America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 540 Dig a Pit First
The next day, at the altar on the edge of the town, many residents who were still in the town gathered.

Chen Jianqiu asked Luo Cen to issue an announcement early in the morning, summoning the main figures of the three tribes.

He has a big announcement to make.

Old Marley leaned on a cane, sat on the floor, closed his eyes and rested his mind with confidence.

People from his tribe stood behind him one after another.

But one or two people are missing in the middle.

Clikitart stood aside, toying with a hunting knife, and squinting at old Marley.

There are many more people behind him.

Because he called back all the young people from his tribe working in Juarez one day in advance.

Luo Cen still stood there expressionless.

It seemed that the leaders of the two tribes in front of him were not in his eyes, and standing behind her was an armadillo.

Their number is the least among the three tribes.

The three tribes have lived a harmonious life for a long time, and they are almost indistinguishable from each other, so the atmosphere at this time seems a bit awkward.

Because most people don't know what happened in the past two days.

From the direction of the town came the sound of horseshoes.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

They saw bursts of yellow dust rising there, and after a while, a group of soldiers on horseback appeared in their field of vision.

When Chen Jianqiu and his soldiers approached the town, they slowed down and formed a neat formation, heading towards the altar.

The Indians in the town avoided one after another.

The long line of people walked slowly through the town, then dismounted in front of the altar at the same time, and entered the venue.

Old Marley opened his eyes.

When he saw Chen Jianqiu and the hundred or so heavily armed soldiers behind him, his hands trembled uncontrollably, his crutches fell to the ground at an angle, and rolled twice.

Some bad memories started to hit him.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Old Marley picked up the crutch from the ground, waved it around, and made a very strange arc in the air.

The people present couldn't quite understand the meaning of his action, thinking it was some kind of ancient Indian mysterious ritual.

The crutches stood up again.

Old Marley clutched his cane, his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, his arms trembling.

"Is the leader performing some kind of witchcraft? I think he is very focused and consuming energy." A tribe member behind Old Marley whispered to another man with long hair and shawl.

The two were old Marley's right-hand men, and they both participated in the "night talk" that day.

"Right Arm" nodded his head deeply, and at the same time stared at his leader intently:
"Yes, I have seen this kind of witchcraft. Its function is to obtain the blessing of nature and temporarily control the opponent's mind."

While explaining to the people next to him, he observed the situation of old Marley.

"His witchcraft requires a lot of energy. You see, the leader is sweating on his head."

"He's still working hard. Our leader's concentration is extraordinary. He still keeps his sitting posture. Hey, no."

The old man's body was shaking, and his butt tried several times to get off the ground but failed

The "right arm" finds itself as if wrong:
"The leader needs to stand up, quickly, go up and help him." He whispered to the "left arm".

Two people stepped forward quickly, and one grabbed old Marley's arm and raised him from the ground.

Old Marley was lifted up from the ground suddenly, his eyes were darkened, his head was dizzy, and his body was on the verge of falling.

"Can't you guys slow down?" He said through gritted teeth, "This is too ugly."

"Left arm" and "right arm" didn't dare to talk nonsense, and hurriedly prepared to let go of old Marley's arm.

However, the old man clamped his arms.

"Don't relax, my legs are numb!" Old Marley whispered expressionlessly without looking sideways.

He now feels that the parts below the knees of his two legs are not his own, and they hang limply there.

"Yo? What shape is this?"

Chen Jianqiu passed in front of old Ma Lai, stopped, and looked at the old man with interest.

Old Marley's face was livid, but he couldn't defend himself for a while, so he could only stare at the other party.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the old Marley's tired legs, and roughly understood:

"Hey, for the elderly, the blood vessels are prone to poor circulation when the legs are born. After sitting for a long time, you have to stand up and walk frequently. When you are old, you still need to learn how to maintain your health."

He didn't care whether old Marley understood or not, said.

Old Marley seemed to understand.

Because his face was darker.

"Mr. Chen! You are here!"

Seeing Chen Jianqiu coming, Klickitat rubbed his hands with a smile on his face.

Chen Jianqiu gave him a mysterious smile back.

This smile made Klickitat's mood instantly comfortable.

He glanced at the large number of clansmen behind him, and then at the heavily armed soldiers brought by Chen Jianqiu.

Klickitat was full of confidence.

The leader's position is probably gone!
Chen Jianqiu did not stay by his side, but came to Luo Cen again, and exchanged glances with her.

Then, he walked to the center of the sacrificial place and cleared his throat:
"Geronimo is dead!"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, piercing into the hearts of everyone present.

But at this time, most people still have doubts on their faces.

After all, the news of Geronimo's death has been circulating among the Apaches for more than a day or two, but it has not been fully confirmed.

They always felt that this God of War would not simply fall away.

But Chen Jianqiu's next actions shattered their illusions.

He stretched his hands behind him.

A Chinese soldier handed a blood-stained dress to Chen Jianqiu's hand.

He gently unfolded the clothes in his hands.

The clothes were torn, with a big hole in the back and the sleeves were torn, but the Indians behind Roczen could still tell that the clothes belonged to their great chief.

Geronimo was wearing this dress when he left that day.

"We found this piece of clothing on the edge of a dry river, and there were bloodstains on the nearby stones." Chen Jianqiu lowered his voice and said with "sadness", "Unfortunately, we have no way to find his body, but What is certain is that the war chief was killed."

A burst of wailing came from the crowd behind Luozen.

Many of them followed Geronimo all the way here from the mine, broke through the encirclement and suppression of the US military, and lived a stable life after going through untold hardships.

Geronimo died, their sky collapsed.

Many people couldn't help covering their faces and weeping, and those who didn't shed tears were also full of sadness.

And among the Indians of the other two tribes behind Clikitat and Old Marley, there were also voices of regret.

During Geronimo's tenure as great chief, the old man's bravery and approachability left a deep impression on them.

Perhaps the valley in the south of the border is not their hometown, but the legendary great chief led them to live and work in peace and contentment here.

But now he is one step ahead, which is really embarrassing.

"As the great chief's comrade-in-arms and long-term friend, his death makes me heartbroken. The Apaches have lost a legend; and you have lost an excellent leader!"

Chen Jianqiu's voice was low, "extremely sad".

"But life still has to go on, and we still need an excellent person to lead everyone forward. In our words, it is called 'a country cannot live without a king'. It is recommended that you elect a new candidate as soon as possible to fill Geroni's position." The vacancy left by Mo, that’s the second thing I’m going to say today.”

After Chen Jianqiu finished speaking, he deliberately paused for a while.

He stretched out his hand to the people behind him again, motioning for them to bring the water bag.

At this time, some people couldn't bear it anymore.

Klickitat thought this was an opportunity left to him by Chen Jianqiu.

He glanced left and right, took a step forward, put his feet together, raised his head, and said loudly:

"I am willing to inherit the will of the great chief and take over this burden! Do my best and do my best."

　One, after 12 o'clock on the second watch,
　　
　
(End of this chapter)