America 1881: Legend of the West

Feiniao was panting and his face was covered with dust. He had obviously just returned from a dusty trip outside the town.

"Sit." Chen Jianqiu picked up the wine glass calmly and pointed to the chair next to him.

Asuka sat down.

"Then you guys talk?" Browning also drank a lot, and his face was red at the moment.

He burped, picked up the hat on the table, and prepared to get up and go out.

"It's okay, let's sit down and listen together." Chen Jianqiu didn't care at all that Browning was there, and he extended a sincere invitation.

So Browning sat down again.

"Boss, add a wine glass, add a pot of wine, and cut two kilograms of beef." Chen Jianqiu shouted towards the back of the counter.

It was mid-afternoon, and except for Chen Jianqiu's table, there was no one else.

"Okay!" The boss's head popped up from the counter. He ran into the back kitchen and trotted out after a while carrying beef and wine.

Chen Jianqiu motioned for him to put down his things: "You go to the kitchen and have a rest. I'll call you when it's time to pay."

The boss nodded repeatedly.

He still trotted towards the house.

Feiniao lifted the wine bottle on the table, put his mouth to the mouth of the wine bottle, and raised his neck.

A stream of transparent liquid flowed out from the mouth of the wine bottle, formed an arc, and entered his mouth.

This move left Browning stunned.

Can you drink this wine like this?

However, Chen Jianqiu knew that when Adam was still on the team, the only person who was willing to have a few drinks with him, besides himself, was this Indian guy.

After taking a big gulp, Feiniao wiped his lips and said, "I'm so thirsty."

"Any news about Geronimo?" Chen Jianqiu picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth.

"Yeah, but he's not in a good condition right now." Asuka used his chopsticks to eat half a pound of Browning, but he directly dug his chopsticks into the beef, skewered it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ah."

Chen Jianqiu had already expected this situation when the two separated.

In previous years, ruling Republicans had pulled most federal troops out of southern states in exchange for Democratic support in Congress.

However, New Mexico is different from Arizona. Firstly, it is a border area, and secondly, the Indians within the territory are always restless.

There is always a federal army stationed here.

Crook is their leader.

However, as long as he does not raise a flag and openly confront the government, Crook will not cause trouble for him for the time being.

Geronimo was different.

The Indians have an obsession with their homeland and freedom. The most important thing is that they have no space or ability to survive.

There is no suitable land for them to cultivate, and they cannot graze, let alone engage in industry and handicrafts.

As a result, both sides fought to the death.

"He united with two other Apache tribes to attack settlements in the border areas of New Mexico and Texas," Asuka said.

"Well, that's their previous land." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

"But not long ago, Crook led a cavalry team and divided them." Asuka continued, "The garrison of Geronimo and his allies was discovered.

"They fought a battle in the Mesilla Valley" and Geronimo and his men suffered heavy losses. "

Chen Jianqiu stopped the chopsticks in his hand.

"Are they dead?" His face looked a little solemn.

"No, they were fighting and retreating." Asuka stuffed the last piece of beef on the plate into his mouth, "I don't know what Crook was thinking about, but every time he caught up with Geronimo, he wouldn't do it. Dead hand."

"They will only kill some people, then let the Indians continue to run, then outflank, catch up, and kill some more people." Feiniao tried his best to describe it in his own words.

"A self-respecting guy who raises bandits."

To be honest, Crook was one of the few American generals Chen Jianqiu knew who was procrastinating.

He always played with these Indians like a cat playing with mice.

Chen Jianqiu has always felt that if it were not for the growing national strength of the United States and the disunity among the Indian tribes, Crook's style would kill him sooner or later.

"Have you seen Geronimo?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"No, but I met Loczen a week ago." Asuka said, "She brought some people to support Geronimo."

"The camp in the mine is still there, and scattered Apache Indians continue to go there, but Geronimo did not dare to go back there for fear of attracting American troops there."

"Browning, tell me, if we sell another batch of weapons to Geronimo and the others, will we do anything about it? Eh? Why did you fail?"

Just when Chen Jianqiu wanted to discuss it with Browning, he found that this guy was already lying on the table. He didn't know whether he was really drunk or pretending to be drunk.

He shook Browning's shoulder and found no movement at all.

In fact, Browning didn't care that the weapons he designed appeared in the hands of Indians. He just felt that if he sold them to these Indians, he might not be able to recover the cost.

What do they pay for? Going hunting?

But he also knew the relationship between Geronimo and Chen Jianqiu, so this answer was not appropriate, so he simply lay down and pretended to be dead.

"Feiniao, you go look for Geronimo again and see if you can meet him." Chen Jianqiu said to Feiniao, "If Crook doesn't kill him, there may be a chance to fight guerrillas."

Feiniao took the order and was about to get up and leave.

At this time, the sound of rapid horse hooves suddenly came from outside the door. .

Chen Jianqiu shouted to the back room again: "Boss, cut another two kilograms of beef! Pour a bowl of water."

The sound of horse hooves stopped outside the door.

An unkempt Indian rushed in.

As soon as he entered the door and saw Chen Jianqiu, he seemed to be exhausted and about to collapse.

However, a pair of hands supported him.

His body and face were covered with dust, there were wounds on his shoulders, the scabs were not hard yet, and there was blood on his hands.

"Get another basin of water." Chen Jianqiu shouted to the back room again.

The shop owner was as busy as a top and brought out a basin of water with a piece of cloth hanging on the edge of the basin.

Browning stopped pretending to be asleep. He stood up and helped lift the Indian to the table.

After cleaning up, Chen Jianqiu recognized that this Indian boy was a soldier who had been with Geronimo before and had been to Roswell with them before.

He knows some English, but not much.

"The brave man, the chief, is in danger." The Indian boy gasped and said.

"Don't panic, eat something and speak slowly." Chen Jianqiu stabilized the young man's mood and pushed the bowl of water and beef on the table in front of him.

But the young man had no intention of eating. He talked and gestured and finally explained the current situation to Chen Jianqiu.

Crook, it seems that he really took the plunge this time.

He sent cavalry to block Geronimo and two other tribes in a valley, where he planned to deal with these Indians.

During this period, the continuous attacks on the state border made the governor of New Mexico and Scott behind him very dissatisfied. He filed a federal complaint about Crook's behavior.

This makes Crook's position no longer secure.

At the same time, the two tribes also had their thoughts. They wanted to make peace with Crook alone.

Therefore, Geronimo's situation was very dangerous. There were only about twenty people left around him, including those who later came from the mining camp to support him.

He had no choice but to send this Indian young man to run out under the cover of night and come to Roswell to ask Chen Jianqiu for help.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while, then stood up.

He picked up the wine glass, drank the wine in one gulp, took out some money from his pocket, and threw it on the table.

"Boss, check out!"

He has made his decision.

The flag of resistance of the Indians on the border of New Mexico cannot be brought down. Chen Jianqiu cannot tolerate a long-lasting peace and stability in New Mexico.

Not to mention his friendship with the chief.

No matter from which angle you think about it,

Geronimo cannot die, he must live.

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