Chapter 39: Sitting up in shock from a dying illness

"Ma Shao?" It was rainy and I didn't expect Ma Shao to be so seriously ill. I was stunned for a moment before I asked.

"Aba Aba..." Ma Shao was still talking nonsense, his eyes were closed and his body was shaking.

"His body is very hot now, probably because of the wound." Stone Crow sighed, "Several shamans and I have performed a healing dance for him. May the great spirit bless our hero."

Everyone guarding around the horse sentry was praying. Not only that, many other tribesmen who learned the news were also praying silently.

After yesterday's legendary victory, all Apaches regarded Ma Shao as a hero, and many even believed that he was the messenger of the Great Spirit.

It was raining and he sighed and sat down silently.

His medical skills are similar to those of most shamans, but he is more self-aware. He clearly knows that many so-called treatments are essentially for good luck and have no real effect.

In fact, so far, the most effective treatment methods he has seen were basically invented by Ma Shao, such as the "abdominal impact method" that can solve choking, and "artificial respiration".

If the Indians had only one true healer, it would undoubtedly be Ma Shao himself, who was now seriously ill.

It seems that we can only leave it to fate.

I hope the Great Spirit will continue to bless the Apache...

"I heard that the great chief and the high priests are discussing how to deal with the prisoners?" Stone Crow asked casually.

"Yes." Rainy Day nodded, "The result of the discussion is——"

"Kill the crow!" At this moment, there was a noise outside, and the noise quickly grew louder, filling the room with uproar in a blink of an eye.

On a rainy day, his expression changed, and he quickly opened the tent and left in a hurry.

"Boom…"

"Huahua…"

There was a thunderstorm outside. Nearly 600 Arapaho prisoners were tied up in an open space. They were soaked by the heavy rain and covered in rain and mud. They looked miserable.

At this moment, hundreds of Apaches came to the captives with sharp swords in hand, and they shouted: "Kill the crow! Kill the crow!"

"Scalp him alive!"

Although most Arapaho people could not understand what they were saying, they could probably guess from their posture and tone, and they became nervous and angry.

Crow could understand Apache. His face changed for a moment, then he sighed and resolutely took a few steps forward.

The rope connected him to his tribe, and he could not move forward.

"If you want to kill me, then go ahead!" The crow said slowly, "But I have one condition. After you kill me, you cannot harm other captives."

"Conditions?" The tent guard came over with a knife and snorted, "What qualifications do you have to negotiate conditions now?"

Crow's face turned pale and blue, and he finally knelt down: "Please... let them go!"

"You didn't let my son go." The tent guard was unmoved. "You are indeed a courageous guy, but revenge is revenge. Not only me, but all Apaches will take revenge!"

After a pause, he continued: "Your era of southern expeditions is over. Now comes our era of northern expeditions!"

"Northern Expedition! Northern Expedition!" the nearby Apaches shouted.

Crow gritted his teeth, turned around and said to the tribesmen behind him in Arapaho: "They want to kill the prisoners. Although we are tied up now, we can't just sit there and wait to die!"

"Fight them!" The Arapaho people also became angry and began to struggle to break free from the ropes.

"What are you doing?" The Apache warriors on guard naturally noticed their attempts to break free.

But before he could finish his words, an Arapaho knocked an Apache warrior to the ground, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

The guard seemed to have expected this and said immediately, "Kill them all!"

"Stop!" Rainy Day came hurriedly at this time. He stood between the Apache and the Arapaho and looked at the guards of the tent. "Big Chief, you can't kill them!"

The man guarding the tent looked gloomy and said, "Get out of the way!"

"Great Chief..."

"You still know that I am your chief?" The tent guard snorted coldly, "I order you to get out of the way immediately!"

He opened his mouth on a rainy day, but finally chose to obey. He sighed, lowered his head, turned around and left silently.

At the same time, in Ma Shao's tent.

"Kill the crows first, and the remaining Arapaho will wait until the weather clears up?" Stone Crow blinked.

Rat Hunter nodded: "Yes, that's what the chief decided."

"What's the difference between this and directly killing all the Arapaho prisoners... Considering Crow's status in the hearts of the Arapaho people, if he is killed, the other prisoners will definitely fight to the death until they are all killed." Stone Crow shook his head.

Rat Hunter was startled when he heard this, and then he said nervously: "Teacher Ma Shao will definitely oppose killing prisoners, this..."

"That's right, but look at him now, alas." Shi Ya sighed as he looked at Ma Shao who still had a high fever.

"No, we have to try to wake up the teacher." The Rat Hunter said and ran to Ma Shao, "Teacher, the chief wants to kill the prisoners!"

The stone crow was startled: "What are you doing!"

"Kill the prisoners?" However, at this moment, Ma Shao slowly opened his eyes and said weakly, "They want to kill the Arapaho prisoners?"

"That's right, listen to the noise outside." said the Rat Hunter.

Although Ma Shao was extremely weak and his hearing and eyesight were unclear, he could indeed hear the noise of fighting and killing outside.

He immediately gritted his teeth and struggled to get up: "I have to stop them!"

"You are so sick now that you can't even walk. How can we stop you?" Shi Ya hurriedly grabbed him and wanted him to lie back on the bed.

Ma Shao was unmoved, but he could hardly walk.

He glanced around and immediately noticed a spear next to him, which seemed to be a trophy he captured during his first battle.

He reached out for the spear and used it as a walking stick. Then, ignoring the stone crow's dissuasion, he staggered out of the tent in the pouring rain.

On the other side, the chief guarding the tent was only one step away from the crow, but he stopped.

Not because he had a change of heart, but because of what the crow was saying.

"Do you remember what I told you yesterday?" Crow's long hair was soaked by the rain and stuck to his face. He panted slightly, "Guard the tent, or you will be bitten to death by a poisonous snake."

The tent guard was furious, but the crow immediately said, "This prophecy is not something I made up just to humiliate and attack you. Our shaman did make this prophecy... So, I think we will meet again in the world of the dead soon."

"Then please go first!" The man guarding the tent was angry and a little scared. He raised his long knife and was about to chop off the crow's head.

"Boom!" A loud thunder exploded in the sky, and the bright lightning illuminated the thousands of raindrops.

Almost at the same time, a spear shot out from a distance, as if the thunder in the sky was the whistling sound of him flying!

"Clang!"

The spear suddenly stabbed into the ground, just between the guard of the tent and the crow, and the spear shaft trembled slightly.