America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 120 The Correct Way to Open the Human Skin Map
A clan of the Geronimo tribe is hiding in a cave.

The entrance of the cave faces another adjacent barren hill, so the fire in the cave will not be too dazzling at night in the wilderness.

"The rest of the people are here." Geronimo pointed to the people beside the fire.

Chen Jianqiu looked around the cave.

This is a shabby camp that couldn't be more shabby, not even the same as the previous one of the Bird Tribe.

The cave is not small, and during the day, it can provide a little shade for the Indians in the hot New Mexico desert;
There are some boxes and supplies piled up in the corner, and the ground is made of simple beds made of cloth or animal fur.

These people just live here.

Some women and old people were sitting by the campfire, mending clothes, and raised their heads when they noticed that their chiefs brought in strangers.

Extreme malnutrition made them look sallow and emaciated, with tired eyes.

Chen Jianqiu roughly counted them. There were less than 100 people, and half of them were old and weak women and children. How did Geronimo take these people from Arizona to New Mexico to deal with the US military several times his own?

"What do you usually eat?" Chen Jianqiu asked, he didn't find anything to eat in the cave.

"Usually we will look for opportunities to attack their unsuspecting camps, transport teams, or go to nearby white settlements to "borrow" some food, but that is easy to be discovered. If that is the case, we will have to relocate the camp It is," Geronimo said.

"More often, we can only hunt wild rabbits and pick cacti, and barely survive the days without supplies."

"In my impression, didn't they provide you with a reservation for relocation?" Danny behind Chen Jianqiu asked, he and his lover were checking the injuries of an Indian warrior, ""

"Those are all lies." Geronimo sighed, "The reserved land allocated to us is barren and desolate, and there is no way to compare it with our homeland. I have tried to bring my people back to the reserved land to plant Corn, but what greeted us was the betrayal of the white people time and time again."

"They will only imprison us in a small area, and then control our group. They will take away our weapons and erode our will until we survive like a bunch of bugs." Asuka on the side felt the same way, "They're not going to keep those promises they made."

"Do you drink?" Geronimo dug out a few bottles of wine from the pile of boxes on the edge of the cave, and handed them over. "I got them from the Mexicans. Sorry, I don't have anything to entertain you."

Adam took it unceremoniously, he seemed to have completely forgotten Teresa's warning.

"Tequila, the taste is not bad, Chen, you can try it." He took a breath and said to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the wine, sat on a horizontal tree trunk by the campfire, and took a sip.

The wine tasted very strong, with some bitterness.

Geronimo sat across from him, and the chief watched him silently across the fire.

"Why don't you drink?" Chen Jianqiu was a little strange.

If Adam hadn't said that the wine was fine, he probably wouldn't have touched the bottle.Old drunkards are extremely researched on alcohol, poisons, hallucinogens, and narcotics.

Geronimo shook his head with a smile, with bitterness in his smile.

"I was tricked by the Mexicans, who made peace with us a dozen years ago and sent a whole case of tequila. My fighters got drunk that night."

"The next day they attacked our camp and we killed dozens of people. I stopped drinking after that."

Chen Jianqiu stopped talking and drank quietly for a while.

Asuka also sat down.

The three of them started chatting casually.

During the chat, Chen Jianqiu learned that the Chiricahua tribe led by Geronimo was a branch of the Apaches. He had been fighting the Mexicans since he was a child. But later, he discovered that the Blue Shirts of the American Federation Cavalry is their most dangerous enemy.

The usual method of the white rulers is to trick them into peace talks, and then use the opportunity of the peace talks to kill their leaders at the place of the peace talks.

Many Indian chiefs died this way.

This was the case with Chiricahua's previous tribal leader, and the same with Asuka's father, Crazy Horse.

Without the native land, the tribe loses its foundation; without the leader, people lose their way forward.

The aborigines on this continent just disappeared in the long river of history.

"By the way, what are you guys doing here? It shouldn't be a simple escape, right?" Geronimo looked at the young man with the same skin color as him in front of him.

This man was not like the outlaws he knew in the West. He was deft, fierce, and decisive, but never vicious.

"I have some ideas, but before that, we were still looking for one thing." Chen Jianqiu said frankly, "This is also the reason why Astor kidnapped the high priest."

He called Holmes, took the notebook from him, opened it, took out the human skin map from it, and handed it to Geronimo.

Geronimo looked at the human skin map by the light of the bonfire, but couldn't see why.

The high priest also sat down and took the map from the chief.

He had seen a copy of the map in Astana, so he didn't look at it for long.

Afterwards, he communicated with Geronimo in his native language.

After a while, Geronimo turned around and explained the results of the discussion to Chen Jianqiu and the others in English, while the high priest was still looking down at the human skin map.

"It's a Nahua thing. They're offshoot of the Apache race like us, but they speak a different language."

"Their original residence was adjacent to ours, but they were driven out of their original place just like us."

"Nahuas!" Holmes, who was sitting on the side, exclaimed, "Yes! I never thought that their culture has so much in common with the Aztecs, but are there any of them alive? ?”

"I haven't heard from them for a long time." Geronimo said, "Our culture and customs are similar, but I heard from the old people that there have been many fights between each other."

There has never been peace among Indian tribes, even if they belong to the same tribe, let alone live in borders.

While everyone was still discussing.

Suddenly, the high priest drew the ax from Geronimo's waist.

Except for Geronimo and Chen Jianqiu, everyone present was shocked. They didn't know what this seemingly frail old man was going to do.

"Blood!" The priest pointed to the human skin map and said in blunt English, his voice extremely hoarse.

His hand was ready to rest on the blade of the axe.

While everyone was still confused, Chen Jianqiu already understood what the priest meant.

"Let me do it." Looking at the bony high priest, he took out the dagger from his boot.

He roasted the dagger on the fire, and after the temperature dropped, he cut his palm, and then raised his hand above the human skin map.

The blood dripped drop by drop on the human skin map, and gradually spread out, spreading to every corner of the map.

Gradually, the map seemed to come alive.

Another screen appeared on the back of the map.

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