They saw a city surrounded by walls, far from the size of New York or St. Louis, but there were only a handful of larger cities in the Midwest.

And they have no idea about the city, it seems that it has not been around for long.

"When did you get a city here?" Brigadier General Carney wondered, "It looks like there are at least three thousand people living here, and even in Missouri, there aren't many of them." ”

No one answered his question.

Although it is theoretically said that large swaths of unformed territory in the vicinity fall under the jurisdiction of this army, few people pay attention to it. In their eyes, Missouri is where they are located and where they are headed.

The officer who wanted to speak again and again wanted to stop talking.

This time, Carney noticed the change in his expression, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "Donivan, you don't look like a soldier at all. Say whatever you want. ”

Donivan hesitated, "I'm not sure. ”

General Carney: "This is not a court defense!" ”

"Well, the city might—" Donivan nodded, about to say something.

However, at this moment, a soldier suddenly shouted: "General, a troop is coming ahead!" ”

Carney and Donivan turned their heads to look ahead, and then they saw a cavalry team approaching, numbering about two hundred.

"Get ready for battle!" General Carney ordered first, although the other side did not look like they were coming to fight.

He carefully observed the cavalry ahead.

The cavalry of two hundred men apparently came out of the city, without any of the characteristics of the American army, nor of the Mexican army, and did not appear to be Indian.

In fact, General Carney judged at first glance that this cavalry was not Indian.

Because this unit looks too regular, uniformly dressed, neatly formed, and carrying a red flag that has never been seen before.

Can the Indians have such a regular army?

It's simply impossible.

That's what almost everyone thinks.

It wasn't until as the distance shortened that they gradually saw what these cavalrymen looked like.

A bunch of yellow people with feathers on their heads!

There is no doubt that such an image can only belong to the Indians. This regular cavalry turned out to be Indians!

"It's the Indians!" Margovin was taken aback, "How is this possible?" ”

"Hell, these Indians look like regular army members than we do." Some of the soldiers whispered.

"I'd rather believe they're Spaniards."

"Their flags do do look a bit like the Spaniards, I mean the colors."

Donivan then spoke, "I think they may be the warriors of the Sleeping Bear Clan. ”

"Why?" General Carney asked.

Donivan hesitated for a moment: "I heard before that the Sleeping Bear Clan defeated the coalition of five tribes......"

"One clan defeats five tribes?" Margophin blurted out.

"That's why I just said 'not sure.'" Donivan continued, "I also think this rumor is outrageous, it may be false, or it is biased. But out of duty, I found a few Indians and asked a little, and the result was ......"

"The result?"

"It turns out that the rumors seem to be true." Donivan paused for half a second, "It seems that there is an unprecedentedly powerful chieftain in the Sleeping Bear Clan, and this chieftain known as the 'Children of the Sky' has completely reshaped his clan in a very short time, defeated all enemies, and established a city open to all Indians. ”

"So I think this neatly dressed Indian cavalry can only belong to the Sleeping Bear Clan."

When the crowd heard this, they still felt incredulous.

"Donivan, I remember you used to be a lawyer." An officer said with a smile.

Donivan was stunned for a moment: "Yes, what's wrong?" ”

"Nothing, I almost thought your past profession was a bard."

Donivan disagreed: "While this does sound like a story, at least three Indian chieftains and I have told almost the same description. ”

General Carney then said, "Well, we'll know the truth in a moment." ”

The Indian cavalry on the opposite side had already come closer, only a few dozen meters away from them.

Then the cavalry slowly divided into two parts, separated by a few paces, most of them in the rear, and a dozen men in front.

At the front was a young Indian, who looked to be in his twenties and was handsome.

The young man was ridiculously burly, riding a beast-like black horse with nine eagle feathers on his head, and it was not difficult for anyone to see that this was definitely a formidable warrior on the battlefield.

General Carney had seen many powerful Indian warriors, some of whom he had executed by his own hands.

In his opinion, bison-like power is meaningless, even a symbol of stupidity and arrogance. He thought that there were many muscular reckless men in the army, and that the recklessness of the recklessness was always written on their faces, which made him feel extremely disgusted.

To this end, he also invented a set of "levels of wisdom" - only fools aspire to developed muscles, slightly smarter people should practice marksmanship, smarter people should master tactics, and the smartest people should of course be like him.

By this set of standards, his thin figure was not worth mentioning, and the contemptible ones were the reckless men who disgusted him.

But at this time, looking at the Indian young man walking slowly in front of him, there was no contempt or contempt in his heart, almost nothing.

Because in addition to the incomparably strong muscles, General Carney also vaguely felt something else in this young Indian.

Something he couldn't figure out.

If he had to say it, he could only barely describe it as "bookish" or "Sven...... At least, the Indian didn't seem to care about his physical strength.

In the face of a person who has strong muscles but does not care about it, no one dares to take it lightly. Because obviously, such a person has far more power than muscles.

As the Indians stopped, Carney also drove a few steps forward: "Indians." ”

"Europeans." He was answered by a fluent English.

Ma Whistle has now been practicing English for a year and a half. With the help of a large number of oral communication in real life, he has achieved more learning results in the past year and a half than in the past ten years in his previous life.

General Carney frowned slightly: "We are not Europeans. ”

"We're not Indians either." The horse whistle smiled.

Of course, the colonists already knew that Native Americans were not Indians, but they didn't care and still used the term regularly. In fact, many Indians themselves did not care, and it was not until later generations that the title was gradually regarded as impolite.

General Carney was silent for two seconds: "You are Apaches? ”

"Yes." "General Stephen Carney from Fort Leavenworth." ”