Chương 21: Chapter 21: Strong Liquor
"This is my brother's wine. Many people like it, but I don't like it. It tastes too strong. I don't know how the white people brew it." Long Stick entered the tent and took out a wine bag. "Do you want to drink it?"
"No, I use it to heal my wounds." Ma Shao took the wine bag.
"Treat the wound?" Changgun looked confused.
Ma Shao nodded and pulled open his collar: "You have to be prepared, this will hurt."
When a look of tension appeared on Changgun's face, Ma Shao opened the wine bag and poured the liquor onto the wound on his shoulder.
"Ah!" Changgun howled suddenly, sweat oozing out of his body, gasping for breath, "Hmmm hm ah ah ah——"
After a while, the liquor was finally poured out, and he seemed to be about to collapse. His face was pale and he said: "I have lived for 24 years and have never felt such pain... Can it really heal wounds?"
Ma Shao said: "It is normal to feel pain. No treatment process is pleasant."
After cleaning the wound, he found some linen to bandage the long stick, and reminded: "Pay attention to keep the wound clean, this is very important."
"Don't you need to apply herbs?" Long Stick hesitated. In people's minds, herbs and dancing are both necessary treatment methods.
"Strong liquor will be fine." Ma Shao said casually.
Indian witch doctors and shamans are inseparable, and their overfitted medical theories can be directly used as the setting of fantasy novels, which include a large number of strange treatment methods, such as shaman dance and various bizarre herbal recipes.
Ma Shao had no way of distinguishing the good from the bad of these herbs, and he was not sure of their efficacy, let alone their side effects, so he did not trust them. In contrast, the disinfectant effect of alcohol was unquestionable and could definitely play a positive role.
Of course, as the saying goes, even a fool may make many mistakes, but he may also make some good points. The Indians' extremely simple herbal medicine also had some things that surprised him, such as... penicillin.
Yes, that penicillin.
Some Indian witch doctors use mold scraped from trees in treatment, which obviously takes advantage of the effect of penicillin, although the Indians are only following the experience passed down by their ancestors and do not understand the principles behind it.
However, this crude method of utilization is very inefficient and unsafe. It cannot be said that it is penicillin with impurities, but rather impurities in penicillin. Perhaps even bird droppings from the trees are scraped off and mixed together.
Anyway, after knowing this treatment method, Ma Shao felt that he would never use this penicillin unless he was about to die.
In fact, the medicine of this era is generally not very good, and it cannot be compared with modern medicine that will redefine death in the future.
Not to mention the Indians, even American doctors of the same era would utter such helpless lament as "sometimes cure, often help, always comfort".
It can be seen that psychological comfort was the most common form of medical effect in the 19th century and earlier. Cure was a blessing, and it was not uncommon to turn a minor illness into a major one or even kill someone.
Of course, comfort does not mean ineffectiveness. In fact, comfort can often play a positive role, and psychological suggestion is also a good medicine.
So Ma Shao thought for a moment and then said, "This is my unique recipe. It's very magical. Don't worry. You just need to be careful not to let the wound get dirty. Untie the bandage in a few days and see the effect. You will definitely be surprised."
Upon hearing this, Changgun's expression relaxed a lot.
"Let's go count the number of enemies we've killed." He remembered something and left the tent first.
After a few minutes...
"What are you doing?" Changgun looked at Ma Shao who was moving the corpse in confusion.
"These are the enemies I killed." Ma Shao moved another Arapaho corpse to an open space where he had already piled two corpses.
The long stick shook the bloody scalp in his hand and said, "Just cut the scalp, there's no need to move the body, don't you know?"
"...I don't know how to scalp." Ma Shao couldn't bring himself to do it. He thought it was too disgusting, even though it was a necessary skill for almost all warriors living in America, whether white or Indian.
"let me help you."
"No need, I just need to move the bodies. It won't be tiring for me." Ma Shao had amazing strength, so moving a few bodies was easy for him. Soon he had piled nine bodies together.
Of course he killed more than nine Arapaho people, at least twelve or thirteen, but some of the bodies could not be found. Of course, it is possible that they were claimed by other people... Taking credit for something is not uncommon in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad.
The Apache warriors who went in pursuit returned to the camp one after another. The battle was officially declared over and the joy of victory filled the camp.
"What a great counterattack! The Arapaho chief will probably cry tonight, haha!"
"After this lesson, they will probably stay quiet for a while."
"I think we should have continued the pursuit and driven the Arapaho back to the plateau!"
Among all the Apaches, the most excited ones were undoubtedly the warriors of the Sleeping Bear Clan. Only one person died in their team of twenty people, and none of the rest were seriously injured.
And they killed more than fifty Arapaho, and almost every man killed two or more of the enemy.
The nine corpses piled up beside him made Ma Shao the focus of everyone's attention.
However, Ma Shao had no time to enjoy people's envy and admiration at the moment, but was busy treating the wounded.
The treatment method is the same as before. After disinfection with strong liquor, use clean linen as a bandage to bandage the wound. Although it is simple, it is somewhat effective.
During the treatment, the pain caused by the strong liquor poured on their wounds made all the wounded remember him, and they might never forget it for the rest of their lives.
Of course, the wounded must have remembered the few words he repeated over and over again, such as "wound cleaning" and "unique recipe".
"nine!"
When the Plains Chief learned of Ma Shao's battle record, he was shocked and even couldn't believe it. However, the nine corpses piled in the camp and the testimony of other warriors forced him to believe that it was true.
"Ma Shao, I was right about you. You are an excellent warrior! I even think that it won't be long before you become the war chief of the tribe!" He quickly recovered from his shock, walked to Ma Shao, laughed and patted his shoulder.
"All Apaches will remember your great deeds. At tomorrow's ceremony, I will award you nine eagle feathers on behalf of the Plains Tribe!"
Most Indian warriors would only have two or three eagle feathers in their entire lives. Having nine eagle feathers was a great honor and also meant a certain kind of power. For example, on the battlefield, those with more feathers on their heads could command those with fewer feathers.
Ma Shao was not very excited about this. He just responded with some polite words. A few eagle feathers were not what he was looking for.
Just as the chief said, to celebrate the victory, people held a celebration ceremony the next day. Not only the plains tribe, but all the Apache tribes stationed here participated in the ceremony.
In addition to the tent guards, there were three great chiefs present, one from the Mescalero, the other from the Jicarilla, and the Chiricahua tribes.
The Apache Council, composed of four great chiefs, is the highest command body of this army of one thousand people.
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