America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then threw the remaining cigarette butt on the ground.

Guys, this is a bit of a hassle.

Asuka told him that Sitting Bull and his father, Crazy Horse, were sworn brothers.

The two of them pulled another ruthless man, Chief Hongyun, to form the Sioux Alliance.

The three of them led the Sioux fighters in the Little Boghorn River Valley (little boghorn river, the famous Little Big Horn River) and beat the U.S. troops all over the place, directly killing the "famous general" Custer.

Are they being driven to the reservation now too?
What a hero.

Looking at Asuka's posture, it might be a bit difficult for him to stay out of the matter.

With his knowledge of Roosevelt.

In the later Spanish-American War, this guy formed a team of cavalry, known as the First American Cavalry Brigade, and rushed to Cuba, just facing Spain.

If it was really done by the Sioux, this person might not have just pulled up a group of militiamen to attack the Indian reservation.

Chen Jianqiu fell into deep thought.

"Sir, let's forget it, we alone can't do anything about those Indians."

On the other side, Pink said to Roosevelt with that dead horse face.

Roosevelt ignored him.

He walked to Chen Jianqiu's side.

"What do you think?"

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while, then raised his head.

He took Roosevelt aside and said to him:

"Whether those Indians did it, I can't say. But I don't suggest you kill the door if you are not sure."

"The terrain is complicated there, and the Indians fight at home, so you can't get much benefit."

"Do you have a better way?"

Behind Roosevelt's glasses, his eyes flickered.

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the Asuka on one side:

"This person used to be one of the chiefs of the Sioux tribe. Let him contact the chief of the Sioux tribe over there. Let's find a place to meet."

"No, I'll go directly."

Roosevelt adjusted his glasses, looking heroic.

"Aren't you afraid that those Indians will detain you?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Roosevelt.

"Then do you think they will detain me? Or kill me directly?" Roosevelt asked back.

Chen Jianqiu chuckled.

"If I'm here, I should at least be able to keep you alive."

"That's right." Roosevelt stroked his palm, "I don't believe anyone can touch me under the eyes of the boss of the Border Detective Agency."

After that, he walked towards his horse.

"Pink, you don't want to go, go to the town to investigate and investigate. With Mr. Chen following me, I'm safe."

Roosevelt immediately gave instructions to the policemen.

The ranch that was attacked was originally on the edge of the reserved area.

So Chen Jianqiu and the others walked out of the gate of the ranch and headed directly towards the Indian territory.

Birds lead the way ahead.

He quickly found his way according to the traces on the ground that should have been left by the Indians.

After walking for about two hours, they arrived near a rock.

Asuka reined in the reins and stopped.

"Are you there?" Chen Jianqiu looked around.

The rocks in front blocked the way, and at the same time there were several forks, and further inside, it seemed to be a small valley.

"There should be someone patrolling around here," Asuka said.

Immediately, facing the direction of the valley, he shouted loudly in the Sioux language:

"Uncle Sitting Bull! I'm Asuka! Please meet me!"

Asuka's chest throbbed endlessly.

After a lapse of several years, he finally spoke his mother tongue again.

He thought he had forgotten.

The voice echoed in the rocks, waiting for a response in the same language.

"Flying bird?"

Several Indian warriors came out from behind an inconspicuous rock.

Dressed in animal skins and holding old-fashioned Martini-Henry rifles, they approached discreetly.

The Indian walking in the front rubbed his eyes, and the expression on his face quickly changed from suspicion to surprise.

"Fuck, Asuka, it's really you!"

Asuka jumped off the horse, rushed over, and hugged the Indian tightly.

The two exchanged pleasantries with each other in the language of the Sioux.

"It's me, my good brother!"

"I thought you were dead!"

"It was almost, but I survived, but I am the only one left in my tribe."

Although Asuka and the Indian named "Turtledove" grew up in different tribes, they fought against the whites together, even when they were children.

"Is Uncle Sitting Bull okay?" Asuka asked.

