America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 272

Crook was very irritable.

He stood at the door of the tent, looking at the valley ahead.

Although his initial plan was to hang on to the Indians and ask for payment, he didn't know where he offended the Santa Fe gang.

The governor kept suing himself to the federal government, saying that he was passive and sabotage.

Isn't it as simple as crushing an ant to crush these Indians?
But thinking about finally being able to bid farewell to the loess and cacti here and return to sunny California, Crook felt a sense of anticipation in his heart.

Anyway, it's time to end it.

Crook turned around and returned to the tent, preparing for the final encirclement.

However, just as he was spreading out the map on the box, his deputy, pulling back the curtain of the tent, ran in.

"Captain, there's a telegram from Lincolnshire."

Crook frowned: "Telegram? From Washington?"

The deputy shook his head: "No, Santa Fe's."

It belongs to Santa Fe again. Now that this place is mentioned, Crook's head hurts: "Let's put it aside, let's discuss how to fight this encirclement into the valley."

He held down one side of the map and the other rolled up, which made him more irritable.

The adjutant helped him hold down the other two corners, and handed the telegram to Crook: "Sir, I suggest you take a look."

Crook was a little helpless. While smoothing the map, he said, "Speak, I'll listen."

"Member Scott's younger brother died." Adjutant Hui reported.

"Hmm." Crook didn't even raise his head. People die every day in New Mexico. What does this have to do with him.

"Killed at his Lincolnshire estate by a gang of Mexican bandits," added the adjutant. "The estate also burned down."

"Then he should go to the Sheriff of Lincolnshire." Crook leaned over and looked at the map carefully.

"But there are a lot of Mexican gangsters. Senator Scott hopes that our army can bring them to justice immediately." The adjutant glanced at the telegram and said.

"Joke, when is it his turn to order me?" Crook looked unhappy, "My soldiers are used to protect the United States, not to avenge Scott."

The adjutant smiled wryly.

Obviously, the old fox Scott has blocked their retreat.

"According to the representative, Captain, you should immediately protect the safety of every American citizen in Lincolnshire, where people are being attacked by gangs." The adjutant said, "His brother, as one of the citizens of Lincolnshire, proved this. "

"I guess, what he tells you now, the governor will tell the president later."

Crook sighed.

Not only that, their tone of impeachment in the federal government will only be worse than worse.

He will not save him, has no sense of honor for a federal soldier, is arrogant and disrespectful.

These politicians are so eloquent that they can put on their hats as they please.

"Where's their state militia?" Crook suddenly remembered this question and asked the adjutant.

The adjutant shook his head: "I don't know, but since we are here, it seems that New Mexico has never mobilized the militia."

"Forget it, let's go back and clean up those Mexican scum first." Crook began to scroll the map, "It's only about a hundred miles anyway, and my cavalry will arrive soon."

"Then what should we do here?" the adjutant said with some regret, "We will soon wipe out those Indians, and the myth of Geronimo will come to an end."

However, there was a smile on Crook's face.

He rolled up the map and put it aside.

"His myth should not have existed in the first place. Soon, someone will send his head to me."

In the valley not far from Crook's cavalry camp, in the camp of the Apache Indians.

Night fell.

Geronimo and his warriors are hiding in a cave.

There is almost no vegetation in this valley, so they don't even dare to light a bonfire outside.

They knew that it was only a matter of time before Crook and his soldiers, just outside the valley, launched the final attack.

The siege and interception during this period had already brought them close to running out of ammunition and food. Most of the soldiers, including Luo Zen, who came to support them, were wounded.

"How many days has the dog's tail been out?" Geronimo asked, sticking the ax into the ground.

Lozen and the soldiers around him, you look at me, I look at you.

They don't even remember how many days it was like this.

"Is the dry food gone?" The chief stared at the bonfire, and the light of the fire reflected his resolute face.

Now, this face is full of tiredness.

No one uttered a word.

Geronimo raised his head and looked around at the soldiers around him.

