Judgment, Oak did not know what this strange word meant.

The Indians had little concept of law, and even some basic social norms, such as "kill for life," were never adjudicated.

Ma Whistle didn't explain much, because there were several new words involved in the explanation, and it would take at least a few minutes to make it clear, so he just said, "You'll know tomorrow." ”

The Apache of the Chirikawa tribe followed the horse sentry to Sleeping Bear City, where they soon saw the nearly a thousand captives being placed, and of course many corpses being collected.

Oak, as someone who had fought with the horse whistle, was somewhat expected of this, so he was not too surprised.

But others are different. The Chirikawa, who had not participated in the last battle of Arapahoe, were full of discussion when they saw so many captives and corpses.

"How many enemies they have defeated, these captives look like a thousand! And so many corpses! ”

"I've heard that the Comanches, the Arapahoe, and the Cheyennes have gathered a total of five tribes, and I'm afraid that there are at least fifteen hundred people coming together to attack the sleeping bears."

"It's unbelievable, the Plains Tribe actually defeated five tribes alone!"

"Look at their weapons, they're all muskets...... Are muskets really that good? ”

A tall teenager frowned, and seemed to keep that expression all along, observing the staggering number of corpses.

After a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you cut your scalp?" ”

The Chirikawa people then noticed that none of the Slain Comanches, Cheyenne, and Arapajos had lost their scalps on their heads, and that the Sleeping Bear soldiers were carrying the corpses, but they were oblivious to the proof of the exploits.

Hearing his question, the horse whistle did not look back, and explained: "The sleeping bear has abolished this tradition, and we only shoot the heads of the living, not the scalps of the dead. ”

"Then how do you count your battle exploits?" The boy stepped forward and asked.

"Observers use binoculars to look at the entire battlefield, and of course they count their exploits, and our exploits are mainly counted by squads." Ma Whistle said slowly.

"Telescopes?"

Ma Whistle took out his binoculars, turned his head and handed it to the young man: "This is it." Hold this head in front of your eyes and look into the distance. ”

The young man did as he said, and then couldn't help but be surprised: "This ...... What kind of spell is this? ”

Ma Whistle smiled: "It's technology." Just like the bow you use, it makes arrows fly because of the bounc, not the spell. ”

The boy was still confused, and his brow furrowed as he looked at the inconspicuous telescope in his hand.

"If you want to know the specific reason, you can go to him later, his name is Fengsheng, a wonderful battlefield observer, and he will tell you how the telescope works." The horse whistle pointed to the sound of the wind not far away.

"Okay." The boy gave him back the binoculars, and then added, "You count your exploits according to the squad, so even if someone kills a lot of enemies, more than I kill a hundred Arapaho, will he not get a separate reward?" ”

"Hahaha!" Oak couldn't help laughing, "Young man, no one can kill so many enemies. ”

An old man beside the boy said with a little embarrassment: "The sleepy man has just become a warrior, he is too young, and sometimes he is very naïve. ”

Ma Sentry was unimpressed, and continued: "Of course, a particularly good soldier can also be rewarded exclusively, but that is a minority, and there will be fewer and fewer - as the musket develops, individual bravery will become less and less important, and collective cooperation will be the key. ”

After speaking, he couldn't help but glance at the young man a few more times: "Your name is Sleepy Man?" ”

"Yes." The sleepy man answered.

Ma Shen didn't say anything, but he was a little confused in his heart, for he felt that he seemed to have heard the name, but he couldn't remember anything, and it was obviously very impressed, probably just a glance somewhere.

After thinking about it, Ma Whistle finally only thought of a certain man who was named the "Sleeping King" in later generations.

When you think of the sleeping king, you can't help but think of the king of understanding.

And thinking of understanding the king, Ma Whistle couldn't help but think of a large number of ghost animal fragments in his mind, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Later in the evening, while the sentry was treating the wounded with the shamans, a soldier came and reported, "Great Chief, the owl wants to see you. ”

Ma Whistle thought for a moment: "I know, I'll go over later." ”

A moment later, he came to the place where the owl was kept, a small solitary tent, guarded by two soldiers outside.

"Great Chief Owl, do you have any last words?" The horse whistle said in Comanche.

When the owl heard this, his already pale face became even more bloodless, and he said in a panic: "I...... I was deceived by the square face! I didn't want to do this, he lied to me that Sleeping Bear forcibly annexed the Twin Wolf Clan! ”

"So you realize now that the Twin Wolf Clan is indeed part of the Sleeping Bear?" The horse whistle asked.

The owl nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, of course...... There was no doubt about this, it was all a square face to lie to me! ”

He continued to argue, but his words were flustered and weak, like a repeater, almost only knowing how to repeat being deceived by square faces and the like.

Ma Whistle didn't listen carefully, and thought for a while: "I can spare your life, but only if you are honest enough." ”

The owl seemed to grasp the life-saving straw, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "I will promise you, I will promise you anything!" ”

Ma Whistle looked at him and said calmly, "I'll tell you what I want first." From the very beginning, my goal was to unite all the indigenous peoples of this continent, to bring the Apaches, Arapaho, Comanches, Cheyenne...... All the tribes have merged into one, and I have never hidden this purpose. ”

"In order to achieve this goal, I will not necessarily use force, but if someone stops me, I will definitely use force to fight back."

"The only thing I care about most is this matter, and as for your life or death, it doesn't matter to me at all."

After a pause, the horse whistle continued: "So, do you know how to please me? ”

The owl nodded quickly, "Yes." ”

"I wish you really knew." "The day after tomorrow I will arrange for the captives to be used to cultivate the farmland, and you are among them, and I will not harm you, and I will even give you food and a little salary." I don't want to see any confusion among the captives, especially among the Comanche captives, and if it does, it's your responsibility. ”

Leaving the owl's place, the horse whistle made contact with several other captured high chiefs, war chiefs, to understand their attitudes.

The more rigid ones should be put to death, while the weaker ones should be spared.

Of course, tomorrow's trial process still has to be followed, and the procedure is just. Sanctimony is a necessary condition for civilization.