America 1881: Legend of the West

"Do it? Have you asked me?"

The barrel of the shotgun in Chen Jianqiu's hand glowed with a metallic luster under the firelight.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against Coloradas' head.

Although I couldn't understand what the Indians around me were saying, but from the looks of it, they were probably rebelling.

These Indians.

No matter what you do, internal strife comes first.

The Long Xiang group behind him had already charged forward.

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

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

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

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

In just a few dozen seconds, the leaders of the two rebel tribes were subdued, and the tribal soldiers they brought were at a loss.

Loczen led the soldiers behind him to unload their guns.

"Chief, it's up to you."

Indian affairs should be left to the Indians themselves to resolve.

The fate of traitors, wherever they are, is death.

In the Indian tribes, the punishment they received was even more severe.

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

After suppressing the rebellion of the two tribes with thunderous means, Chen Jianqiu put away his shotgun.

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

calm?

Chen Jianqiu smiled bitterly in his heart.

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

But he did not discuss the subject with the chief.

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

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

"Where are the other two tribes?"

Geronimo looked at the remaining tribe warriors.

They lost their leader, and their eyes were blank.

This is what losing faith looks like.

"In addition to the ones here, there should be a few more in the camp in the valley. Together, we estimate there are about forty or fifty people." Geronimo sighed.

"Too few." Chen Jianqiu shook his head repeatedly.

This guy, who had robbed enough, was really bitten by Crook's cavalry battalion in the wilderness of New Mexico. He had no way to fight back and would just be chewed to death bit by bit.

"Once the gun fires here, Crook and his soldiers will probably find this place soon. We'd better find a way to move quickly." Geronimo remembered that there were still troops stationed outside the valley not far from here. Crook's Army.

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

He spoke English, but everyone in the cave who could understand stopped what he was doing.

"They evacuated?" The chief couldn't believe it.

"Yes, how else could we get in." Chen Jianqiu signaled 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 some ways, but they are temporarily overwhelmed."

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

They all breathed a long sigh of relief and looked happy; and the eyes of the captured tribal warriors also regained a little sparkle.

If it weren't for the twenty or so Chinese soldiers behind Chen Jianqiu who were fighting in a chilling manner, they would probably have rushed forward to lift Chen Jianqiu high in celebration by now.

Geronimo didn't know what to say.

He could no longer remember how many lives he owed Chen Jianqiu, let alone how many times the Chinese had saved the lives of his tribe.

"Gather all 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 prisoners who originally thought they were going to have their heads chopped off were granted amnesty.

They discussed together and sent a few fast runners to call for people in the valley.

The rest of the people stayed and worked with other people to find ways to get some food.

Chen Jianqiu and Geronimo walked out of the cave.

"Chen, sometimes, I feel really desperate." This strong-looking Indian leader looked up at the stars 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 tribe to fight on the southern border of the United States, but my tribe has never had a good life. The young soldiers are dying one by one."

"Sometimes, a terrible thought even comes to my mind: Should we put down our guns and find a place to hide; or, as Coloradas said, accept the reservation assigned to us by the Americans. "

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

"Maybe it's a good idea." Chen Jianqiu said calmly, "After all, you don't have to live the life of being chased by others."

The chief was stunned.

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

No one spoke for a while outside the cave, 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 seemed very sad when he heard the news.

"The village was slaughtered by Pinkerton detectives."

Chen Jianqiu did not tell the chief that Lynch and his Pinkerton detectives had eliminated the Indians. They were just hunting rabbits while searching for their own traces.

This tribe is hiding in the mountains and does not plan to provoke anyone again.

This reality is cruel.

What does destroying you 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 own future."

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

"But, these are the only ones we have left." Geronimo glanced at the cave behind him, looking like he had more than enough ambition but not enough energy.

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

"I'm not sure. There may be one or twenty of them, large or small. In terms of number, there must be hundreds of thousands of people. But many of them were deported to the reservation."

"Then, are any of them willing to pick up a gun and fight again?"

"Yes! The Apaches are not willing to be bound by the reservation, and the white people are constantly breaking the contract." Geronimo touched his heart with his hand, "The Apaches are all warriors."

"Go and take 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 get hung up on your original place. The border with Texas is not a suitable place for you to fight."

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

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

Chen Jianqiu laughed loudly and patted Geronimo on the shoulder:

"This matter is too simple. You just steal my fleet and that's it."

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

The war reignited in Geronimo's heart.

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 regain their homeland, although this does not seem realistic at the moment.

However, they should not withdraw from history in such humiliation.

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

This time, he was representing the Apaches.

From Chen Jianqiu's own perspective, the emergence of an armed force on the US-Mexico border would make Americans wake up from their dreams. He would laugh out of his dreams.