America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"Do it? Have you asked me?"

The barrel of the shotgun in Chen Jianqiu's hand had a metallic luster under the light of the fire.

The muzzle of the gun was on Colorados' head.

Although I couldn't understand what the Indians around me were saying, but looking at it like this, they were probably rebelling.

These Indians.

Do whatever you want, No. 1 infighting.

The Longxiang team behind him had already charged up.

Twenty or so heavily armed soldiers reversed the situation in the cave at once.

Geronimo stepped forward and punched Victorio in the face, knocking him staggering.

He still wanted to struggle, but was directly pinned to the ground by the chief.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

In just a few tens of seconds, the leaders of the two rebel tribes were subdued, and the tribe warriors they brought were a little at a loss.

Lozen led the soldiers behind him to lower their guns.

"Chief, you can figure it out."

The matter of the Indians should be left to the Indians themselves.

The fate of a traitor, no matter where he is, is death.

In Indian tribes, the punishment they received was even harsher.

The leaders of the two tribes had their heads cut off.

After suppressing the rebellion of the two tribes by means of thunder, Chen Jianqiu put away the shotgun.

"Chen, you saved my life again, I'm really ashamed." Geronimo shook his head, "I'm really sorry for messing you up, you could have led your tribe to live a peaceful life. "

calm?

Chen Jianqiu smiled wryly in his heart.

I'm afraid the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop.

He didn't discuss the subject with the Chiefs, though.

"How many of you are left?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"I have about twenty here." Geronimo pointed to the Apache fighters in the cave. Chen Jianqiu knew most of these people.

"What about the other two tribes?"

Geronimo looked at the remaining tribal warriors.

They lost their leader, and their eyes were blank.

That's what losing faith looks like.

"In addition to the ones here, there should be some more at the camp in the valley. If we add them up, it's estimated that there are no. 50 people." Geronimo sighed.

"Too little." Chen Jianqiu shook his head again and again.

This kind of person is enough to rob, but he was bitten by Crook's cavalry battalion in the wasteland of New Mexico. He has no power to fight back, and he will only be gnawed to death bit by bit.

"As soon as the gun fires here, Crook and his soldiers will probably find it soon. Let's find a way to move it quickly." Geronimo remembered that outside the valley, not far from here, there were still camps Crook's army.

Chen Jianqiu waved his hand: "Don't worry about them for the time being, they have withdrawn."

He could speak English, but everyone in the cave who could understand stopped what they were doing.

"They withdrew?" The chief was in disbelief.

"Yes, otherwise how would we get in." Chen Jianqiu motioned to the members of the Longxiang team behind him, and took out some of the dry food he carried with him to share with everyone, "I thought of a way, but they are temporarily out of skills."

Chen Jianqiu's words were translated into the tribal language among the Indian warriors.

They all let out a long sigh of relief and showed joy on their faces; and the eyes of the captured tribal fighters also recovered a gleam of light.

If it weren't for the [-] or so chilling Chinese fighters behind Chen Jianqiu, they would have rushed up to celebrate Chen Jianqiu by now.

Geronimo didn't know what to say.

He couldn't remember how many lives he owed Chen Jianqiu, let alone how many times this Chinese saved his tribe's lives.

"Call together the other warriors in the valley." He turned to the warriors of those tribes and said, "Your leader is a traitor, but you are all brave warriors."

The captives who thought they were going to have their heads cut off now received amnesty.

They discussed together and sent some fast runners to call for help in the valley.

The rest of the people stayed and tried to get something to eat with the others.

Chen Jianqiu and Geronimo walked out of the cave.

"Chen, sometimes I am really desperate." This Indian leader with a strong appearance looked up at the starry sky and confided to Chen Jianqiu, "I really don't know what I have brought to my people."

"For more than ten years, I have led my people to fight on the southern border of the United States, but my people have not had a good day, and the young soldiers are dying one by one."

"Sometimes, a terrible idea even comes to my mind, should we put down our guns and find a place to hide; or, as the Colorados said, accept the reservations that the Americans have drawn for us. "

The chief's voice was a little sad. It seemed that this failure had dealt him a serious blow.

"Maybe it's a good idea." Chen Jianqiu said calmly, "At least we don't have to live the days of being chased."

The chief froze.

"Do you think so too?" He didn't believe his friend would say such a thing.

No one spoke outside the cave for a while, only the strange sounds of unknown animals in the desert were heard.

"The Nahua people in Roswell have been exterminated." Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath, "There are no men, women or children left."

Even though he was used to seeing the destruction of Indian tribes, Geronimo still looked very sad when he heard the news.

"Slaughtered by the Pinkerton detectives."

Chen Jianqiu didn't tell the chief that Lynch and his Pinkerton detectives had killed the Indians, but they were only hunting rabbits while looking for traces of themselves.

This tribe hid in the deep mountains and didn't plan to provoke anyone.

This reality is cruel.

Destroy you, what does it have to do with you?

"Never think that someone in this land will give you dignity and peace." Chen Jianqiu looked at Geronimo, "Of course, you can also come to Roswell, and I will do my best to protect your people."

"You Indians choose your future."

"I will never forget my father who died in battle, let alone those tribesmen who were killed by the US military!" Geronimo clenched his fists.

"But, that's all we have left." Geronimo glanced at the cave behind him, looking as if he had more energy than he wanted.

"How many other tribes of Apaches are there in New Mexico?" Chen Jianqiu asked suddenly.

"I'm not sure. There may be ten or twenty people, big or small. In terms of the number, there should be tens of thousands of people. But many of them were deported to the reserve."

"Then, among them, is there anyone willing to pick up a gun and fight again?"

"Yes! The Apaches don't want to be bound by the reservation, and the whites keep breaking the contract." Geronimo touched his heart, "Apaches are all fighters."

"Go and bring them out of the reservation." Chen Jianqiu said to Geronimo, "Use your reputation as the god of war."

"I will provide you with weapons and ammunition. Don't dwell on your original place, the state border with Texas. It's not a suitable place for you to fight,"

"You can use the border to harass Crook's army across the border. After they chase after them, they will run to the other side of the border."

"But, how did you give us the weapons? If the Americans find out that you sent me the weapons, wouldn't that cause you trouble?"

Chen Jianqiu laughed loudly, and patted Geronimo on the shoulder:

"This matter is too simple, you just grab my team and it's over."

The chief was stunned for a moment, but soon understood what Chen Jianqiu meant, and laughed too.

In Geronimo's heart, the flames of war reignited.

Chen Jianqiu was not worried about the Indian chief's fighting spirit at all, let alone questioned his prestige among the Apaches.

He sincerely hopes that the Indians can unite and take back their homeland, although this does not seem realistic at present.

However, they should not just withdraw from history in such a humiliating manner.

When he left Roswell last time, Geronimo made a choice on behalf of his tribe.

And this time, he was representing the Apaches.

From Chen Jianqiu's own perspective, the emergence of an armed force on the U.S.-Mexico border would make Americans wake up from their dreams, and he would wake up with laughter from his dreams.