They followed the chief through life and death, believing in the Indian hero in front of them, but their faces were also pale because of hunger.

"Kill my horse." Geronimo handed the ax to a soldier beside him, "Let's feed everyone."

The war horse has followed him for many years, but he can't do it.

The soldier took the axe, and after being stunned for a few seconds, he hurriedly shook his head: "Chief, you can't kill a horse. If you kill a horse, we'll have nothing!"

"If you don't kill them, we will all starve to death." Geronimo closed his eyes. "Without horses, I will lead you to kill the enemy."

The soldier was still hesitating, but the sound of footsteps came from outside the cave.

Everyone looked outside the cave, and a group of people dressed as Indians appeared at the entrance of the cave with guns on their shoulders.

"It's Victorio and Coloradas. Aren't their tribes behind us? What are they doing at the mouth of the valley?" Lozen became vigilant.

The two people Luozen mentioned were the leaders of the other two tribes. Out of admiration for Geronimo's reputation, they each brought dozens of fighters to participate in this operation.

But Crook still defeated the Apache coalition.

After being driven into this valley, Geronimo took his tribal warriors to guard at the mouth of the valley, while the other two tribes were stationed deeper in the valley,
Victorio and Coloradas walked into the cave and came to the side of the bonfire, and the people who followed them also spread out along the cave wall.

Geronimo stood up.

"Dear chief."

The two saluted Geronimo, and the chief saluted back.

"What's the matter?" Geronimo asked.

Victorio's eyes hesitated, his body was thin, and his description was shriveled.

He was originally a witch doctor, but after the death of the leader of his tribe, he succeeded him as chief.

But Coloradas next to him was much more straightforward, directly attacking: "Chief, we respect you, but you promised us that if we fight with you, we can return to our homeland."

He pointed to the soldiers behind him: "Their families are waiting for them to go back, but where is our home?"

Geronimo was speechless for a while.

On the other hand, Luo Cen who was next to him snorted coldly: "No one is forcing you, if you want to leave, you can leave at any time."

"Lozen!" Geronimo prevented her from continuing.

However, the words spoken were like water splashed out, and the faces of the soldiers behind Koloradas showed a trace of bewilderment.

Cracks are inevitable.

"Then take advantage of the darkness tonight, my soldiers and I will cover you to break through." Geronimo looked at the two tribal leaders in front of him.

Victorio and Coloradas glanced at each other.

"Perhaps we can have a better choice." Victorio, who was silent just now, spoke, "Can we make peace with those people outside?"

"Surrender?" Luo Cen glared at the Indian who was much older than her.

"No, it's not surrender, it's negotiation." Victorio shook his head slightly, "We can negotiate terms with them, such as asking for a better reserved area."

Geronimo smiled bitterly: "It's been so long, don't you guys understand what kind of person Crook is? But if he agrees to this, will we still be fighting him?"

He couldn't even believe that these two people were not so childish in his impression.

"That is, we are all surrounded here, how could they talk to us? When did they fulfill their promise?" said a young soldier beside Geronimo.

Victorio fell silent again.

However, there was a strange smile on the face of Colorados on the side: "If it's just the current situation, the Americans really won't talk to us, but"

He paused, his eyes fixed on Geronimo:

"You are the condition of our negotiation!"

"Go!"

With an order, Victorio and the soldiers of the Coloradas tribe raised their guns or bows almost at the same time.

And Victorio himself quickly threw a poisoned dagger at Geronimo.

Seeing that the chief was about to be stabbed by this dagger.

There was only a "clang" sound, and the dagger was blown away by something.

At the same time as this sound, there was a gunshot.

In the dark night, twenty or so horses suddenly appeared, and the one in front had already rushed to the front of the cave.

The man on the horse flew down and walked into the cave with a shotgun in his hand.

In the light of the fire, Geronimo and his warriors could see his face clearly.

Sky Brave, Chen Jianqiu.

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(End of this chapter)