America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 537 Someone Jumped Out
"Go ahead, I'm listening."

Chen Jianqiu picked up the water glass on the table, and the revolver in the other hand was still beating rhythmically on the back of the chair.

"Um, can you put the gun down first? I'm a little nervous." Clikitat trembled a little.

"No." Chen Jianqiu's reply was extremely short.

He took a sip of water, then moved his neck, waiting for Klickitat to speak.

"Well, Mr. Chen, you are a powerful person. You conquered the entire southwestern frontier of the United States, from California to New Mexico, and then to Oklahoma, and your name is being sung."

Klickitat lowered his eyebrows and looked down, respectful.

But his compliment was interrupted by Chen Jianqiu.

"Don't let the rainbow fart go, hurry up and get down to business." Chen Jianqiu slapped the back of the chair again with his pistol.

"Oh, oh, let me cut the long story short."

Clikitart was shocked.

"After we came here, life has become much better, and everyone is very satisfied; but the great chief."

Chen Jianqiu reset the hammer with his thumb.

"Ah, ah, let me say, let me say, the great chief has always wanted to take his tribe back to the United States. He thinks that no matter how good this place is, it is not his hometown. He has always wanted to take his tribe back across the border."

"Your prestige among the Indians troubled him, and his ridiculous dignity made him lose himself."

"Didn't you notice? Under his influence, many Indians in the town are more afraid of you than grateful."

Klickitat said everything he wanted to say as fast as he could ever have.

His English was mixed with a strange Indian accent, and he spoke a little too quickly, but Chen Jianqiu basically understood what he meant.

"Well, keep talking."

He looked at Clikitat in front of him with great interest.

Seeing that Chen Jianqiu seemed to be interested, Klickitat felt relieved.

Before coming, he had been trying to figure out what Chen Jianqiu was thinking.

But the former boss' thoughts are said to be unpredictable, not to mention him, even the people around Chen Jianqiu, sometimes they can't figure it out.

So he decided to take a gamble.

"I'm done, sir," said Klickitat, bowing his head. "I'm just telling you what I've seen and heard."

Chen Jianqiu nodded:
"Well, you mean, Geronimo, he's old?"

Clikitat rolled his eyes and didn't dare to answer.

Chen Jianqiu stood up from the chair and began to pace with the back of his hands behind him. The golden revolver was still in his hand, flickering on and off.

"When a person is old, the feeling of homesickness is heavy. When the feeling of homesickness is heavy, the judgment of many things will be biased. Is this what you mean?" He suddenly raised his head, looked at Klickitat and asked.

"Well, it means something." Klickitat replied cautiously.

"But he's dead." Chen Jianqiu said suddenly again.

Klickitat shook his head:
"No, Mr. Chen, he is not dead, none of us believe he is dead."

"Do you know where he is?" Chen Jianqiu walked to Klickitat's side and asked.

He was very close to the Indian and looked directly at the latter.

Clikitart's hairs stood on end again.

"No, I don't know, sir, I'm only inferring."

Chen Jianqiu was a little disappointed, but he didn't show it.

He continued to pace back and forth, and said to himself:
"In this case, regardless of whether he died or not, the leader of the Indians here should be replaced."

Clikitart's heart began to pound wildly.

He felt that things were starting to develop in the direction he had preset, so he continued to wait with his head down.

Chen Jianqiu looked at him again:

"What do you think of Lozen?"

"Lozen's thoughts are the same as Geronimo's, sir."

"What about the old man this morning? I think his qualifications are not bad."

"He's old too, sir."

Clikitart was very depressed.

Chen Jianqiu didn't even click on him when he clicked on two names.

Could it be that his status is so low in the heart of the big guy in front of him?Is my ability so unbearable?Or is he provoking himself on purpose?

He secretly glanced at Chen Jianqiu with his eyes, and found that the latter was looking at him:
So he took a deep breath, summoned up his courage and said:
"Mr. Chen, I think I can!"

