"This is the flag of the tribe." Ma Whistle said.

The paper depicts his banner for the tribe and the army, with a golden fist facing vertically outward, with a golden circle around the fist and the rest of the area red.

He called it the Golden Fist Red Flag.

The structure of the pattern is so simple that even ordinary people without any talent or skill in painting can easily copy it.

The moral is also simple and clear - unity and struggle.

Horse whistle doesn't like to imply a lot of patterns, in his opinion, flags, signs and the like, the most important thing is the visual effect, the meaning is second.

If a pattern needs to be accompanied by text notes to make people feel good, it must be a failed pattern.

"It turned out to be a flag, and it looks pretty good." Mary observed for a moment, then nodded.

"Help me make twenty sides." Ma Whistle said.

"No problem."

……

The city of Sleeping Bears is becoming more and more lively.

The sound of building buildings, the sound of schools chanting, and the sound of slogans coming from the training of soldiers in the distance......

Everyone can feel the vibe, but not everyone is excited about it.

Grinding Bone was an old shaman with sparse gray hair and deep lines on his face, who looked to be at least fifty years old.

At this moment, he was sitting in the wooden house, holding a cigarette stick, smoking a cigarette in frustration, surrounded by several old friends.

“…… The shaman's department was already the place for those young people. Grinding Bone sighed, his face sad, and smoke wafted out of his mouth and nose.

"They even say we're not qualified shamans!" Another old shaman said indignantly, "Just because we can't read the Spiritual Oracle, that thing written in so-called words!" ”

"These young people are so arrogant, they don't give a damn about the oldest shamanic knowledge, and they only have what the horse whistles say! Ma Whistle was just a young man, he was only fourteen years old, and he didn't know anything about the true legacy of the Apache shaman! ”

"We are the true shamans, and the wisdom we have has been passed down for thousands of years!"

"On a rainy day, they wantonly revise myths and make up nonsense, but they claim to be real shamans!"

Several old shamans told each other about their bitterness and unwillingness.

As every aspect of Sleeping Bear continues to evolve, they are completely marginalized - they can hardly or don't want to keep up with any of the changes in Sleeping Bear.

The deerhand was also in the room, and he looked at several old men, and also said: "Not only does the horse whistle disrespect tradition, but he even allows foreign people to enter the Apache, even including the whites and the Boni, which is the most unbearable for me!" And those captives, the treatment is getting better day by day, and there are even people who can take vacations, I don't think it will be long before the horse whistle will let them join the tribe! ”

"The wind is going down, the wind is going down!" Grinding bones sighed, and even his eyes were red, "My tears are rolling in my stomach, and those young people are still laughing!" They don't care about the loss of tradition at all! ”

Deerhand: "Guys, I think we should unite and get the whistle and the rainy day off the altar!" Let them apologize to all the Apaches! ”

"That's right, for the sake of the Apaches, for the sake of our traditions, for the sake of the true shamanic way, we should drive out these two ignorant young men!" Someone should make peace.

"We must stop the depravity of our people, and we must not let the two of them continue to pollute the souls of the Apache people!" ”

But when it came to this, the atmosphere quickly cooled down, and the old shamans were no longer so angry.

He took a puff of his cigarette and frowned, "We want to do that too, but ...... The horse whistle and the rainy day are too powerful, and they have a firm grip on everything in Sleeping Bear City, including the army. ”

"Those officers are all students and diehards of the horse whistle, and we can't even convince any of them. How can we fight them without the help of the army? It's not realistic. ”

"Yes, a lot of people really think of the horse whistle as the embodiment of the gods." A couple of old shamans sighed, "Even calling the horse whistle 'Holy Light'—is that the word, vulture?" ”

"That's right." The old shaman, known as the vulture, nodded.

"As far as I know, in the book of the Spiritual Oracle compiled on a rainy day, it seems that the horse whistle is a beam of light...... Hehe, what gibberish. ”

The deer hand snorted: "Hmph, a false god!" ”

He obviously wanted to encourage these old shamans to join him in opposing the horse whistle, but he also saw that these old fellows were all gutless rats, and they dared not say or do it.

He was still unwilling, and said again: "Can we only hide in the house and complain, shouldn't we do something?" ”

"It's not the time yet." Grinding bones thought about it.

Deerhand asked, "What is the right time?" ”

"Uh-huh......" grinding bones knocked the ashes of the cigarette stick, then refilled with crushed tobacco, and muttered for a long time without saying a word.

Until the vulture said, "I had a dream not long ago." ”

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that a black snow fell from the sky!" The vulture said conclusively, "This must be the revelation of the Great Spirit, and the Great Spirit is about to punish the horse whistle!" ”

"Could it be that the Great Spirit will punish the horse whistle when it snows?" People looked at each other.

Mo Gu frowned: "Hasn't it snowed this year?" ”

"It could be another snow, we'll find out later."

"That's right, the whistle and the rainy day will definitely be punished, it's a matter of time!"

The crowd talked for a few more moments.

At the end, someone suddenly said, "By the way, tomorrow is the day for the 'retirement shaman subsidy', right?" ”

"That's right, with the subsidy, I have to go to the drinking house for a few drinks, it's suffocating me these days!"

"Are you going with you?"

"Together, together!"

Speaking of drinking, the resentment in the room was swept away, and the air was filled with joy.

……

Twenty Golden Fist Red Flags were made, and the horse whistle handed the first flag to the town's Apache garrison.

"Rat hunter, this flag is given to you, it symbolizes our tribe and army." He handed the red flag on the wooden pole to the mouse-hunter, "Preserve it, and even more so protect the eagle feathers on our heads." ”

"Yes, Great Chief!" The Rat Hunter took the flag.

After a while, the horse whistle said, "Most of the soldiers I have brought with me will not return to Sleeping Bear City this time, and the garrison of Clark Town will be increased to fifty men in the future. ”

The rat hunter asked, "Fifty people, is this a little much?" It used to be twenty people. ”

Whistle: "Not much. We're not far from the Texas-Mexico border, and a war between the U.S. and Mexico is likely to spill over, so a little more manpower isn't a bad thing. ”

He also advised: "If you find a white army, don't provoke a conflict, don't go head-on, especially if the other side is numerous, come and notify me as soon as possible, understand?" ”