Capítulo 17: Chapter 17: Plain Tribe
Stone Crow looked thoughtful, then raised his head to look at the sky: "The scene just now seemed familiar, as if it had appeared in my dream. Hmm, this must contain some kind of revelation from the Great Spirit."
"..."Ma Shao was speechless for a while.
But others took this matter very seriously, especially the old chief, who asked seriously, "Do we need to change the plan?"
"Probably not necessary." Stone Crow shook his head slowly.
"It seems like a good sign," said the chief. "The clan will hold a ceremony tonight, and the great spirit will surely bless you to return victoriously."
As he said, the people of the Mianxiong clan held a grand shaman ceremony that night, praying to the gods and ancestors for the tribesmen who were going to the war.
When night falls, skilled fire-makers first ignite wood chips, and then a bright bonfire rises in the camp.
When the bonfire was burning fiercely, a skinned North American bison was put on the rack. Under the roasting flames, the fat sizzled and the rich aroma of meat gradually spread out.
People were eating beef, dancing and shouting around the fire at the top of their lungs, and some were even going crazy, as if they were high.
Twenty tribesmen are about to go into war, and their enemy is the Arapaho, the most ferocious Indian tribe on the Colorado Plateau and the North American prairie.
When they gathered in the tribe, the bad news of the army's annihilation could come at any time, and those who stayed in the clan might also lose their loved ones at any time.
Faced with such a huge risk, the people praying were unprecedentedly crazy, like madmen.
Ma Shao once heard a friend say in his previous life: Superstition comes from a fragile ability to resist risks.
He had no opinion on this statement before, but now, looking at the many tribesmen praying hard, he suddenly felt that it made sense.
In the original history, this kind of ritual would evolve into the "Ghost Dance Movement" decades later - when the white people were on the road to final victory, the completely desperate Indians finally united, they danced and prayed like crazy, they devoutly believed that as long as all the Indians danced together until the dawn of the fifth day, the great spirit would destroy all the white people and return everything they had lost.
Then, in the midst of their mad and desperate ghost dance, the white men completed the final massacre.
Since then, no one has paid attention to the struggle of the Indians, because everyone knows that they have completely lost...
Ma Shao did not join the frenzy of dancing among the tribesmen, but just sat in a corner eating barbecue. Although he was actually an official shaman priest, he was not only supposed to participate, but also lead the dance.
"Brother Whistle, didn't you say that you don't like fighting?" The little sparrow ran over and asked.
"Yeah." Ma Shao stuffed a large piece of barbecue into her mouth.
The little sparrow first finished the barbecue that was stuffed into his mouth, then wiped the oil off his mouth and continued to ask: "Then why did you go to war!"
"Well... because that's why I hate war." Ma Shao paused.
The little sparrow looked at him in confusion.
Ma Shao continued, "If you are trapped in a cave and a fire breaks out at the entrance and burns towards you, the correct thing to do is not to retreat into the cave, but to rush out in time towards the fire."
"America is a cave with no escape. The fierce enemy is a flame, and you cannot expect it to retreat until its fuel runs out."
The little sparrow seemed to understand but not quite.
Seeing that she was about to ask another question, Ma Shao tore off another large piece of barbecue and fed it to her, while changing the subject.
"Little Sparrow, let me ask you a difficult question. Do you think heavy objects fall faster, or light objects fall faster?"
"Of course it's something heavy!"
"So if a heavy object is tied to a light object, will the falling speed increase or decrease?"
"Hmm...it should be slower."
"When two objects are tied together, their weight must be heavier. In this case, shouldn't their falling speed be faster?"
"Yes, that should be faster."
"But light objects fall slowly, and the slower ones will definitely drag down the faster ones, so shouldn't the falling speed be slower?"
"This..." The little sparrow was stunned, and then fell into confusion. He squatted down with his two pigtails pulled, "How could this happen..."
A small physics problem successfully made the little girl start to doubt her life. Ma Shao continued to eat barbecue quietly, keeping his achievements and fame to himself.
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The so-called "Indians" is a name given by white people because Columbus mistook America for India and the native Americans for Indians.
In the Indians' own world, there is almost no similar concept. In the minds of most Indians, the largest group division is "tribe", such as the Apache, Comanche, and Arapaho.
Generally speaking, a clan is not a strict organization, and some are not even organizations at all, but just a cultural connection.
A relatively strict organization is the "tribe" under the "clan". For example, there are seven main tribes under the Apache tribe. The Sleeping Bear clan belongs to the "Plains Tribe" among these seven tribes, also known as the "Kiowa Apache Tribe".
It is called the Plains Tribe because most of the people live on the plains, and it is called the Kiowa Apache Tribe because this tribe has a close relationship with the Kiowa tribe and sometimes even lives together.
As members of the Plains Tribe, the Sleeping Bear Clan must of course obey the orders of the Plains Chief and be summoned to participate in tribal wars and other various miscellaneous activities.
It's just that because the Sleeping Bear Clan suffered heavy losses in the attack of white people in the past, they have been using the excuse of recuperation in recent years and have not fulfilled any obligations. Every spring they just let the Stone Crows go over to dance and that's it.
Until this year, on the one hand, the conflict between the Apaches and the Arapaho intensified, and on the other hand, the Sleeping Bear Clan was too embarrassed to continue recuperating, so they responded to the call of the Great Chief again after a lapse of three years and sent a team to fight for the Apache together with other clans.
Led by Stone Crow, after six days' journey, twenty warriors of the Sleeping Bear Clan entered the territory of Mexico - of course, in their opinion, the Apache were the real masters here.
This was the front line of the battle between the Apaches and the Arapaho. The Arapaho army rushed down from the southeast edge of the Colorado Plateau, intending to break through the Apache defenses.
But the Apaches were no pushovers. Facing the brutal Arapaho, they engaged in a tug-of-war and fought each other for many years.
The year before Ma Shao was reborn, the father of this body died on this battlefield.
Therefore, when he came here in person, Ma Shao felt somewhat strange in his heart.
"We're almost there." Stone Crow rode on his horse and pointed forward. Some conical tents could be vaguely seen at the end of his field of vision.
"The chief of the tribe is over there."
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