America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 149 Every Excellent Shooter Is a Fisherman
General Crook made up his mind this time, and he must catch Geronimo and his Apache scum.

First, it was his own regular army of more than 50 people, who just disappeared in the wilderness of southwestern New Mexico.

Except for those few who escaped, almost the whole army was wiped out.

It was an unforgettable defeat, a disgrace in his career.

The second is the important officials in the New Mexico area, who are very dissatisfied with Crook's inaction. They cannot sit back and watch Geronimo's tribe go unpunished. This person has become a totem of the Indian independence movement in the southwestern United States.

What's more, this man also made armed raids on towns where white people gathered from time to time.

They think that Crook's actions are simply a bodhisattva's heart.

It was his benevolence and tenderness towards the Apache people in Arizona that caused these primitive people to not understand the goodness of the white master at all.

"According to my opinion, all Indians who do not want to stay in the allocated private land, see one and kill one." A certain congressman said.

Colonel Crook couldn't tell because he was still able to keep up with Geronimo by buying Indian traitors.

This time, he lost again.

In the western United States, it is too easy for eighteen people to disappear under the noses of the US military.

Chen Jianqiu and Geronimo led the American troops back and forth between the wilderness and the mountains. They always kept a certain distance from the frontmost reconnaissance troops.

These troops are Crook's hounds.

When a small branch of the army is alone.

Chen Jianqiu didn't mind coming out of the unknown at night or in heavy fog and biting off the hound's nose fiercely.

Since no one was left alive every time he shot, these things were all counted on Geronimo's head.

The name "Apache God of War" is getting more and more famous, and it is said that it has been used by white mothers in nearby towns to stop the crying of their children (this article is false).

In addition to Crook, there is another person who has lost the target he has been following.

The Pinkerton spy, the hook-nosed Lynch, appeared not far from Santa Fe with his subordinates.

They pitched camp in a cave.

"Sir, according to the investigation, the last time Chen Jianqiu appeared was in Santa Fe City, where he killed a local police officer." Lynch's subordinates reported to him.

The subordinate held a stack of papers, which recorded the places where Chen Jianqiu had appeared and his own analysis report.

Lynch took the paper he handed over, took a sip of the coffee in the cup, and immediately frowned.

The subordinate was very nervous. He didn't know why the sulky officer in front of him was frowning, whether it was coffee or his report.

Lynch glanced at the color of the coffee in the quilt, and poured out all the rest.

"The water in New Mexico is really bad." Lynch still frowned, "Hasn't the Santa Fe authorities issued a wanted arrest for him?"

"Uh, no, he killed the police officer in a duel, with Astor and a local hotel owner as witnesses." The subordinate said, "even, everyone saw that the police officer drew his gun first .”

Lynch thought for a moment, then continued to ask, "Is there any news from over there?"

"No, sir, there has been no news for a long time, I'm afraid..." The subordinate hesitated to speak.

Lynch was silent.

"I know where the person you are looking for is." A voice suddenly came from outside the cave.

"Crack, click..."

The Pinkerton detectives present all raised their guns and pointed at the entrance of the cave, where stood an old man with white beard and hair.

The old man spread out his hands to show that he was innocent. He was dressed in cowboy clothes, but he had the face of an old gentleman.

The detectives relaxed their vigilance a little after discovering that no one else was following the old man.

"Are you? The mayor before Montrose?" Lynch's subordinates recognized him.

When Chen Jianqiu first arrived in Montrose, Pinkerton's detectives also followed nearby. They did not enter the town, but quietly investigated the local situation.

"Yes, when Chen Jianqiu and the others first came to Montrose, if you weren't there, I might have already done it."

The old gentleman had a smile on his face, but there was some unwillingness in his smile.

"Didn't you still do it later?" Lin Qipipi teased the mayor with a smile, "So, you haven't given up yet?"

The mayor wasn't angry, at least on the surface.

"About the treasure, I know much more than you." The mayor narrowed his eyes, "And I can tell you with certainty that the next place he will go to will be Lincolnshire."

"Why should I trust you?" Lynch actually has no interest in a person who has already failed. He has always believed that it is a very stupid behavior to associate with losers.

"Do you have a choice?" The mayor laughed, and he handed Lynch a letter.

Lynch finished reading quickly, folded up the letter, and handed it back to the mayor.

His attitude has changed.

"So, what's your condition?"

……

Near the edge of a mountain, suddenly there was an eagle whistle from high above the sky.

