America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 276
Chen Jianqiu was indeed "robbed" by Geronimo of two trucks two days ago, but none of the two trucks was for Scott.

The transport team dragged two vehicles and set off from Roswell to Lincoln as agreed.

On the verge of reaching Lincolnshire.

A whistle sounded in the distance.

Li Sifu turned the horse's head with the escorted Chinese laborers, left the two cars covered with canvas and ran away.

All this fell into the eyes of residents near Lincolnshire.

Of course, when these residents heard the whistle, they fled in panic.

This incident naturally reached Scott's ears.

When Geronimo and his soldiers came to the side of the two cars and lifted the cloth on them, they found that things were different from usual.

A dark machine gun that had never been seen before appeared in front of their eyes.

Another car, ammunition, and, written in English, operating instructions.

Although it is not clear what use this big guy has for his tactics of coming and going without a trace, Geronimo still dragged him away.

Since it was given by Chen Jianqiu, it must be useful.

Until, he found that there was an envelope sandwiched in the instruction manual, and inside was a letter with no handwriting.

During this time, Geronimo managed to bring out many Apache Indians who were unwilling to be enslaved.

Chen Jianqiu gave the guns to the horses, and they continued to kidnap and rob, and soon formed a team with a certain combat effectiveness.

According to the tactics Chen Jianqiu drew up for him.

When Crook's main force advances, they break up into pieces and attack from all directions; if they are chased too closely, they go directly across the border to Mexico.

This caused Crook and his army a headache.

The Apaches raided border towns all the way from New Mexico to Texas.At the most exaggerated time, Indian teams under the name of Geroni will appear in three places at the same time.

Geronimo's life was very nourishing.

Crook became more irritable.

Geronimo was not killed last time, and now Geronimo is everywhere on the US-Mexico border.

What frustrates him the most is that, unlike before, this time, the Apache chief's ammunition has always been particularly sufficient for some reason, and the attack route has become particularly agile.

As soon as his main force appeared, he ran to Mexico.

The governor of New Mexico still took the trouble to sue him with the federal government.

This face is too thick.

If they hadn't clamored to suppress the bandits last time, I would have buried Geronimo and his Indian scum alive long ago.

So Crook thought of the old way.

The Indians fought guerrillas, and he also dispersed his troops to ensure superior strength in some parts, and ate up those Indians who were not long-sighted bit by bit.

Most importantly, he started looking for Yin rape again.

According to his previous experience, there are many conflicts among Indian tribes, and there is no unified goal.

Four-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged Indian traitors are everywhere.

Today, his subordinate, Lieutenant Ford, found it.

Lieutenant Ford is leading five NO.60 cavalry, stationed near a valley near the Rio Grande.

Not long ago, they had just packed up a team of reckless Apache skirmishers, and after killing a dozen fighters from the other side, they chased them all the way here.

At this moment, Lieutenant Ford was looking at the scenery in front of him comfortably.

In the dry desert of New Mexico, it is really a miracle that such a green and flat river valley can appear.

"Lieutenant, we have captured a prisoner." A voice came from behind the lieutenant, interrupting his admiration for the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland.

Two soldiers escorted a scarred Apache warrior and came to him.

The soldiers kicked him to the ground.

"Does he understand English?" Lieutenant Ford glanced around.

Left and right shook their heads.

"Then does any of you understand their tribal language?"

Left and right still shook their heads.

The lieutenant almost cursed.

He remembered that the only "translator" in his team, an old Apache traitor who had been a traitor for seven or eight years, was beaten to death not long ago.

"Kill it." Ford pouted.

The prisoner caught an egg and wasted his marching food.

However, the Indian's reaction suddenly became violent, and he began to struggle, babbling in the Apache tribal language they did not understand.

"Are you sure he can't understand English?" Ford looked suspiciously at the people around him.

Why did he react so strongly when he heard that he was going to kill him?

A soldier nearby put a rifle butt on the Indian's head.

Blood flowed from his head, turning half of his face red.

"Jero~Nemo~Jero~Nemo" the Indian warrior swung his head in the direction of the river valley, saying a familiar name.

"Geronimo?"

Ford suddenly became serious. He glanced at the bloody Indian soldier, and then at the direction of the river valley.

The famous Geronimo is not really in this river valley, is he?
He asked the soldiers around him to tie up the Indian warrior. While making gestures and guessing, he finally figured out that the one in the valley was really Geronimo.

Around him, there are about ten people.

Ford was overjoyed.

Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it.

Crook said that Geronimo is the soul of this Indian team. If the soul is gone, the resistance of the Indians will completely die down.

"Get on the horse, before dark, kill Geronimo, I don't want to live." Ford turned on the horse, with a murderous look on his face, "Deal with them!"

"What about the Indian?" asked the soldier next to him.

"Kill it, will you stay and ride a horse with you?" Ford snorted, kicked the horse's belly, and took the lead to gallop towards the valley.

"boom!"

The Indian warrior was shot in the back of the heart and fell to the side of the dry riverbed.

he died.Blood was running into the river bed, eyes were open, and there was a smile on his face.

Ford led the cavalry into the valley.

Along the way, you can see sundries discarded by Indians everywhere, such as bloody clothes and scrapped guns.

"They were too panicked to hide their whereabouts. These scumbags panicked and chose to go to their leader, but they didn't expect to expose their leader's whereabouts!" Ford said to the soldiers behind him.

Excited, he drew his rifle from his horse.

As long as he saw an Indian appearing in front of him, he would kill him with a single shot.

Sure enough, when turning across a bare beach, several Indians appeared in Ford's field of vision.

Seeing Ford and his cavalry chasing from a distance, the Indians turned their horses around and ran away.

Ford raised his gun and fired.

I don't know if it's because the gravel on the tidal flat is too bumpy, or the wind in the valley is a bit strong.

Missed.

The lieutenant changed the bullets and beckoned his subordinates to follow quickly.

There were not eighty Indians who died under his gun, but one hundred.

He's going to kill these Indians, and first let their chief take a dip in the River Styx. ,

The horseshoes stepped on the fine gravel of the abandoned valley beach, making a crisp sound, which echoed in the valley together with the gunshots.

The cavalry rode forward, vying to be the first to kill the legend.

However, the road in the valley became narrower and narrower, and the cliffs on both sides of the valley became closer and closer.

Ford was chasing up, only seeing the front, but his experienced deputy discovered the seriousness of the problem.

This is a very dangerous terrain.

"Sir, no! There may be an ambush in this terrain!" The adjutant shouted at Ford.

The cavalry behind them didn't understand the terrain, but Ford did.

He looked up and around, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

He pulled on the reins, trying to stop his horse, but the entire cavalry team, dozens of people and horses, rushed out like a torrent flowing into a river valley, and it stopped as soon as it said it would stop.

"Stop! Don't rush in!" cried Ford.

However, it was too late, a group of Indians appeared from the edge of the cliff, with repeating rifles in their hands, and began to shoot condescendingly at the cavalry.

With a volley of fire, five or six cavalry fell off their horses.

"Back!" the adjutant shouted.

Ford looked back, at the place where they came, a group of Indian warriors had also appeared at this time.

Not just behind them, above the cliff, but obliquely behind, behind the rocks, a group of yellow-skinned Indian warriors suddenly appeared.

There are more than ten people here, there are at least one or two hundred people!
"Forward!" Ford yelled, raising his gun.

If you retreat, you will lose your vigor, and there is no way to avoid it. Only by going forward and trying to break through can you have a chance.

While raising his gun to fight back, the lieutenant rushed forward first.

But before his horse could run a few steps forward, a rain of death bullets rushed towards him from the opposite side of the valley.

Lieutenant Ford and his horse were instantly smashed into a sieve, and the few people around him also fell on their backs.

At the last second before his death, Lieutenant Ford saw clearly the appearance of the machine singing the song of death.

The dark round barrel sprayed flames, and the gun mechanism continuously devoured the bullets from the canvas belt, and at the same time threw the shell casings into the air.

"Damn it! What the hell is this?"

These were Lieutenant Ford's last words.

This is a dead end, doomed since Ford broke into this valley.

In front of him, there were not only Maxim, but also a dozen or so Apaches with repeating rifles.

Fifty or sixty U.S. cavalry were killed and wounded, and none survived.

On the edge of the cliff far above the valley, Chen Jianqiu took off his binoculars.He touched the Indian feather headdress on his head.

Behind him, there are about thirty Chinese soldiers in Indian costumes.

This time, they didn't make a move, they came here just in case.

None of these American cavalry could walk out of this river valley alive.

"The effect is not bad." Chen Jianqiu said to Asuka, he came here this time just to observe.

This maxim is a test product and needs to be taken back.

It seems that Crook, the commander of the theater, should not stay long.

　Multiple heroines, time loop, fast speed, you know the cover, right?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)