Chapter 36: Crushing Game

With the accumulation of age and skills, the whistle of the horse whistle became louder and louder, with a momentum that seemed to soar into the sky and echo across the grassland.

"Hurray!" Two hundred pistol cavalry shouted in unison and launched a high-speed charge towards the Arapaho people opposite.

Ma Shao held an iron shield in one hand and a revolver in the other, charging at the front of the team.

His warhorse Black Blade was also wearing some armor, and together with the various items he carried, the weight was not light, but with Black Blade's strength, it was easy.

A cavalry cavalryman took the lead, and two hundred pistol cavalrymen formed a horizontal formation and rushed forward with the fearless shout of "Ura".

Such momentum stunned the eight hundred clansmen behind him, and they didn't know how to react for a long time.

"Charge, charge!" The war chief of the Mescalero tribe was the first to react and called on his subordinates to charge.

However, compared with the rigorously trained pistol troops, their charge was indeed a bit slack, loose and scattered, with almost no formation to speak of.

When the eight hundred tribesmen in the rear launched a charge, the pistol troops led by Ma Shao had already approached the Arapaho, and the distance between the two sides was shortened to one hundred meters.

"Ura! Ura! Ura!" The shouts of the pistol cavalry became louder and louder.

The momentum of their charge stunned even their own people, not to mention the Arapaho, who were their enemies, who naturally felt the impact even more.

Horses are not fools, and neither are humans.

Seeing a wall of cavalry coming towards them at a speed far greater than their own, many Arapaho people's first reaction was to turn their horses around.

With this turn, the Arapaho's formation suddenly became chaotic, although they didn't have any formation to begin with.

Seeing that the enemy's formation was in chaos, Ma Shao immediately pulled the trigger and fired the first shot.

"boom!"

An Arapaho fell off his horse in response.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A group of pistol cavalrymen also pulled the trigger one after another. In less than ten seconds, each of them fired two or three shots.

In an instant, the Arapaho felt an unprecedented density of firepower, and screams rang out one after another.

"ah!"

"what happened!"

"What is that pistol, how--" The Arapaho stopped talking as a lead bullet pierced his neck and blood spurted out.

The design wisdom of firearms master Samuel Colt was revealed to the world for the first time without reservation, and countless blood was shed for it.

The fierce charge and intensive firepower tore the Arapaho formation apart in a blink of an eye.

With hundreds of Arapaho people quickly killed, Ma Shao led two hundred people and directly penetrated the enemy's large force like a sharp blade cutting mud.

Although Ma Shao always believed that his pistol unit had strong combat effectiveness, he did not expect that they could fight so smoothly.

After a moment of distraction, the horse whistle blew again, first ordering the troops to turn around, and then launched another charge from behind the Arapaho.

They launched a charge from behind, and the other 800 tribesmen had also arrived at this time, forming a siege on both sides.

For a moment, the Apaches formed a hammer and anvil on the Arapaho, attacking them fiercely from both sides.

What happened next was no surprise.

The Arapaho had never experienced anything like this before. Within ten seconds of the battle, their morale and formation collapsed, and then they had to face the siege of a thousand enemies who were almost unscathed.

They had no chance to resist and were like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

After a few minutes, most of the remaining Arapaho were forced to surrender, lay down their weapons and lie prone on the ground.

Some Arapaho also escaped. They rode their war horses and fled far away without paying attention to the direction, and there were more or less Apaches chasing them behind them.

Ma Shao was chasing an enemy. This enemy was wearing a war crown and was most likely a great chief or a war chief. Of course, he didn't want to let him go.

However, the man had run quite far and he could no longer catch up with him, so he immediately took out his Kentucky rifle, aimed the long barrel forward, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

As a rifle that turned the tide of the American Revolutionary War by sniping British generals, the Kentucky rifle is almost equivalent to a sniper rifle of this era, with a long range and high accuracy.

Of course, it mainly depends on luck, at least for Ma Shao, who has hardly ever used this gun.

Fortunately, the shot was lucky. After the gunshot, the Arapaho wearing the war crown fell off his horse and collapsed on the grassland.

Ma Shao hung the rifle back on Hei Feng, then rushed over with the revolver.

When they arrived at the place, they saw that the Arapaho and his horse were both lying on the ground, unable to move, and the blood was still flowing, forming a pool of blood on the grass next to them.

However, Ma Shao soon realized that something was wrong. The blood was clearly flowing from the warhorse's belly!

Almost at the same time, the Arapaho who had been lying motionless on the ground suddenly stood up with a roar, holding a sharp dagger and stabbed Ma Shao in the face!

Ma Shao hurriedly dodged, but still failed to avoid it completely. His arm was cut and blood oozed out.

He took a deep breath, and at the same time, he grabbed the other person's wrist with his backhand and twisted it hard.

"Ahhh!" the Arapaho screamed, and the dagger fell and was kicked aside by the horse whistle.

He tried to struggle and punched Ma Shao with his other fist, but before his fist hit him, Ma Shao's knee hit him in the abdomen.

"Ah!" He screamed again, and then collapsed to the ground in pain.

Ma Shao looked around, treated the wound on his arm briefly, then tied up the Arapaho and rode back.

On the way back, the Arapaho man recovered a little and kept cursing. Ma Shao didn't understand Arapaho, so he didn't know what he was saying.

The Arapaho knew some Apache language, and upon seeing this, he immediately said in a clumsy Apache language: "You despicable Apaches, what kind of evil magic did you use!"

Ma Shao looked at him seriously for a few seconds.

The man was about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, with a fairly strong build but a nondescript appearance. If it weren't for the eagle feather crown on his head, it would have been hard to recognize him in the crowd.

"If you lose, it's because others used evil magic. It seems that your previous victory was just a fluke." Ma Shao said sarcastically.

"You..." The other person's face suddenly turned red and he was speechless.

He really could not accept the outcome of this battle. The once mighty Arapaho were now crushed by the Apaches, or to be more precise, by two hundred Apaches.

Even against the best white troops, the Arapaho had never suffered such an outrageous defeat. So in his worldview, there was no other reason to explain it except witchcraft.