America 1881: Legend of the West

Nava's team of a dozen or so people is not very long, and their Appaloosa horses are not very fast, but they are very familiar with this wasteland.

Chen Jianqiu and the others followed them and galloped towards the south.

It seems that the remaining people of the Nahua tribe have chosen to camp in the mountains to the south.

The group entered the mountain by moonlight.

The mountains here are different from those in Wyoming, Utah and Colorado. The arbor forests will be concentrated according to the distribution of water resources. If you can see the woods, there must be caves and caves with karst landforms around them.

Between each piece of forest, there is a bare area. There may be some low shrubs, or there may be nothing at all.

However, the overall environment in those green arbor forests is relatively good. Compared with Roswell, at least there is water here.

They quickly entered one of the woods, and not long after, a piece of fire appeared in front of Chen Jianqiu's eyes.

It was a camp, with Indians of all ages, young and old, men and women walking back and forth. Most of them were sallow and thin, and they didn't have enough to eat. Chen Jianqiu made a rough estimate and found that there were less than a hundred people.

He was in a daze for a moment. The situation was almost exactly the same as that of Geronimo's tribe. The difference was that the Apache tribe still had a few guns, while this tribe only had bows, arrows, axes and knives as weapons.

The crowd marched to the camp. After getting off their horses, the old man from the Nahua tribe took Chen Jianqiu and the others and sat in front of the bonfire in the largest tent.

Only then did Chen Jianqiu realize that in addition to the old man, the young man who had just cut off the traitor's head was also sitting opposite.

Chen Jianqiu guessed that this old man should be the leader. Even if he is not the chief, he is still the actual person in power. And this young man is probably a very important figure and may be the heir.

The old man hadn't spoken yet, but the young man had already spoken, but it seemed that it was aimed at Geronimo, because after listening to the high priest's translation, the chief's face didn't look good. It could be seen that he had been carrying on With a certain degree of patience.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly realized that there might be nothing left for him for the time being.

He had previously learned from Geronimo that the territories of the two tribes were adjacent to each other, and there was constant friction between them.

No wonder the Indians are where they are today.

It seems that before getting down to business, there are still some troubling and confusing matters to be dealt with between the two tribes.

But soon, the confrontation between the two sides reached a deadlock. The Nahua people on the opposite side looked very ugly, and Geronimo's side was not much better.

What was more painful was the high priest. He had to listen to the fierce language on both sides, and he also had to try to translate using less sharp language.

Obviously, simple Indian tribal language is difficult to achieve.

So, during the stalemate between the two sides, Geronimo roughly translated the conversation between them to Chen Jianqiu.

Young man: Geronimo, I heard that you were chased into the Arizona desert, why did you suddenly come back?

Geronimo: It's none of your business, kid.

Young man: Where are your people? Are they all dead? Or are there just a few of you left?

Geronimo: We killed your enemies, so it's time for you to shut up!

Young man: The enemy should be killed by me! His scalp should be mine! That is my glory!

Elder: (stopping the young man) Don’t talk! (Turns to Geronimo) Chief, I am familiar with the priest next to you and know that you are a very outstanding chief. But if you really want to come back, you should go to your original land next to it instead of Come to our place.

Geronimo: Chief, this is not our original destination. It was not me who directed this battle. It was not me who killed the white man, but the "Heavenly Warrior" beside me.

Young man: You are escaping. Indian warriors are sons of the earth. They should be brave enough to take action. I am ashamed of you.

Geronimo: There's no place for you to talk here, kid.

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Chen Jianqiu was shocked when he heard that this group of Nahuas had been beaten to the point of extinction by Vaughn and his former commander, and they could only harass them at night with bows and arrows.

Although the Nahua people's fighting spirit of "Though Chu has three families, Chu will surely die if Qin is destroyed" is worth encouraging, there is no need to be as smelly and hard as a smelly stone in a latrine.

After all, a broadsword cannot cut the future. These people have not realized the reason why their tribe is on the verge of extinction. In this regard, they are far inferior to Geronimo.

For example, is this how you treat your enemy’s enemies? Don't say they are friends, just let's talk slowly.

