repeated what he had told the horse: "Great ...... The Great Chief did say that he wanted to restore the Horse Whistle Chieftain to the position of the Clan War Chief, so he asked the Horse Whistle Chief to come to the tribe to meet him. ”

The deer hand was speechless.

Whistle: "That's true. I never expected him to pass away before I could meet the Great Chieftain of the tent, which is a shame. ”

At this time, the rainy day said: "The chief of the horse whistle serves as the chief of war, this is the order of the great chief, and he happened to rush to the tribe at the funeral of the great chief, this is undoubtedly the will of the great spirit......"

"The tribe is in dire need of a new leader. Today we are holding a funeral for the Great Chief of the Tent Guard, and we should also determine who will be the next Great Chief. ”

After a pause, Rainy Day continued before the deer could speak: "According to tradition, the incumbent war chief should inherit the position of high chief, and I, as the high priest, also approve of the chief of the horse whistle becoming the leader of the tribe...... I don't know what everyone's opinion is? ”

"I'm against it!" The deerhand immediately shouted, furious.

He looked at the rainy day and said in a somewhat resentful tone, "You said that the new Great Chief should succeed to the throne in at least ten days, otherwise he will be swallowed up by darkness along with the tent!" ”

Rainy Tian said calmly: "That's right, we are just confirming the candidate now, and the succession ceremony can be held in a few days." ”

Ma Whistle knew that this was a rainy day to stall for time, and of course he didn't have to care: "Darkness, it doesn't matter. If there is any darkness here, I am willing to bear it all for the tribe. ”

Hearing this, the deer hand froze, and his face was blue and red.

He suddenly realized what a stupid decision he had made a few days ago.

If he had known the concept of "materialism," he might have changed his faith. But he didn't know it, so he only thought that it was a rainy day that forged God's will.

But in any case, he knows that he has almost no hope of turning the tables around.

As the chief of the war, Ma Shou has a legitimate name for succeeding the high chief, and he has the full support of the high priest, and more importantly, he has a hundred elite warriors, so there is no problem in slaughtering this place.

Anyone can see that unless the Great Spirit manifests into the human world as a platform for the deerman, no one can stop the horse whistle from becoming the Great Chief.

Of course, the deer hand can also see it.

But he was not reconciled!

Obviously, I came first, whether it is seniority, military exploits, or war chieftain...... But why is this happening?

Deer's chest heaved, and he felt like his heart was going to explode.

No, I still have a chance! I can still fight back!

He calmed down a little, stretched out his hand and pointed at the horse: "I want to duel with you!" ”