Putting aside the upcoming California Gold Rush next year, this is a pretty unreliable solution.

Apparently, however, the Grand Chief had already made his decision, so the parliamentarians did not say much, and most expressed their approval with some misgivings.

It wasn't until the end of the meeting that Rainy couldn't help but ask alone, "Are you sure you want to go to California to build a new city?" And you went in person? ”

"Sure." Ma Whistle said.

Rainy day adjusted his sitting position: "You know, it may take two or three months to get from here to California, and by the time you come back, the Mexican-American War may have already been fought." ”

"But California does matter, and there's the only coastline we have access to. We have to act sooner, or we may not have a chance when white immigrants come in. ”

Rainy day hesitated for a moment: "But...... Is this too early, or too rushed? ”

"We could build a new city a few hundred kilometers to the west, build another a few hundred kilometers away, and extend our reach to California in a few years."

Ma Whistle was silent for a moment: "This is indeed a good plan, but let's do as I say." In a few days, I'll take some people and head out to California. ”

He patted Yutian on the shoulder: "In my absence, the affairs of the tribe will be handed over to you. ”

He frowned on a rainy day and didn't speak for a long time.

Ma Whistle smiled: "Just think of it as if this is my test, a test of the Apache tribe...... Let's see if the tribe can function healthily without me. ”

This era always gave him a sense of precarious crisis, not only because of his Indian identity, but also because of the level of productivity of this era.

In particular, the efficiency of the exchange of information.

The telegraph had not yet become widely available, and in such a desolate place as the American Midwest, a person could disappear suddenly and silently, with wild beasts, poisonous insects, hunger, disease, and banditry.

So from time to time, Ma Sentry would think about the question: if one day he suddenly died violently, how would the Apache tribe develop? How far can you go on?

As a teacher, he knows the truth of teaching him to fish, or rather, this is his job.

If the Apache had left him languishing, his work would have been a failure.

As estimated on a rainy day, the trip back and forth of the horse whistle will inevitably take a year and a half.

According to the original history, the beginning of next year will be the end of the Mexican-American War.

With the spread of the Browning pistol, it is clear that the current timeline of the world has been disturbed.

In the end, the war may end later, or it may end sooner, and by the time the horse whistle returns, the war is likely to be over.

It is hoped that in the next year and a half, the Apache tribe will be able to operate stably.

In fact, he still has some confidence, after all, the last epidemic happened when he was out, and the rainy day and other people handled it very properly.

A few days later, Ma Whistle completed the formation of the "Westward Advance Team".

There were three hundred men in all, one hundred of whom were regular soldiers, well-trained and well-armed, with one rifle and two Browning pistols in their hands.

There are not many supplies to carry, mainly food and various necessary tools, which can be regarded as light and simple.

There are two horses per capita, and the largest number of living creatures in the tribe is horses.

One day in April.

Early in the morning, the sky was cloudy, and a cool mist filled the field.

The three hundred men of the horse whistle and the westward marching team were ready to go, and left the sleeping bear city through the west gate.

Looking at this procession, which was about to march 2,000 kilometers west, many clansmen waved goodbye at the gate of the city.

Those who have close relatives and friends in the team will inevitably feel sad and burst into tears.

"Brother Whistle...... Why don't you take me with you? The little sparrow's eyes were reddened and he pulled the hand of the horse.

Ma Whistle touched her hair: "I'll be back in a few months, don't worry about me." ”

"Whistle brother......" she bowed her head.

Ma Whistle smiled again: "After I leave Sleeping Bear, don't forget your homework." When I come back, I will investigate you. ”

The little sparrow does not speak.

The horse whistle then looked at the rainy day and instructed again: "The affairs of the tribe will be left to you." ”

"I understand." Rainy day nodded solemnly.

"Let's go, warriors of the west." The horse whistle turned over and rode on the majestic black front, and said at the same time.

"Whew-"

The sound of horses sounded, and the procession was like a slowly starting train, gradually picking up speed to the rhythm of horses' hooves and heading west.

Ma Sentry glanced back behind him, and this time he suddenly noticed that there was another petite figure in the crowd of farewells.

The girl in the white dress struggled to squeeze through the crowd, finally leaning out when the horse whistle was about to be drowned in the fog.

"Millie......" the horse whistle murmured, and the fog blocked his vision.

On this long trip, he didn't have any sadness about parting, but at this time, his mood suddenly became like the fog around him, and he was stunned.

The sentry saw Millie, but he suspected that Millie, who had squeezed through the crowd at the last minute, probably didn't see him.

Because he knew that his eyesight was better than almost all of them, and that he could see others at the same distance, but others might not be able to see him......

This inexplicable depression lasted for many days.

That was until one of the guys in the team managed to divert his thoughts and attention.

"Nonsense, how should the road ahead go, south or north?" Horse Whistle asked, turning his head.

The guide was a lean young man with two dimples on his face, and his smile was very sunny, and he only heard him say enthusiastically: "All right, Great Chief." ”

"Everything?" Ma Whistle frowned slightly.

"Yes, it's okay to go north, it's okay to go south." Nonsense further explains, "It's just that it takes an extra month to go north than to go south." ”

"......" horse whistle did not know what to say.

Duguan couldn't help it: "I said, can you stop talking this useless nonsense!" ”

Nonsense replied: "How can this be said to be useless? It may be useful even if it seems useless, and it may be useless if it seems useful. ”

After a period of getting along, Ma Whistle and even most of the people in the team understood why the nonsense was called this name.

This person's nonsense is not ordinary, almost every time he opens his mouth, it is a nonsense.

For example, a few days later, when the westward team was hit by a rain storm and was embarrassed to take shelter from the rain, someone said: "Alas, I don't know when this rain will end." ”

The nonsense next to him looked up at the sky and opened his mouth: "It doesn't seem to be soon, but most of the time it won't be too long, when it is, we'll know when the rain stops." ”

Ma Sentry couldn't help but glance at him, and couldn't help but think in his heart: this child is afraid that there is a serious illness......