Chen Jianqiu was happy, he waved his hand:
"You can't, the last time you worked in my company, you gambled and blackmailed the heatstroke prevention and cooling expenses of a few Indian workers under you, no, no, you can't"

Hearing Chen Jianqiu expose his dark history, Krikita became anxious:

"Chen, Mr. Chen, I really don't know what kind of heatstroke prevention and cooling fee that is. Whether it's the railway company or the mine, it has never, never been paid for before!"

He was so eager to explain that he stuttered.

"I have quit gambling and since I was fired, I have been reflecting on my behavior and realizing my mistakes."

"Mr. Chen, please trust me again."

"If I can manage this Indian town instead of the great chief, I swear! I will make these Indians submit to you forever! No complaints!"

"If I can't do it, let my soul not rest in peace after death!"

Clikitat was emotional, and swore all kinds of oaths.

Chen Jianqiu stared at him quietly for a while, wanting to laugh for no reason.

He pressed his hand down:
"Okay, I see, well, you are a good choice, you go back first, I will contact you if there is anything."

After receiving Chen Jianqiu's approval, Klickitat lowered his head and slowly backed out of the tent.

Chen Jianqiu put the golden revolver on the table and continued to look at the map.

"Boss, can I come in?" Asuka's voice suddenly came from outside the tent.

"come in."

Asuka quickly walked into the tent, he turned his head and pointed outside the tent:
"Boss, you can't believe a word of what that person said just now."

Chen Jianqiu laughed:
"Go to bed quickly, there are things tomorrow."

On the other side, in the town in the valley, at old Marley's house.

After the tribe returned, most of them dispersed.

In old Marley's mud house, only himself and a few henchmen were left.

There were no chairs or even beds in the room, only straw mats.

So a few people sat on the ground, and there was no lamp, and there was a "night talk" in the dark.

"This Chen Jianqiu is too much! Relying on his own armed forces, he threatened us." In the darkness, an Indian said.

"But we just can't help it, who made his fist big." A sigh came out.

"Do you believe that Geronimo is dead?" It was still the same voice.

"Whether he is dead or not, this is a good opportunity for us! Now their tribe has no leader, if they don't fight, they will lose their chance. If Chen Jianqiu hadn't intervened last time, Geronimo would have died long ago." Another voice rang He stood up, with resentment in his tone.

"After all, Chen Jianqiu still cannot be avoided." said the voice that sighed just now.

These words made the room fall into silence.

That's right, with Chen Jianqiu and his soldiers at Taniguchi, none of them can make waves.

After a long silence, an old voice sounded.

"I have a way."

It was old Marley who spoke.

After being deflated by Chen Jianqiu, he hasn't spoken much.

But his heart was overwhelmed, full of grief and indignation.

He hadn't felt that feeling of being humiliated in public but helpless for a long time.

So, on the way back, he kept thinking of ways to get revenge.

Hearing that their leader had a solution, everyone listened attentively.

"Tomorrow, I will cross the border and go to Colonel Wiltord of the Federation. He has long been dissatisfied with Chen Jianqiu and his Chinese. I can make a deal with him."

The people in the dark listened to their leader's idea, but remained silent.

After a while, a voice sounded:
"But we are in Mexico, what kind of colonel, will he cross the border to fight Chen Jianqiu for us?"

"Yes, if I tell him about Geronimo's death," said old Marley.

Before dawn the next day, old Marley set off alone on his horse.

He didn't go directly to the valley entrance where Chen Jianqiu's soldiers were stationed, but made a circle, took advantage of the darkness, passed through a place far away from the camp, and ran towards the border.

Old Marley soon came outside the fortress stationed on the border.

This is quite a historic fort.

From the beginning of the Mexican-American War, the American border guards set up guard posts here, and then built a fort with mud and stones to prevent Mexicans from attacking.

After the Mexican-American War, the border was peaceful for a while, until Geronimo and his Indian allied forces began to harass the border again.

Colonel Wiltord's army is stationed here.

