America 1881: Legend of the West

Just as Lao Malai crossed the border to seek help, Asuka also set off with the search team.

Also setting off at the same time was Luo Cen.

She rode to Juarez with Chen Jianqiu's letter.

In the evening, both groups returned.

A piece of good news, a piece of bad news, a piece of news that I don’t know is good or bad.

The good news is that Juarez found out that his wife disappeared with Turtle Dove, but the latter left the child in the care of a familiar female worker in the same factory.

Based on their understanding of Turtle Dove, he probably wouldn't be able to pull off any "desperate mandarin duck wandering the rivers and lakes" drama.

His wife must have gone to take care of Geronimo. The chief was probably not dead yet, but he may have been seriously injured.

The bad news is that Asuka and the others searched around the valley, but still couldn't find the place where Turtle Dove and Geronimo were hiding.

It is still too difficult to find a hiding spot in a valley that is more than 60 kilometers long and has many forked roads and complicated conditions.

In the process of searching, they also met people from the Lao Marai tribe.

These people are also looking for Turtle Dove and Geronimo.

The two sides saw each other from a distance, and they understood each other tacitly, and continued to look for each other without even saying hello.

The news, which was neither good nor bad, was brought by a member of the Border Detective Agency in the evening.

The detective was from Juárez.

Less than half an hour after Old Wright left Wiltord's military camp, White, the head of the Southwest Area of ​​the Border Detective Agency in Santa Fe, learned the news.

Because the journey from the barracks to the nearest telegraph station is only half an hour.

The information passed through White's hands and then to the Juarez branch of the detective agency.

The conversation between Old Wright and Wiltord during the day was retold to Chen Jianqiu intact, and even the number of people in the room at that time was clearly stated.

Colonel Wiltord seemed to have forgotten how the name of the Border Detective Agency came from. How could Pockmarked White let go of such an important place like him?

"That's both bad news and good news."

In the tent, Feiniao looked at Chen Jianqiu with some worry.

If the U.S. federal border guards intervene in this matter, I am afraid things will become complicated.

"Good news." Chen Jianqiu said disapprovingly, "I'm thinking of giving them a good beating, but it won't be good for the Federation to deal with them in the United States."

"But the Mexican government doesn't dare to offend the U.S. federal government for us, right?" Feiniao thought for a while and said, "It's too late to mobilize troops from Roswell now."

Chen Jianqiu looked at Feiniao with relief.

The Indian man in front of him has matured. When thinking about things, he will consider all aspects, unlike ten years ago when he only thought about revenge.

"Who said I only have soldiers in Roswell?"

Chen Jianqiu slowly took out his seal and prepared to write a letter.

"We are in Juarez, with more than 2,000 people."

He smiled slyly at Asuka.

"Remember, the nominal rulers of this place are the Romero family."

Sometimes, puppets still have their uses.

Chen Jianqiu finished writing the troop deployment order, stamped his seal on it, and handed it to Feiniao.

The flying bird took the order and left.

Time soon came to night.

Chen Jianqiu stayed in his tent and had dinner.

Dinner was boiled potatoes and roast beef.

The potatoes were basically tasteless and could only be eaten with a plate of salt on the side.

The roast beef is "charred on the outside and tender on the inside".

Burnt is really burnt, black like a lump of charcoal; tender is really tender, and blood is still oozing out.

This is different from "medium rare" in the traditional sense.

The "blood" that oozes from medium-rare steak actually comes from myoglobin.

But the blood in this piece of beef is real blood.

However, when marching outside, he couldn't pay attention to these things, and he didn't have time to do it himself, so he could only let the big soldiers do it.

On this day, it seemed that there was no gain, but in fact, there was an undercurrent.

All the monsters and monsters appeared.

Chen Jianqiu really didn't expect that there would be so many people in this small Indian town with their own thoughts.

He now finally understood why it was so difficult to find decent resistance except for the Battle of the Big and Little Horns organized by Asuka's father, Crazy Horse, and Sitting Bull.

The gap in technology, economy and system is one aspect, but the lack of unity is the more important reason.

Chen Jianqiu gulped down his dinner and continued to look at the map on the table.

Late at night.

In the tent, Chen Jianqiu no longer looked at the map. He was half lying on the bed, holding his cheek in his hand, reading the little book by the light.

Suddenly, he spoke:

"Come in! It's better to come in and sit down than sneak around outside the tent."

A pair of moccasin-clad feet appeared from the bottom of the tent curtain.

The so-called moccasin shoes are actually a piece of animal skin wrapped around the feet, and then tied up with a straw rope. They are a unique type of shoe for the Indians.

The owner of the shoes opened the curtain and walked in.

"Why, you finally thought of coming to see me?"

Chen Jianqiu still lowered his head.

He caught a glimpse of the shoes out of the corner of his eye and naturally guessed the owner of the shoes.

It's a turtledove.

Most people don't have the ability to break into their own barracks, avoid the sentries outside, and reach outside their tents.

"Mr. Chen, forgive me for not being honest with you before, because the matter is very complicated." Ikaruga made an apologetic gesture, "I have my own reasons."

Chen Jianqiu closed the little book and sat up from the bed.

"You should explain your difficulties to me."

"Someone has tampered with the chief's rope," Ikaruga said.

"I know, we have all seen that rope." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the chair in front of him and motioned Turtle Dove to sit down, "Sit down and talk."

But Ikaruga had no intention of sitting down.

He still maintained a very respectful posture.

"When the great chief fell off the cliff, I was standing next to him. I watched the rope break."

Ikaruga seemed to be recalling the scene at that time, his expression still painful.

"My heart almost fell out of my chest!"

"I rushed to the edge of the cliff, but found no trace of the chief, so I immediately asked the armadillo to return to the town to seek help."

"I lay down on the edge of the cliff, looking everywhere along the edge, and finally saw the big chief on the side."

"He was lying on a raised part of the cliff and had fallen into a coma. There was a tree above him. He must have been hung by the tree when he fell, and then fell right on the raised platform."

Speaking of this, Ikaruga's lips trembled unconsciously, with a look of lingering fear.

"So, how did you get him up?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"I carried him up on my back," Turtle Dove said. "I tied my own rope down there, and then used the broken rope to tie the chief and me together, and then climbed up."

"You mean, you carried an unconscious person on your back and climbed up a cliff that was close to 90 degrees?" Chen Jianqiu was a little confused.

From a normal logic point of view, it seems a bit too surreal.

"I don't know how I did it at that time. I just wanted to bring the great chief up." Ikaruga did not explain anything.

"Okay, let's not talk about it for now." Chen Jianqiu did not continue the topic, but changed it, "Then why don't you just tell Luo Cen, or me? When I come, you will have the opportunity to tell me."

Ikaruga took a deep breath.

"Because I couldn't trust anyone at that time, including you."