America 1881: Legend of the West

Chen Jianqiu and a group of people got off the train from Juarez and headed straight to the Juarez Valley.

Juarez Valley is located on the border between Mexico and Texas, parallel to the Rio Grande River.

It is also the water of the Rio Grande that makes this valley different from the barrenness of the surrounding land and has soil for planting.

Under Chen Jianqiu's arrangement, Geronimo settled here with the Apache tribe.

It's not far from Ciudad Juarez. A dirt road connects the valley to Ciudad Juarez. It only takes half a day to drive a carriage.

Daily necessities can also be purchased in the city at any time. Indians who go to work in Juarez can also travel between the two along this road.

It is not easy to get the Indians to give up their original living habits.

However, between the improvement of living standards and sticking to old habits, they still chose the former.

After all, everything has to move forward.

As for security, as life became increasingly stable, Geronimo no longer led his tribe to continuously attack Texas.

Colonel Nelson Miles, the former commander of the federal frontier troops, wanted this very much.

He claimed to the outside world that he had completely solved the Indian problem in the southern United States during his term of office, and later wrote it in his autobiography.

But Colonel Wiltord, who took over, disagreed.

The latter is a staunch white racist.

Not only was he very dissatisfied with the Indians living close to the border, but he was also very dissatisfied with New Mexico becoming a Chinese-dominated state.

The attitude of the Mexican side towards the Indians living here is even less important.

To put it bluntly, Juarez belongs to Chen Jianqiu.

Mr. Chen brought prosperity here. The local Mexicans and Chinese had jobs and paid taxes.

He himself is also a guest of the Prime Minister of Mexico and President Díaz.

According to Mexican tradition, as long as Chen Jianqiu does not declare independence or lead the army to fight against Mexico City, he can do whatever he wants.

Chen Jianqiu was a little emotional.

If nothing else happens, this group of Apache Indians should be able to thrive here.

But Geronimo died, and died in a strange way.

In the news that came, the cause of death was not even stated.

Whether it was out of the friendship of old friends for many years, the sympathy of his comrades, or for the stability around Juarez, he had to come over.

The procession moves along the Rio Grande.

After walking for a while, the outline of the mountain gradually appeared on the distant horizon.

Juarez Valley, almost there.

In an open space at the entrance of the valley, Feiniao and his people camped, waiting for the arrival of Chen Jianqiu and the others.

Asuka held his beloved horse Huey and looked far away in the direction of Juarez.

As time passed, the young chief who had followed Chen Jianqiu from Shiquan Town had grown into a strong man in his thirties in the blink of an eye.

His long hair reached past his shoulders, and his eyes were less green and more determined.

Over the years, Asuka has been leading the Roswell militia, and Abiot has maintained order and security in Juarez and New Mexico.

When Chen Jianqiu and Black Radish appeared in his field of vision, Feiniao came up to them.

"What's the specific situation?"

Chen Jianqiu dismounted, handed Black Carrot's reins to a follower who came with him, and walked quickly towards the camp with Feiniao.

"The news I got is that when the chief was collecting herbs on the cliff, he accidentally stepped on his foot and fell down." Feiniao replied, "But I think there is something fishy."

"What's strange?" Chen Jianqiu stopped.

"The chief's body has never been found," Feiniao said. "But according to your instructions, I did not intervene too deeply. I only stationed the militiamen at the entrance of the valley as a deterrent."

Chen Jianqiu fell into thinking.

He raised his head, covered the sun with his hands, and glanced at the grassy hilltop.

"The big army won't move for now. Please order twenty capable people to join me into Juarez Valley."

Chen Jianqiu and Feiniao led about twenty people on horseback and entered the valley with guns on their backs.

Geographical location aside, this valley is truly a paradise.

The tributaries of the Rio Grande pass through the valley, making both sides of the valley lush and green, forming a conspicuous green in the gray and yellow at first sight.

Soon, an Indian town came into view.

On the outskirts of the town, there are large fields of corn fields and other crops.

The original Apache Indian group was accustomed to living together in villages, even in reservations designated for them.

However, in order to allow these Indians to live better, Chen Jianqiu specially supported a Chinese engineering team and built some houses for them.

Since there are not many trees that can be used as building materials here, most of the houses are made of mud and stone, with some hay as roofs.

There isn’t much rainfall here, it’s basically enough.

When the Indian residents in the town saw Chen Jianqiu and Feiniao, they all made way for them.

They stood separately on both sides of the road, with sad faces.

Those who were busy also stopped what they were doing, put their hands on their hearts, and saluted Chen Jianqiu and the others as Indians.

The other part looked a little uneasy.

For this Mr. Chen.

Most of them were grateful and in awe.

He is the Apache "Sky Warrior" and has indeed saved the Apache tribe time and time again.

The Apache Indians owed him too much, too much to pay back, which more or less turned into an invisible psychological pressure.

Now that he came in with his soldiers, what was he going to do?

Chen Jianqiu's expression was very serious. He nodded slightly to the Indians who saluted him, without a trace of smile on his face.

Under the gaze of those Indians, Chen Jianqiu and his party came to an open space at the other end of the town.

There are piles of stones here, arranged in a mysterious pattern. There are also some animal skulls and other things placed on the stone piles.

The open-air worship site of the Apache tribe is now full of people.

These people are divided into three parts, and at a glance they appear to belong to three different tribes.

Chen Jianqiu saw several familiar faces among the group of people.

Lozen, Turtle Dove.

"I think the top priority now is to wait for Mr. Chen to come and then elect someone who can maintain the overall situation, otherwise everything will not go forward." A middle-aged Indian man with tied hair raised his hands and talked. .

He is the leader of the Iquitay tribe, named Klickitat, who also belongs to the Apache tribe.

"No, I don't think so." Another old man wearing a feather crown paused the wooden crutch in his hand on the ground and shook his head, "This is our Apache people's own business. There is no need to let Mr. Chen Get involved.”