Capítulo 41: Chapter 41: Steady Followers
Everyone was silent for a long time, staring blankly at the thunder-like figure in the middle. In the past half minute, many people believed that everything they saw was a miracle.
God showed justice with brilliant lightning.
The expression on the tent guard's face changed. He turned to look at his people. From their eyes, he was sure that no one would obey his orders.
He looked at Ma Shao again, and his right hand holding the knife tightened and loosened at times, showing his hesitation and nervousness.
There is no doubt that Ma Shao is very ill now, staggering and may fall down at any time.
But the man guarding the tent still didn't dare to do it himself. After all, this guy's physique was so big and scary, and once he took action, the tribesmen behind him might rebel directly, at least some of them would definitely rebel.
Furthermore, no one could ignore the shocking thunder scene just now, and the person guarding the tent was a little worried that he might offend the will of God.
So after hesitating for a while, the tent guard could only snort in humiliation, throw down the knife, turn around and leave: "Humph!"
Ma Shao breathed a sigh of relief, which almost made him faint. He quickly tightened his grip on the spear and turned to look at Crow: "You... should remember me."
"Remember." The crow lowered his head.
Ma Shao nodded: "If you agree to my two conditions, I can let you go."
"What conditions?"
Ma Shao panted weakly for a while and continued, "The first condition is that from now on, the Arapaho people will never invade any indigenous tribe again, and will never provoke war against other indigenous tribes again."
"…The second condition is, as I just said, the indigenous people should unite. When you go back, you must convey my voice to all Arapaho people. I am the first person to let go of hatred, and I hope you will be the next."
The crow said, "I can agree to this, but I am not the only one who has the final say among the Arapaho people..."
"It doesn't matter." Ma Shao's voice was still weak and calm, but the next words made Crow shudder, "I can make you leave, and I can make you come back... If you are unwilling to let go of your hatred, I will make you give up your lives."
Crow recalled the fear of being crushed on the battlefield yesterday and said quickly: "You are an awesome hero. I swear on my life and honor that I will do my best to make all Arapaho people abide by your terms!"
Ma Shao said nothing more and cut a few ropes: "You guys go..."
Many Arapaho people were stunned for a moment, then they reacted, quickly untied the ropes from each other, and left one after another in the rain.
Many people thanked Ma Shao in Arapaho. Although Ma Shao did not understand it, he could roughly guess what it meant.
"Thank you for your kindness." Finally, the crow bowed solemnly and left the Apache camp.
Ma Shao finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes went dark, he lost consciousness, and fell into the rain with a plop.
"teacher!"
"Instructor!"
…
I don't know how much time had passed, maybe three hours, or maybe three days.
When Ma Shao woke up from his coma, the thunderstorm had already ended, the sky was clear, and the bright sunshine rushed through all the holes and cracks.
And it seemed very quiet outside.
This was very unusual. At least in Ma Shao's memory, it had never been so quiet outside except late at night in the past few months.
It's like a different place.
Damn it, I'm not reborn again, am I?
Ma Shao quickly turned over and shook his head vigorously, and his sleepy senses gradually regained their former sharpness.
He was still a little dizzy, and even had some vague memory of what happened before he fell into a coma. It was not until he saw the wound on his left arm that he suddenly remembered a lot.
Oh, and the infected wound, the high fever, and the Arapaho captives…
Compared to before he fell into a coma, his wounds were much better, at least no longer red, swollen or festering, and his high fever naturally subsided. It seemed that his immune system had already declared its final victory inside his body.
Apart from hunger, Ma Shao didn't feel any discomfort now.
"Teacher, you're awake!" At this time, the mouse hunter came in from outside and said in surprise.
"Yeah, I just woke up." Ma Shao took out a bag of beef jerky and said while chewing it, "How long have I been unconscious?"
"Two days." said the Rat Hunter. "We are having a barbecue outside. Teacher, come and eat with us."
Ma Shao immediately put down the beef jerky, stood up and followed the mouse hunter out of the tent. Although he was tired of eating barbecue, it was better than eating jerky anyway.
As soon as he walked out of the tent, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"this..."
Ma Shao blinked and looked at the camp in blank stare.
Empty campsite.
In the past, the Apache camp had hundreds of conical tents of various sizes, a large number of war horses, and tribesmen walking around.
However, at this moment, only one-tenth of the tents were left in the camp, and correspondingly only about one-tenth of the people, horses, and various sundries were left.
No wonder he felt it was so quiet outside when he just woke up, it turned out that almost everyone had left.
"Now that the war is over, people must return to their respective clans." Stone Crow came over from not far away and very considerately handed over a roasted beef leg.
"I see." Ma Shao nodded in understanding.
The basic unit of the Indians was the clan. During wartime, warriors would respond to the call of the tribe or tribal alliance, leave the clan and gather at the front line.
Once peace is restored, people will return to their clans and live with their relatives and friends.
In the previous battle, the horsewhistles had inflicted heavy damage on the Arapaho, and the Crows had promised to keep the peace, so the war was undoubtedly over.
Ma Shao walked towards the crowd gathered around the campfire while gnawing on a cow leg.
"What about you? Why don't you go back to your clan?" he asked. There were still about a hundred people left in the camp, all of them familiar faces.
"We plan to follow you, Teacher Ma Shao." Changgun stood up and said earnestly.
"That's right, instructor, let us and our clan join sleeping bear!" Du Tiao also stood up and said. He was a one-eyed man, but he was excellent in archery and shooting.
Ma Shao was somewhat touched. He was silent for a while and said, "Thank you for your trust... But I also hope that you will seriously consider that following me may have some risks. You know that I have always regarded the American colonists as my primary enemy."
"White people are the primary enemy, and that's why we follow the instructor!" shouted Prairie Wolf, wearing a wooden crown on his head, proving that he was the new Game King.
"Teacher, only you can lead us to defeat the white people!"
Stone Crow smiled and patted Ma Shao on the shoulder: "I have talked to them. Everyone who stayed here firmly trusts you. They are willing to bring their entire clan to join us."
"In fact, it's not just them. There are many others who also want to follow you, but those people can't make the decision yet. They must go back and discuss with the clan before they can make a decision."
Regarding the reader group, there was one before, but because there were not many people, and I rarely go online, every time I go online, a lot of people leave the group, and the group has long been deserted. So for the time being, I will not set up a reader group, and everyone can just post in the book review area.
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