America 1881: Legend of the West

Chen Jianqiu walked to the young man's side, stretched out a hand to him, and pulled him up from the ground.

The young man was in awe. This Chinese man didn't look tall, but his strength was as high as a high wall and out of reach.

After comparing muscles, it’s time to sit back at the negotiating table.

Everyone sat around the bonfire again.

Now their eyes were all focused on Chen Jianqiu. Not many people had noticed this silent Chinese before. They thought he was some new figure who had just appeared in the Apache tribe. Just dressed like a cowboy.

"I only want to say one thing: welcome you back." Chen Jianqiu's words were brief and easy to translate.

He was not willing to talk to these Nahuas about land ownership. That was a matter between the white people who drove them out and them.

It is meaningless to discuss these now.

This tribe is on the verge of destruction, and their way of life and cognition can no longer stop the rolling wheels of history.

Survive or destroy, they have to make a choice themselves.

"The original group of people are gone, but I can't guarantee whether they will come back. At least now, no one will discriminate or expel you. You can choose your own path for the future. I respect you."

Chen Jianqiu stopped talking and waited silently for Geronimo and the high priest to translate.

After listening to the high priest's translation, the old man and the young man opposite were silent for a while. In the end, it was the old man who spoke, but his reaction was more or less beyond Chen Jianqiu's expectations.

"We won't go back, there's nothing left of that place."

Chen Jianqiu knows what "nothing left" refers to.

While he and Holmes were searching for oil near Roswell, they saw the remains of some settlements, almost all of which had been destroyed by fire.

The Indians' way of survival determines that they will not occupy much land. However, conflicts will eventually arise between different beliefs and lifestyles.

The solution chosen by Vaughn and his predecessor who was bitten by a rattlesnake was suppression, because in their view, the land belonged to their employer.

"Then why do you keep attacking the Roswell garrison?" Chen Jianqiu was a little strange.

"It's revenge," the young man said. "They robbed our land and killed our brothers and sisters. We want revenge."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the young man and seemed to see another bird. These people's values ​​​​are very simple and understandable.

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

Chen Jianqiu knew that they might have some reasons that they didn't say.

The attack on Roswell may also be to obtain some supplies that their tribe depends on for survival.

He turned his head and glanced at the men, women and children behind him.

"I will send someone to deliver some supplies later." Chen Jianqiu said, "But we don't have much."

"We will exchange things with you." The young man said arrogantly that his tribe would not accept charity.

"That's best." Chen Jianqiu stood up and shook the hands of the elder and the young man.

The two sides thus reached a preliminary non-aggression treaty, which was simple but fragile. Obviously, the two sides did not yet have much trust in each other.

These Nahuas were not the same as the Apaches.

Through this period of contact, he established a certain degree of fighting friendship with the Apaches.

More importantly, Chen Jianqiu has learned what kind of person their chief Geronimo is.

He has high prestige in his tribe and can completely control his people.

"By the way, where is this place further south?" Chen Jianqiu asked seemingly casually.

"South?" The elder looked puzzled after hearing the translation, "We have never been there before."

"Never been there?" Chen Jianqiu once again confirmed the accuracy of the information.

"Yes, there is a river further south. I have never set foot on the south side of the river since I can remember." The elders said, "The elders said that it is the realm of the devil."

"Are there any other Nahua tribes around you?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

The old man shook his head.

"Well, besides the devil, do your tribe have any legends about the other side of the river?" Chen Jianqiu tried to get more information.

The old man still shook his head.

Chen Jianqiu understood. If the old man hadn't lied, the treasure would most likely be somewhere in the south. He would know by comparing it with the treasure map when he went back.

However, these Nahua people, either out of awe or lack of information inheritance, have not become the guardians of the treasure. Their ancestors used rumors to keep the people away from that place.

In addition, there is another possibility.

Is there really a devil out there?

Thinking of this, Chen Jianqiu touched his stubble-covered chin and smiled.

He is not afraid of the devil.

Although he doesn't quite understand the rules on this continent, he usually uses physical methods to exorcise demons.

Seeing that the Nahuas had no intention of staying as guests, Chen Jianqiu stood up and left with Geronimo and the high priest.

On the way back, Geronimo and Chen Jianqiu walked slowly side by side.

He didn't speak much along the way, and after coming out of the Nahua camp, he looked worried.

"Chief, my promise to you has never changed. I think this is a good place to live." Chen Jianqiu suddenly turned his head and said to Geronimo sincerely, "You and your tribe can stay here. "

"Although the external threat has not been eliminated, I will solve this problem as soon as possible." He added.

The moonlight illuminated Geronimo's vicissitudes of life. He looked at Chen Jianqiu and smiled: "I understand what you mean, Chen."

"I've been thinking about this issue all this time."

He turned his head and looked at the distant horizon: "But I still want to visit the place where I grew up. It's not far from here."

"But what if there are US troops there? Crook's army is still wandering near the Chihuahuan Desert." Chen Jianqiu told the cruel reality, "We cannot compete with them for the time being."

"Let me go and take a look. If I pass by there without taking a look, I will regret it for the rest of my life." Geronimo said firmly.

Chen Jianqiu did not continue to persuade him. He knew that this was the insistence of a tribal leader.

Many things will eventually disappear in the long river of history. Doing something when you know you can't do it is a kind of courage and an elegy when the curtain is about to fall.

"I will support you. If the worst happens, I will protect your people." Chen Jianqiu made a promise.

Geronimo looked at Chen Jianqiu and smiled. He stretched out one of his palms and gave Chen Jianqiu a high-five.

A gentleman's promise is worth a thousand gold.

"However, I still hope you can come back alive." Chen Jianqiu took out a cigar and threw it to him.

Geronimo lit up the cigar. He had fallen in love with it since he started dealing with Chen Jianqiu.

He took a breath and sighed: "I just can't continue to help you find treasures."

"It doesn't matter, the location is basically confirmed, I will go there myself,"

Chen Jianqiu had a cigar in his mouth and folded his coat with both hands.

The winter night in the mainland wilderness is a bit cold.

The topic of survival is not limited to these Indians.

As a person who traveled from later generations, he knew that next year, in 1882, the arrival of a bill would make the winter for Chinese in the United States even colder.

Winter is coming.

There are tens of thousands of Ande Guangsha, sheltering the world with joy.

And he is the builder.

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