America 1881: Legend of the West

Neither of the two tribes of Indians who attended the meeting carried weapons.

After all, before the meeting, the two sides were living together and closely related to each other as a tribe of brothers.

However, the Apaches have always been full of martial virtues. Even without hot weapons, hand-to-hand combat is very serious.

As a result, Lao Ma Lai suffered a lot because of his old age.

You can't fight, you can't run, and if you are really surrounded, your old bones will fall apart.

What's more, he was the target of the fire.

Fortunately, the strength level of his "left arm" and "right arm" are still on the line. One can fight, and the other can resist beatings. He received many punches and also repelled many enemies.

But Klickitat's men eventually prevailed.

After all, they came prepared and recalled the tribe members from Juárez in advance, and their number was slightly larger.

In a group fight, when all are bare-handed, whoever has more people will generally win.

The "right arm" protected Lao Ma Lai and fought and retreated.

The members of their tribe were forced out of the sacrificial site and retreated to the streets, watching as their formation was about to be broken up.

Old Malai gritted his teeth and gave an order to the tribe members:

"Copy guy!"

After hearing the chief's order, these Indians turned around and ran towards the straw piles on the street without any hesitation.

They put their hands into the hay and groped around.

When they took their hands out of the haystack again, a gun appeared in their hands.

There are rifles, there are revolvers.

These guns are loaded with bullets.

Old Marais had already sent someone to prepare and hid the gun in the haystack next to the house on the roadside.

He came with the intention of a showdown, but he didn't expect that it would end up being a showdown so early and in this form.

Lao Ma Lai originally thought that his opponent would be Chen Jianqiu.

Klickitat was originally chasing at the front. He laughed out loud at Old Marley's embarrassment and was about to make a sarcastic comment.

But before he spoke, he suddenly saw the gun in the hand of the other tribe member.

Klickitat was stunned, his mind filled with questions.

Where did these people get their guns?

However, the situation did not give him much time to think, because the person in the front row on the opposite side had already raised his gun.

"Withdraw! Withdraw! Let's go back and get the guns too!" Klickita braked suddenly, turned around and ran away, ordering to his tribe members as he ran.

But it's still too late.

A volley followed.

Klickitat had been the first to rush, but when he ran away, he became the last. Naturally, he bore the brunt and became the target of being shot.

He was shot in the butt and thigh and fell to the ground.

The members of the tribe heard the gunshots behind them, turned around and found their leader lying on the ground, hesitating whether to go back to save him.

"Hey! What are you doing standing still? Come and save me! You idiots, hiss~ Ouch, my ass! Can you moms move faster?"

Klickitat raised his head, stretched his hands forward, and cried out in pain.

Just now, he was shot again in the butt, and brilliant blood bloomed.

No one wants to look back.

The Apaches were extremely brave and fearless, but they were not fools.

No one would die for this kind of stuff.

Lao Ma Lai led his tribe to cover up and kill them.

He walked up to Klickitat on crutches, squatted down, grabbed the latter's hair, and twisted his head:

"You are quite brave. Do you really dare to attack Geronimo? Do you have the strength? Huh?"

Old Marais glared at Klickitat, whose face was covered with dirt, and said fiercely.

"Old bastard, why don't you try pulling my hair again!"

Klickitat's hair was pulled painfully, and he roared like a wounded beast,

"Just wait, Boss Chen's hundred or so soldiers will be more than enough to deal with you."

"Hey, do you really think Chen Jianqiu is a good person?" Old Malai said angrily, "Look, has he made a move until now?"

"I'm afraid he doesn't want both of us to die! You retard!"

Klickitat was stunned.

Have you been fooled?

He thought again of Chen Jianqiu's rather ambiguous attitude towards him before.

Ambiguity is the exclusive domain of scumbags, and Chen Jianqiu can be regarded as a top "scumbag" when doing these things.

"Damn it, otherwise, let's unite!" Klickitat struggled to raise his head and said to Old Marais, "As long as our two tribes join forces, we can definitely eliminate Chen Jianqiu."

Old Marais took the revolver from his "left arm" and shot Klickitat in the head.

"But the thing is, I want you to die too."

Old Malay stood up slowly with a cane.

To him, a tribal leader who betrayed all his relatives and even his own tribe was unwilling to save him meant nothing.

What's more, the boy's scolding just now was so unpleasant!

Old Marais still felt resentful and kicked Klickitat's body in the head again.

This kick almost caused the old man to strain his leg again.

"Should we go back and fight with Chen Jianqiu and the others?" Zuo Ban quickly walked to Lao Ma Lai and asked in a low voice.

"Fight your ass! Retreat to our residential area and wait for reinforcements, waiting for the captain's army to come over!"

Old Malay rolled his eyes.

He has some idea of ​​his own strength.

Likewise, he knew very well what kind of person Chen Jianqiu was and what shocking things he had done.

With him in charge, even if he had more people than his opponent, Old Malay really didn't have much confidence to defeat the more than 100 soldiers head-on.

Otherwise, he would not hesitate to betray the interests of his tribe and seek military assistance from Colonel Wiltord.

Marais has overcome his guilt over being a traitor.

It was originally an option to break up, lead the tribe to break out of the encirclement, and then fight back with the American soldiers.

But Chen Jianqiu and his more than 100 men were all cavalry.

If his people break through, they won't be able to run very far, and they will be bitten to death one by one by Chen Jianqiu!

Therefore, Lao Malai chose to wait for help.

Under Lao Malai's order, his tribal soldiers did not pursue the sacrificial site, but retreated into their own settlements under cover.

The strange thing is that Chen Jianqiu and his soldiers were not in a hurry to pursue them.

He was letting people restrain the defeated soldiers of the Klickitat tribe around the altar.

"Everyone who has a weapon will be incorporated into Luo Cen's team. All actions must be followed and no action should be taken without authorization." Chen Jianqiu gave the order.

"Are we going to fight in?"

Luo Cen also had a gun in his hand at this time.

She deftly pulled the bolt and loaded the gun.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head with a look of compassion on his face:

"The trouble was caused by those two ambitious fools and some careerists who were afraid of chaos in the world. The tribe members below are not guilty."

Luo Cen turned his head and looked Chen Jianqiu up and down:

"Chen, when did you become so gentle? This is not like your style."

"We are all our own people." Chen Jianqiu sighed.

The killings during the last rebellion had caused rifts between the tribes, which was also one of the reasons for this rebellion.

Chen Jianqiu had two choices, either to eradicate the roots and kill all the rebellious tribesmen, leaving no trace of trouble.

But this approach is obviously not realistic now.

There are not many Indians here.

Kill again? Or exiling the rebellious tribes has no other meaning than weakening their strength. On the contrary, it will increase people's inner panic and bring unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, the only remaining choice is not to continue to increase conflicts.

Otherwise, how can we manage these fragmented Indian tribes?

"Arrange to surround their area and not fight, but don't let them come out." Chen Jianqiu said, "Waiting for news from the other side."

"What's the news on the other side?" Luo Cen looked at Chen Jianqiu with some confusion.

"Well, there is an Indian, with soldiers, fighting for your interests."

Chen Jianqiu put his hands behind his back and looked to the northwest.

If nothing else, Asuka should have already come into contact with the American border troops.

He prepared a gift for Mr. Wiltord.

Maker, Browning.