America 1881: Legend of the West

Chen Jianqiu was indeed "robbed" of two trucks of goods by Geronimo two days ago, but neither of those two trucks of goods was for Scott.

The transport team towed two cars and set out from Roswell to Lincoln as agreed.

On the verge of reaching Lincolnshire.

There was a whistle in the distance.

Li Sifu took the escorting Chinese workers and turned around, abandoned the two vehicles covered with canvas and ran away.

All this fell into the eyes of residents near Lincolnshire.

Of course, these residents fled in panic after hearing the whistle.

This matter naturally reached Scott's ears.

When Geronimo and his soldiers came to the two cars and uncovered the cloth, they found that the things were different from usual.

A dark machine gun that they had never seen before appeared in front of them.

The other cart contains ammunition and operating instructions written in English.

Although it was not yet clear what use this big guy had for his method of coming and going without a trace, Geronimo still dragged him away.

Since it was given by Chen Jianqiu, it must be useful.

Until, he found that there was an envelope tucked inside the instruction manual. Inside was a letter, with no handwriting visible.

During this time, Geronimo successfully brought out many Apache Indians who were unwilling to be enslaved.

Chen Jianqiu gave him guns and horses, and together with them taking captives and robbing them, they quickly formed a team with certain combat effectiveness.

According to the tactics Chen Jianqiu planned for him.

When Crook's main force advanced, they would break into pieces and attack from all directions; if they were pursued too closely, they would directly cross the border and run to Mexico.

This caused a headache for Crook and his army.

The Apaches raided border towns from New Mexico all the way to Texas. At the most exaggerated time, Indian teams with the inexplicable name of Geroni would appear in three places at the same time.

Geronimo's life was very fulfilling.

Crook was much more irritable.

We didn't kill Geronimo last time, but now the US-Mexico border is full of Geronimo.

What depressed him the most was that, unlike in the past, this time, the Apache chief's ammunition had always been particularly abundant for some reason, and his attack route had become particularly flexible.

As soon as their main force appears, they will run to Mexico.

The governor of New Mexico still took the trouble to sue him federally.

This is too thick-skinned.

If they hadn't clamored to suppress the bandits last time, he would have buried Geronimo and his Indian scum alive.

So Crook thought of the old trick.

When the Indians fought guerrillas, he also dispersed his troops to ensure superior strength in local areas and ate away those blind Indians bit by bit.

Most importantly, he started looking for Yin Jie again.

According to his previous experience, the Indian tribes were full of contradictions and had no unified goal.

Four-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged Indian traitors are everywhere.

And today, his man, Lieutenant Ford, found it.

Lieutenant Ford was leading the 50th and 60th Cavalry, stationed near a valley near the Rio Grande.

Not long ago, they had just tidied up a team of reckless Apache skirmishers, and after killing a dozen of the other side's warriors, they chased them all the way here.

At this time, Lieutenant Ford was looking at the scenery in front of him happily.

In the dry desert of New Mexico, it is really a coincidence that such a green and flat river valley can appear.

"Lieutenant, we have captured a prisoner." A voice came from behind the lieutenant, interrupting his admiration for the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland.

Two soldiers escorted a scarred Apache warrior to him.

The soldiers kicked him to the ground.

"Does he understand English?" Lieutenant Ford glanced around.

Everyone shook their heads.

"Then do any of you understand their tribal language?"

He still shook his head.

The lieutenant almost cursed.

He remembered that the only "translator" in his team, an old Apache traitor who had been rebelling for seven or eight years, was beaten to death not long ago.

"Kill him." Ford curled his lips.

This prisoner was useless and wasted his own marching food.

However, the Indian's reaction suddenly became violent. He began to struggle, mumbling in Apache tribal language that they did not understand.

"Are you sure he doesn't understand English?" Ford glanced at the people around him suspiciously.

Why did he react so strongly when he heard that he was going to kill him?

A nearby soldier put the butt of a rifle into the Indian's head.

Blood flowed from his head, half of his face red.

"Jero~Nemo~Jero~Nemo" the Indian warrior threw his head in the direction of the river valley and said a familiar name.

"Geronimo?"

Ford suddenly became serious. He glanced at the Indian warrior whose face was covered with blood, and then looked at the direction of the river valley.

The famous Geronimo is not really in this valley, is he?

He asked the soldiers around him to tie up the Indian warrior, and while gesticulating and guessing, he finally figured out that the man in the valley was really Geronimo.

There were about ten people around him.

Ford was delighted.

Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it.

Crook said that Geronimo is the soul of this Indian. If the soul is gone, the resistance of the Indians will completely cease.

"Get on the horse, kill Geronimo before dark, I don't want to live." Ford got on the horse, with a murderous look on his face, "Deal with them!"

"What about this Indian?" asked the soldier next to him.

"Kill, will you stay and ride a horse with you?" Ford snorted, kicked the horse in the belly, and took the lead in galloping away into the river valley.

"boom!"

The Indian warrior was shot in the back of the heart and fell beside the dry river bed.

he died. Blood flowed into the river bed, eyes open, smile on face.

Ford led the cavalry and rushed toward the valley.

Along the way, you can see debris discarded by the Indians everywhere, such as bloody clothes and scrapped guns.

"They were so panicked that they stopped hiding their whereabouts. These scumbags panicked and chose to defect to their leader, but they didn't expect to expose their leader's whereabouts!" Ford said to the soldiers behind him.

Excited, he drew his rifle from his horse.

As long as he saw an Indian appearing in front of him, he would definitely kill him with one shot.

Sure enough, when turning around a bare beach, several Indians appeared in Ford's field of vision.

When these Indians saw Ford and his cavalry chasing after them from a distance, they turned their horses and ran away.