"It's still the same, talking about it every day."

Turtledove squinted at Roosevelt, Chen Jianqiu and Xiao En behind Asuka.

He showed a hint of alertness.

Especially for Roosevelt with glasses.

"They want to see Chief Sitting Bull. There are some things that they need to ask." Asuka said.

"Then you come with me."

The turtledove led the crowd around a bend and entered the cliff.

They walked a distance.

Going further in, it really is a small valley.

What caught Chen Jianqiu's eyes was a white tent in the middle of the valley.

Indians, men and women, shuttled back and forth between the tents.

Some of them are processing the prey on their hands, and some are mending clothes with animal skins.

Several Indian children were playing around with bone sticks of prey in their hands.

Chen Jianqiu observed for a while, most of them were sallow and thin, and they didn't look energetic at first glance.

When Chen Jianqiu and the others entered the camp, the gazes of these people more or less lingered on them for a while.

Some of them knew Asuka and greeted him, while others were surprised at the white man Roosevelt behind Asuka.

After all, very few white people would come here.

Most of the people who came had guns.

As for the end of those people, most of them were lying on the bad ground outside, and the corpses had already left only bones.

As for whether it was air-dried or eaten by wild animals, it is unknown.

"Uncle Sitting Bull!"

Asuka saw an old man in the middle of the camp.

At this time, he was sitting on a piece of wood with his eyes closed.

There was a shelf on the campfire in front of him, and a clay bowl was placed on the shelf.

Some herbs were being boiled in the pottery bowl, bubbling with dark green bubbles.

A puff of white smoke rose from the pottery bowl and continuously penetrated into the old man's nose.

Chen Jianqiu looked at this old man, no matter how he looked, he looked like a magic stick.

The old man has always been a shell of his soul, deaf to the world around him.I have been traveling in my own world.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he saw Asuka, his face recovered.

"It's you, Asuka."

Sitting Bull smiled kindly.

He waved at Asuka, signaling him to sit beside him.

Then he turned to Roosevelt:
"My stranger, what are you doing here?"

Sitting Bull's face was very calm, like a pool of water.

He speaks very fluent English.

"Outside the reserve, a ranch was looted. Did you send anyone there this morning?"

Sitting Bull nodded slightly.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

Roosevelt's expression darkened.

Chen Jianqiu closely observed every move of the surrounding Indians.

He was thinking of any way to avoid conflicts here as much as possible, and at least keep Roosevelt alive.

Otherwise, this trip would be in vain.

But Sitting Bull spoke again.

While stroking the head of Asuka, it was like stroking his own child.

"But the looting of the ranch has nothing to do with us. When our people arrived there, it was already in ruins."

Chen Jianqiu let go of his heart.

Why does this old guy like to pant when he speaks?

"Oh? Why are you going to that ranch?"

Judging from Roosevelt's voice, however, it seemed that he didn't quite believe the chief's statement.

"There's a lot of smoke coming up on the edge of our reserve, of course I'm going to send someone to look at it."

The chief's explanation was seamless.

"So much blood has been shed on this land, I don't want to see the killing go on."

Sitting Bull took a look at his people.

He is the chief and the prophet of the tribe.

But as a prophet, he can't see the future of his race clearly, and there is a fog in his mind.

Roosevelt wanted to ask something, but Chen Jianqiu called him aside.

"I just observed the Indian camp, but I didn't see the dozens of missing sheep and horses." Chen Jianqiu said in a low voice.

"Will they be hidden somewhere?" Roosevelt raised a possibility.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

"There is no need for this. The people in this tribe are starved to death. If they really robbed it, there is no need to hide it; what's more, we didn't notify them before we came."

Roosevelt thought about it and found it reasonable.

If he were these Indians, he would definitely not let those sheep go, and bring them back to share with the tribe as soon as possible.

Dozens of sheep.

Putting it outside is neither safe nor troublesome.

"So, next, we only need to find out where the sheep went, and then follow the clues to find out who did it."