I don’t know whether it was because he was getting more and more angry after thinking about the verbal exchange just now, or because he had been living in the shadow of the name Geronimo since he was a child. The young man suddenly stood up, pointed at Geronimo, and screamed. Talked about it.

"What is he doing?" Chen Jianqiu and Geronimo were chatting. When they heard the young man's movements, they looked at the young man at the same time.

"He's challenging me," Geronimo said, "to a wrestling match."

Chen Jianqiu looked at this young man with emotion.

If impulse is the devil, then this young Indian man may have a hell in his heart.

However, this tradition of duel still circulates among Indian tribes, and it can be regarded as a way for them to resolve disputes.

It is more reliable than the "rock, paper, scissors" used by some people later.

Just as Geronimo was about to stand up, Chen Jianqiu pressed his shoulders: "You are the chief, how can you accept such a challenge casually? Let me do it."

"But it was me he challenged." Geronimo shook his head. Indians value honor and escaping from a challenge would be considered a coward.

"It's okay, listen to me. I will return your honor to you when the time comes." Chen Jianqiu turned to the young man.

This young man looked quite strong, half a head taller than Chen Jianqiu. The firelight reflected on his bronze skin, giving off a faint sheen.

After listening to the high priest's translation, the young man kept shaking his head: "You are too thin and can't throw me. You will be thrown to death by me."

Then he continued to turn to Geronimo and shouted provocatively at him: "What's wrong? Chief, are you running away? I told you you are a coward!"

Geronimo couldn't hold himself back anymore and was about to stand up and rush forward, but his shoulder was held firmly by Chen Jianqiu with one hand and he couldn't move at all.

The chief was shocked.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the young man opposite him with a smile on his face and said, "You are not worthy to compete with Geronimo. He is a brave warrior, but you are just making noise."

Chen Jianqiu didn't know how the priest translated it. He suspected that the priest directly cursed the street. The young man looked at him angrily and expressed that he would tear him apart.

The two came to the center of the camp, where there was an open space, probably for tribal people to dance.

The young man had moved to the side of the field and was stretching his muscles.

The old man on the side looked at the strong young man with a kind face.

This child is impulsive, but also bloody. This is the continuation of the Nahua bloodline.

"If your father were still alive, he would be proud of you."

The young man raised his head high. He was proud that the blood of the chief was flowing in his body.

However, Chen Jianqiu listened to the interpreter on the sidelines but disagreed.

In his team, there are two chiefs alone. If you have the blood of a chief, you are considered an egg.

Chen Jianqiu's warm-up exercise was very simple. He just did a few push-ups and leg presses.

The young man opposite shook his head. This seemed too normal. He had to deal with him as soon as possible and then challenge Geronimo.

Therefore, when the elder and the high priest simultaneously signaled the start of wrestling, he rushed directly to Chen Jianqiu on the opposite side.

He firmly grasped Chen Jianqiu's shoulders with both hands, preparing to take advantage of his size to throw the man opposite him to the ground.

But when his hand touched Chen Jianqiu's shoulder, he was a little stunned, because he felt as if he had touched two pieces of iron.

He tried to shake Chen Jianqiu's shoulders, but the man in front of him had his heels rooted to the ground, motionless.

Not only was the lower body motionless, the upper body was motionless as well, like a rock.

"I'm not as thin as you think." Chen Jianqiu showed his white teeth, "It's my turn."

The young man suddenly felt that his body fell to the side involuntarily, with no room for resistance. The next second his butt hit the ground.

The onlookers were also stunned. A short man with half the head of a young man easily threw their future chief to the ground.

The young man scrambled up from the ground and rushed towards Chen Jianqiu again.

But this time, he soon felt that his whole body was flying in the air. Chen Jianqiu directly lifted him high above his head and threw him to the ground.

This time, the young man felt that his waist was almost broken, and his butt seemed to no longer belong to him, and he didn't know how many pieces it had been broken into.

There was silence in the Nahua camp.

Chen Jianqiu was very satisfied with the effect of this wrestling, which at least had the effect of suppressing the situation.

He straightened his clothes and spoke:

"Now, can we talk about business?"

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