Chapter 34: Humanitarianism

The problem lies in this "Woo-hoo", which is a slogan that many Indians like to shout to express some passionate emotions.

The sound was sharp and rapid, and sounded intimidating, but when there were more people, it felt more like a noise.

Ma Shao thinks that this should be changed.

"Soldiers, let me teach you a slogan." He asked the soldiers to regroup and stand in line, then said.

"The slogan is - Hurrah!"

That's right, Ma Shao decided to change his people's "Woo-lo" to "Wula". The two sound a bit similar, but the latter is obviously easier to shout out in unison, and the pronunciation is rich and more intimidating.

Russians like to shout this slogan, but in fact it is not just Russians. Many nations in history have similar slogans.

In fact, Ma Shao thought that this might be a habit passed down from millions of years ago. After all, he always felt that the rapid "wooo" sounded a bit like a monkey's call.

"U-Ra!" He demonstrated it again for the soldiers and asked them to shout together.

"Uh-huh!"

After repeating it several times, everyone knew how to shout, and knew how to grasp the rhythm and keep it as consistent as possible with others.

"Hurray!" Two hundred people shouted at the same time, making a thunderous cheer with a terrifying momentum.

"Let's charge again and add this slogan." Ma Shao said, and soon he blew the charge horn again and led everyone to charge.

As expected, the neat and uniform cavalry wall and the uniform "Ura" sounds pushed the team's momentum to a new peak, like a torrent.

Time passes slowly.

Ma Shao was busy with teaching and training every day. Seeing more and more of his tribesmen becoming literate and the pistol cavalry becoming more and more powerful day by day, he felt quite satisfied.

Although he sometimes longed for the prestige of war, he did not reject this stable and fulfilling life.

But the peace will eventually be broken, and the way it is broken is often unexpected.

"This class ends here. Let's take a break. In the next class we will talk about some American history." Ma Shao announced, putting down the chalk and turning to leave as usual.

Most students started with card dueling; in fact, this game was the reason many of them attended literacy classes in the first place.

But a few students ran away and hurriedly got into a tent in the distance, which made Ma Shao look confused.

"Where are they going?" Ma Shao couldn't help but ask the student next to him.

"Hey, teacher, don't you know yet?" A student had a lewd look on his face.

"?" Ma Shao was even more confused.

"Come on, teacher, we'll take you there." Several students said, "There's something good over there, more exciting than the duel card!"

With curiosity, Ma Shao followed the few people towards the tent.

But soon he frowned.

"No - please! No!" A woman's painful and desperate screams came from the tent, speaking English.

At this time, someone explained: "Baldhead robbed a group of white farmers from somewhere and got a beautiful white woman. Everyone is lining up! Haha!"

The Midwest is uninhabited, and because of the concentration of Indians here, white civilians are rarely seen, but there are still some.

So just like the white people treated the Indians, the Indians would often use the most brutal means to treat the white people, and no one would distinguish between the military and civilians.

Men cut their scalps directly.

As for women, of course they first "make the most of it" and then they also scalp.

"But if you go, teacher, they will definitely let you go first!"

"Hahaha!"

The students were still laughing and making noises, unaware that Ma Shao's face had turned gloomy.

"Wow——" He took a few steps forward and opened the tent.

The sunlight shone into the dim tent, and the scene inside was just as the students had described: a white woman was lying naked on the ground, with a dozen men surrounding her.

"Please..." The woman was already covered with bruises, and even her nipples were bitten off, but she was still begging desperately.

The men in the tent didn't understand her language, nor did they care. Some of them were beating and abusing her, some were doing needlework, and some were waiting in line for their own moment.

"Teacher Ma Shao!"

"Make way, our war chief is here!"

The following scene was just as the students described. When many people saw Ma Shao coming in, they expressed their willingness to give up their seats so that he could enjoy the food first.

The man concentrating on his work was a short and stocky bald man - his baldness was not caused by baldness, but by the fact that half of his scalp had been peeled off, and a tragic scar had replaced his hair forever.

He is bald-headed.

When the bald man saw Ma Shao, his movements froze involuntarily, his expression somewhat awkward and hesitant: "Well, um... do you need me to let you go?"

Ma Shao was silent for a while: "No need."

"Ha, thank you very much." The bald man showed a look of joy and quickly quickened his movements, trying to finish the job as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ma Shao suddenly took out a revolver from his waist and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, the woman's scream stopped abruptly. A bullet exhausted its kinetic energy in her head, ending her pain.

Everyone was shocked and confused, staring at Ma Shao blankly.

Ma Shao also had mixed feelings.

In the past minute or so, many thoughts flashed through his mind.

His first thought was to save the victim, but he soon realized that he had no reason to do so, as the Indians would not let go of the white captives.

Humanitarianism, even in the future more than a hundred years later, will only be observed by a few countries in practice, and often not strictly.

Needless to say, killing all the young and old in the village or enslaving them is the consensus on how to treat the enemy. Those who talk about humanitarianism are either professors lecturing students on campus or members of parliament attacking political opponents in parliament.

Ma Shao had no reason to ask his people to let a white man go, but as a 21st century Chinese who was deeply influenced by education, he could not tolerate such an atrocity happening before his eyes.

So he finally chose to shoot to end the white woman's suffering early.

After a brief silence.

The bald man put on his clothes angrily, saying, "What are you doing? She is my trophy. Why do you want to kill her?"

He was furious and walked a few steps to Ma Shao, as if he wanted to teach him a lesson.

But he didn't have the courage after all. Ma Shao gave him a cold look, and he suppressed his anger and asked again: "What do you mean? Why are you killing my trophy? I'm even willing to let you enjoy her first!"

Ma Shao had no intention of explaining. He sighed, then turned and left.

Watching his departing figure, the bald man stamped his feet in hatred: "Psycho!"