America 1881: Legend of the West

Geronimo's appearance caused a commotion in the town.

The former Indian God of War rode a horse to Chen Jianqiu's side, followed by Turtle Dove and his wife behind him.

Geronimo's body was wounded and he looked much older.

But he still kept his posture upright and refused Chen Jianqiu who came up to help him.

"My children." Geronimo waved to the gathered Apaches, "I'm sorry for making everyone worry!"

At this time, he was more like a kind elder and spiritual leader than the chief of a tribe.

The tribesmen below looked at the "resurrected" chief, and many of them had tears in their eyes.

They were driven out of their homes, surrounded and suppressed by the US military along the way, and were displaced.

However, they followed the person in front of them from beginning to end.

In the eyes of these Apaches, Geronimo was no longer a simple tribal chief, but a spiritual totem.

"I asked Mr. Chen to direct this play. The purpose is to let some people show their true colors." The chief took the initiative and took over the matter. "I am not accusing them of betrayal. Everyone has their own ambitions, but this should never be done. It is premised on harming fellow citizens.”

Luo Cen and the tribesmen around her remained silent, while the people from the other two tribes looked a little frightened.

"Great Chief, these things need to be addressed by us." Passamaquoddy, the "right-hand man" of Old Malay, raised his head and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Geronimo who laid hands on him.

"This matter is in the past, and I will not pursue it any further, but you must understand that what you do will bring disaster to everyone." He said a little tiredly.

Of course Passamaquoddy knew what Geronimo meant by annihilation.

Once the American troops hooked up by Lao Malai come here, they won't care which tribe you are from.

Wiltord's policy towards the Indians has always been to eradicate them.

Sweat streamed from Passamaquoddy's forehead.

Because he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from the direction of the valley entrance.

The Indians present felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy and were preparing to go back to the house to get weapons.

Chen Jianqiu climbed up to the roof in one stride.

He raised his binoculars and looked in the direction of the valley mouth.

"Don't be nervous, everyone is here!"

After seeing the people coming, a smile appeared on Chen Jianqiu's lips. He put down his telescope, jumped off the roof, and said to the nervous Apache people.

Soon, amidst everyone's doubts, a group of people entered the town and approached.

A young Indian, holding an automatic rifle in his hand, dismounted and came to Geronimo and Chen Jianqiu.

"Wiltold and his army should withdraw." Asuka said.

Geronimo stepped forward and gave Asuka a big hug:

"Hey, my good brother, thank you."

He put his arm around Asuka's shoulders, pulled him in front of everyone, and introduced:

"Everyone, it was this hero who repelled the American army that came to destroy us. He is our hero!"

Asuka was a little stunned.

As a shy person, this sudden appreciation made him a little overwhelmed.

He hurriedly looked at Chen Jianqiu who was standing to one side, only to find that the latter was clapping his hands cheerfully.

Seeing Feiniao turn his gaze over, Chen Jianqiu nodded slightly towards him.

The surrounding Apaches were a little confused at first, but when the chief and Chen Jianqiu both clapped, they also clapped.

Everything calmed down.

Klickitat died, and old Marais was banished.

Members of other rebellious tribes were forgiven, and the Indians gathered in the center of the town dispersed and returned to their peaceful lives.

Two days later.

At the altar at the entrance of the town, only Geronimo and Chen Jianqiu were left.

Geronimo was half-kneeling beside the pile of sacrifices made of stones, with his hands flat in front of him, palms facing up, eyes closed, and muttering something in his mouth.

Chen Jianqiu stood aside and watched quietly as the chief completed all the rituals and stood up.

It can be seen that the injuries on his body still have an impact on his actions.

"Are there any cigarettes?" the chief suddenly asked.

"I don't have any cigarettes, but I did bring a few cigars, but Teresa told me that smoking is not conducive to the recovery of injuries."

Although Chen Jianqiu said this, he still took out a cigar from his clothes, cut off the end of the cigar, lit it, and handed it to Geronimo.

Geronimo took the cigar and held it in his mouth.

Chen Jianqiu looked him up and down: "Why do I feel that you have changed?"

"Oh?" Geronimo glanced at Chen Jianqiu, his eyes flashing with the unique cunning of the Indian old man, "How have I changed?"

"You seem to have let go of some things." Chen Jianqiu said bluntly, "You are much more relaxed."

Geronimo smiled:

"Is there a possibility that this is my original appearance?"

He held a cigar in one hand and akimbo with the other, looking into the distance:

"I plan to leave the tribal affairs to Asuka."

"Oh? He is not from the Apache tribe." Chen Jianqiu stood side by side with the chief.

"It doesn't matter, the Apaches respect heroes with outstanding abilities. Asuka is a brave warrior. I knew it when I first met him. There are many people here who came with me. I will stay for a while and gradually Leave it to him."

"When I look at him, it's like I'm seeing a young me." The chief exhaled a puff of smoke and said with emotion, "He is kind-hearted and will lead my people into the future."

"What about you?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Me? I plan to cross the border and go back to my hometown for a visit." Geronimo turned his head and gave Chen Jianqiu a meaningful look, "I am getting old, and I always want to go home and visit."

"If you want to go, I'm afraid Luo Cen and the others will go with you." Chen Jianqiu lit a cigar for himself, lowered his head and said in a calm tone.

"No, I told them, they have to get used to life without me." Geronimo patted Chen Jianqiu's shoulder, "I'm old, just let me retire and leave it to the young people. Let’s leave it to the young people.”

Chen Jianqiu did not answer immediately.

Two people stood there, each holding a cigar, and they understood each other tacitly.

The chief has long understood that perhaps this is the best destination for his tribe.

After a long time, Chen Jianqiu finally spoke and said slowly:

"Believe me in Asuka, he is a good young man."

Chen Jianqiu left Feiniao and Geronimo to deal with the affairs of the Apache town in Juarez Valley.

According to his plan, Apaches and even other Indians who did not want to be oppressed would come here later.

"You were a chief and you are a chief, a true Indian chief."