Chapter 37: Wound Infection

The battle was naturally over, with five or six hundred Arapaho taken prisoners, a few escaping, and the rest lying dead on the ground.

The Apaches suffered few casualties, and even including minor injuries, the total number of casualties was no more than a hundred.

The Apaches were all very excited about this unprecedented victory, and there was no doubt that the first credit for this battle belonged to Ma Shao.

Therefore, when Ma Shao brought the last captive back to his tribe, everyone made way for him and offered him the highest respect.

"I have never experienced such a great victory. In front of you, the fierce Arapaho people turned into a group of panicked alpacas! Haha!" Chief Oak patted his shoulder excitedly.

The chief guarding the tent also smiled: "I am sure the Arapaho will never dare to attack us again... We can even counterattack them and make them pay for their past aggression!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack!" Many Apaches had this idea and shouted excitedly.

Ma Shao was very happy after winning the battle, but he calmed down when he saw his fellow Indians were so eager to fight. He did not want the war between Indians to continue endlessly, and the right thing to do was to unite and fight against the white people as soon as possible.

"Who is this person? Do you know him?" He changed the subject and pointed at the prisoner he brought with him.

"Of course I know him, he's Crow!" The tent keeper walked forward with a smile and patted Crow's face humiliatingly, "Long time no see, our old friend, Crow War Chief."

Ma Shao nodded suddenly.

Crow was a famous war chief of the Arapaho people. He had heard of him before, but he didn't expect to capture him alive with his own hands today.

"Get out of here!" the crow yelled angrily, but his hands and feet were bound and he could only allow himself to be humiliated by the tent guard.

"Do you remember how you treated my son?" The tent guard sneered, "Guess how happy I was when I saw you being captured alive."

The crow gnashed his teeth and said, "You are too happy too soon! Our shaman predicted yesterday that you, a bastard, will be bitten to death by a poisonous snake! Be careful when you sleep at night, or there will definitely be a poisonous snake crawling into your bed!"

The tent keeper's face changed slightly after hearing this. The Indians could not completely ignore a shaman's prophecy, even if it might have been made up by the crow.

"You made this up yourself," he said. "If your shaman really received the revelation from the Great Spirit yesterday, how could you have lost so badly today?"

The crow was speechless.

"Boom…"

At this time, thunder was heard faintly in the distant sky. Looking at the gradually denser dark clouds, people realized that a rain was coming.

"It is going to rain!"

"Let's hurry up and take the spoils and these prisoners back to the camp."

Rain clouds surged, and soon raindrops began to fall. The Apaches, who were not far from the camp, quickly cleaned up the battlefield and finally returned to their tents before the rain got heavier.

On the way back, Ma Shao was surrounded by soldiers from the pistol unit.

All the dissatisfaction and complaints that these soldiers had accumulated during the previous training process disappeared at this moment, leaving only their admiration for the instructor Ma Shao.

"Instructor, the tactics you taught me are amazing. From now on, even if you train me to do a handstand and have diarrhea, I will definitely do it, not to mention the frog dance!"

"That's right, whatever the instructor says is what it is!"

"And this revolver. Those who didn't listen to my advice are probably regretting it now."

"Oh, my pistol is broken. I don't know if it can be repaired. I should have bought an extra one." After all, the Colt revolver was still immature and had a high damage rate, especially in intense combat environments.

Ma Shao had learned that in the recent battle, more than one person's revolver was damaged.

He thought for a moment and said, "After returning to the camp, each squad leader should write a brief report and tell me about the casualties, captured items, prisoners, etc. Also, send the damaged revolvers to me."

"yes!"

About half an hour later.

Ma Shao sat in his tent with a dozen Colt revolvers piled in front of him, all of which had malfunctioned or been damaged in the battle.

He took a few simple tools and tried to repair the pistols one by one.

As a graduate of the strongest engineering college in a well-known third-tier city in China, Ma Shao did have some metalworking internship experience during his college years. Although he has almost forgotten it a long time ago, but... something is better than nothing.

Combined with his knowledge of revolvers, it was not difficult to solve the small problem.

Of course, if a critical part is damaged, the Indians are basically unable to repair it, and only white gunsmiths can do it.

For the Indians, it was not easy to find a white gunsmith unless they offered an extremely high price.

In order to repair these dozen revolvers, Ma Shao worked until late at night, sweating profusely and with his hands injured in several places. He only repaired six of them.

The rest seemed to be beyond his ability to repair.

Almost ten pistols are lost in one battle. These things are simply consumables.

It seems that I need to be more careful when using it next time, because it is not easy for the Indians to replenish weapons more powerful than the Colt pistol.

"Boom…"

"Huahua…"

The camp was quiet at night, with only the sounds of rain and thunder outside.

Ma Shao felt that it was time to take a rest, so he put on a cowhide, hurried outside to urinate, washed his hands, and then returned to the tent to sleep.

This night was very restless.

It was not only because of the sound of thunder and rain, but Ma Shao also had a series of dreams. The scenes in these dreams were extremely distorted, filled with all kinds of strange geometric shapes, such as honeycombs, spider webs, whirlpools... the sky was spinning and the earth was bizarre.

As Ma Shao gradually woke up from his sleep, he realized what he had dreamed about - the Kluver constant.

The so-called Kluver constant is an illusion caused by abnormal activity in the cerebral cortex.

When this kind of illusion appears in a person's mind, it usually means that his condition is abnormal... such as having a fever.

That's right, Ma Shao has a fever.

He got up from the bed painfully, feeling hot all over, dry mouth, and dizziness, which were undoubtedly symptoms of a fever.

This was the first time Ma Shao had a fever since his rebirth, but thanks to the diet and exercise plan he developed as soon as he was reborn, he had never had a fever in the past few years, and had hardly ever been sick. Short colds and mouth ulcers were rare.

He is stronger now than before, so he should be less likely to get sick.

unless...

Ma Shao remembered something and looked at his left arm, where there was a shallow reddish wound caused by him capturing the crow alive yesterday.

At that time, he just gave it a simple bandage and didn't pay any attention to it afterwards. He had been repairing the revolver all night last night and had no time to pay attention to the wound.

I didn't expect that I would be so careless, and then I got caught in the rain...

All in all, his wound seemed to be infected.