Chapter 14: Comanche

Comanche.

Like the Apache, the Comanche also became the name of an American helicopter gunship. There are many similar cases, such as Chinook, Kiowa, Lakota, Choctaw, Iroquois...

As a tribe whose name can be used to name an armed helicopter, the Comanches are naturally brave and good at fighting.

But that was in the past.

Decades ago, the Comanches were indeed as powerful as the Apaches and were an Indian group with a strong martial spirit.

However, they were soon defeated by the more martial Arapaho and suffered a severe blow.

Later, in order to stop the war as soon as possible, the Comanche had to form an alliance with the Cheyenne. The Cheyenne was the closest ally of the Arapaho and acted as a mediator to make the two sides stop fighting.

From then on, the Comanches were in a rather awkward position.

Several tribes that were still fighting the Arapaho, such as the Apache and Navajo, thought they were cowards and even traitors and looked down on them.

The Arapaho and Cheyenne did not really regard the Comanches as their own people. They would occasionally cause minor friction and take the opportunity to extort money and goods from them.

"Any other news?"

Stone Crow shook his head: "No, in fact, this person didn't say anything. I have seen him before in the Twin Wolf Clan and have some impression of him."

"Why did you come to steal horses?" The chief looked at the Comanche.

He knew some Comanche language, and combined with the traditional Indian sign language used for external communication, he was able to basically express his meaning.

The Comanche lay on the ground, not saying a word. The blood loss and severe pain from his broken arm made his face pale and his body trembled slightly.

Seeing that he seemed to be speechless, the old chief couldn't help but frowned, and after a while he said: "I think we have to talk to the Twin Wolf Clan, otherwise it may cause trouble."

Then he pointed at a few people and said, "Tomorrow morning, you will follow me to the Twin Wolf Clan. Stone Crow, you will stay in the clan."

"Yes, Chief."

Ma Shao said quickly: "Chief, take me with you."

His physical condition didn't allow it before, but now that he has grown tall and strong, he naturally wants to have more contact with the outside world now that he has the opportunity.

The old chief thought for a moment and said, "Then you should come along too. I know you always want to see the outside."

"Okay, it's getting late, everyone should go to bed now and have a good sleep."

Everyone dispersed and Ma Shao walked towards his tent.

"Brother Whistle!" A crisp voice came from behind. When he turned around, the little sparrow appeared in front of him.

"What's wrong?"

Compared with three years ago, the little sparrow has grown a lot and is now a pretty girl. She has two braids that sway when she walks.

She ran to Ma Shao with a slightly red face: "Brother Shao, are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fine." Ma Shao smiled, then touched the little sparrow's head, "Don't worry about me, go back and rest."

As he touched the head, the little sparrow shrank its neck shyly like a little sparrow and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Oh..."

Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, but in the end she went back to rest obediently.

Looking at the little sparrow leaving, Ma Shao was silent for a moment, shook his head and turned back into the tent.

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The next morning.

Ma Shao woke up and couldn't help grimacing, but the pain in his hands and feet had not yet gone away.

However, he did not give up. Instead, he endured the pain in his limbs, quickly put on his clothes, took his weapons, washed up, and prepared to set off.

I don't know why, but since his rebirth, his self-control seems to have become much stronger.

In his previous life, when the weather was cold, he didn't even want to get out of bed. But now, his limbs ached, but he got up and dressed without even a second's hesitation.

Ma Shao thought that this might be due to differences in physical fitness and self-expectations.

There is no doubt that he is now a macho man, whose physical fitness completely surpasses the fat otaku in his previous life, and his energy is almost unbelievable.

Of course, what is more important should be the change in self-expectations.

Although Ma Shao often reminds himself not to be arrogant, not to be arrogant, not to be arrogant... but as a reborn person, he still has a feeling of being blessed by destiny from time to time.

Although this thought never reached the point of overwhelming his mind, it always lingered in his mind. Even though Ma Shao was clearly aware of its existence, he was unable to eradicate it.

This was something he had never expected when he had imagined rebirth in the past. Real rebirth would actually produce such profound changes in a person's psychology. It was like reinstalling the driver for his spiritual world.

But overall, it's a good thing.

The arrogance brought about by rebirth forced Ma Shao to significantly raise his expectations of himself, and for a rational person, expectations are almost requirements.

After the morning cleaning work was completed, Ma Shao's self-importance suffered a certain degree of blow - it was the same every day, and defecation without toilet paper was frustrating.

Others are still preparing.

Ma Shao took out a piece of wood and carved a cross on it with a dagger. He did this every morning. It was his way of recording the date.

From this board he was able to determine the present date - April 12, 1844 AD.

After a while.

"It's time to go!" The old chief took a puff of his cigarette and then climbed onto his horse. He was riding an old horse, probably nearly twenty years old, and looked quite thin.

Everyone mounted their horses, and the horse whistle also rode on the black front. Including the wounded Comanche captive, there were eight people in total. Of course, there was also the body of another horse thief, which was put in a bag and carried on the horse.

If there are too many people, it will inevitably make the other party feel uneasy. If you go alone, you will inevitably feel uneasy. The chief thinks that such a team is just right.

"Let's go." The old chief pulled the reins and led the team out of the camp of the Sleeping Bear Clan.

The Comanche Twin Wolf Clan is located in the southwest, not too far away, about fifty or sixty kilometers away, and can be reached on the same day.

The Midwest of the United States is vast and sparsely populated, and we didn't see anyone along the way. The group successfully arrived at the camp of the Twin Wolf Clan in the afternoon.

"Stop!" As soon as they approached the camp, a Comanche warrior on horseback patrol warned, "Who are you?"

"I am the chief of the Sleeping Bear clan of the Apache tribe." The chief said in his not very fluent Comanche language, while using sign language.

Indians have many different languages, but they have a set of sign language that is common to almost all tribes and is essential in diplomatic occasions. Of course, this sign language cannot express complex meanings.

"I came to see your chief and want to talk about him." Chief Sleeping Bear moved to the side and pointed at the Comanche captives behind him.

Ever since approaching the camp of the Twin Wolf Clan, the captive has kept his head down. When the clan members showed up, he didn't even dare to face them.