After circling in the air for a while, a golden eagle began to land and finally landed on the shoulder of a Chinese.

Chen Jianqiu threw a piece of meat to the corn, then turned and walked towards the temporary camp behind him.

Crook's troops were not found around.

Corn is now Chen Jianqiu's best eye, and it is also one of the important reasons why they have been leading the US military by the nose.

It has been more than a week since the last night attack.

They have come to the southeastern part of New Mexico. In the past few days, except for a caravan selling groceries when entering the mountain, no one else has encountered it again.

Crook's army appears to have lost track again.

Compared with the wilderness in the southwest, where there are only tumbleweeds and loess besides cacti, patches of green gradually appear here due to the increase in water systems.

And in the mountain behind them, there is a small lake. They plan to repair here for a day or two before continuing to the target area.

He went into the camp.

Turtledove and Danny's injuries have recovered. Their injuries didn't hurt the bones. Teresa's medical skills are superb, and Geronimo was originally an experienced doctor.

In addition to the medicines they brought with them, they also used herbs that could be found in the wilderness.

At this time, the two were sitting on the rocks by the campfire and communicating. Turtledove's English became more and more proficient, and Danny also learned some Indian tribe languages.

Chen Jianqiu put the corn on the shelf and bent down to poke the firewood in the campfire.

"Chen!" Someone called him from behind.

Chen Jianqiu looked back and saw that Adam was waving to him.

This guy is holding two strange-shaped things in his hand, which are assembled from cut branches and some sundries from the boxcar.

There was a spinner, a wire, a hook, and a lure made of sequins I got from somewhere.

"This...couldn't be a fishing rod?" Chen Jianqiu repeatedly looked at this thing that looked like a fishing rod, "It seems to be a lure rod."

"What is Lure?" Adam was a little puzzled.

"Oh, it's nothing." Chen Jianqiu felt that this smoking and drinking fisherman should know much more than himself.

"Let's go." Adam handed a pole to Chen Jianqiu, "Follow me to the lake behind."

Chen Jianqiu followed Adam towards the lake in the mountain.

"I remember I told you before that if I have time, I will teach you how to extend the training time of the shooter," Adam said to Chen Jianqiu when he was about to reach the lake.

"Well, you said..." Chen Jianqiu responded, but then he realized, "The training method you mentioned must be fishing!"

Adam acquiesced, and he was sorting out his fishing tackle while observing the water surface by the lake.

"Every good shooter is actually a good fisherman." Such a sentence popped out of Adam's mouth.

Chen Jianqiu is still digesting the inevitable relationship between archers and fishing, but Adam has already pointed to the sparkling light not far away:

"Over there, Lake Trout."

Before he finished speaking, he had already thrown out the fishing rod in his hand, controlled the reel in his hand, controlled the bait, and retracted and released the line

After a while, a shiny lake trout was dragged ashore by him.

"Try it." Adam said to Chen Jianqiu while unhooking the lively trout.

Chen Jianqiu followed the same pattern and threw the fishing rod forward, and the bait fell into the target's position accurately.

"Well, very talented." Adam gave him affirmation, "Now, turn on the shooter state, and follow your bait with your eyes."

The scenery in front of Chen Jianqiu has become a negative in the darkroom. He can clearly see his bait, and even the fish chasing the bait underwater.

"Control the fishing line and feel it. Now, the fishing rod is the gun in your hand." Adam's voice seemed to come from far away.

The bait jumped, as if it had life all of a sudden, the hungry lake trout took the bait and bit the bait into its mouth.

But what surprised Chen Jianqiu was that the shooter state continued, and he didn't feel the fatigue and heavy load on his heart when using a gun at all.

The fish was dragged up, Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath, feeling refreshed.

"How did you discover this training method?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"What my teacher taught me is just like what I am teaching you now." Adam continued to throw his pole, his eyes darkened, "Unfortunately, I failed his expectations."

"It's an approach that takes the load off your heart from being a shooter and lasts longer. It used to work for me, but then, I did something and since then, my heart hasn't Without peace, this method will not work for me.

Chen Jianqiu did not speak, he did not continue to ask.

Didn't ask what those things were, or why he did what he did.

The two of them were fishing quietly by the lake.

A gust of breeze blew from the lake, brushed over Chen Jianqiu's face, and made his hat tilt slightly.

"You will be my forever teacher." Chen Jianqiu said suddenly.

"Well, yes." Adam didn't raise his head, but he was brief and sure.

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