The colonel had been a veteran Ku Klux Klan member.

Like many soldiers of that era, he hated himself for being born at the wrong time and not being able to display his great talents.

He thought of attacking Roswell countless times, but was stopped by his sensible deputy, Captain Burke.

the reason is simple.

First of all, it is difficult for them to find an excuse.

The local Chinese get along very well with whites and Mexicans.

The degree of modernization here is very high, and electricity is connected to it like the east; the economy is also good, and even during the economic crisis, people's living standards have not been greatly affected.

Now that life is better, conflicts are naturally much less. Everyone is busy making money and has no time to fight.

Even when Colonel Wiltord wanted to find a way to send internal agents to create some contradictions in the past and was about to go to defend the interests of white people, they encountered the second problem.

Rat bogeyman.

Roswell is now an important border town, and even if there are some conflicts among the people, it is a matter for the city government and the state government.

You can't help but say that you brought soldiers to fight, how will the state government explain it?What about Washington?

In the end, the reason for Wiltord to be honest is the third one.

After deduction and analysis by his subordinates.

They found that they couldn't beat it.

According to the investigation of his subordinates, there are more than 2000 militiamen in Roswell, including not only Chinese, but also local whites and Mexicans.

That's not counting the reserves.

Everyone in Roswell is required to participate in military training. The reason for the outside world is that it is located on the border, and it is necessary to always prevent attacks from neighbors to the south, pick up guns, and defend the country.

As for the equipment of those militiamen, it is even more terrifying.

If Pittsburgh is the city of steel, then Roswell is the city of ammunition.

From Santa Fe to Albuquerque to Roswell, most of the arms and ammunition of the United States are produced here.

Therefore, Wiltord had no choice but to hide in the office of the castle, and start infinite reverie with the map on the wall.

Today, the same is true.

While the colonel was staring at the map on the wall, a messenger broke in from the door:
"Report sir! An Indian appeared outside the stronghold and said he wanted to find you!"

"Indians?" The colonel didn't even turn his body, his brows were frowned like a mountain, "If an Indian comes, you ask me why, just kill him."

He doesn't like any race other than whites, and Indians belong to the kind that can be erased at will.

The orderly glanced at the colonel's second-in-command, Captain Burke.

The captain shook his head slightly and asked him to stand and wait.

Sure enough, after a while, the colonel turned around: "What does that Indian look like?"

"An old man who claims to be an Indian chief," said the orderly.

"It may be those on the other side of the border." Captain Burke reminded from the side.

"Bring him in!" Colonel Tortold changed his mind.

Under the leadership of the messenger, old Marley came to the door, and the guards wanted to search him.

Old Marley raised his hands:

"I don't bring any weapons, I just want to make a deal with you."

"Make a deal with me? What qualifications do you have to make a deal with me?" The colonel sat back in his chair, his legs fell on the table with a "boom", and it was full of dust.

"Geronimo is dead!" exclaimed old Marley.

He told the Colonel the news that Geronimo had fallen off the cliff.

This is a news that shocked everyone present.

Everyone, including the colonel, was stunned; the colonel even opened his mouth halfway, not knowing what to say.

You know, the name of Geronimo, the frontier of the American Southwest, is a legend.

There are too many stories about how he is brave and good at fighting, how brave he is!
And ten years ago, he led the Apaches to harass the border line, which is still fresh in the memory of many people on the border.

No matter how much I resent Chen Jianqiu and those Chinese, the garrison is here to guard against this man after all!
However, he fell to his death now!
It took a while for Colonel Wiltord to recover from the shock.

He asked coldly:

"The body is over there!"

The crutch in Old Marley's hand hit the ground again, and said in a deep voice:

"The body is in the hands of Chen Jianqiu, and he took a hundred people to station at the mouth of the valley."

"Chen Jianqiu? Why is it him again?" Colonel Wiltord's head was about to explode when he heard the name, "What is he doing there?"

"He's threatening us, trying to control us!" old Marley replied, "to control me from attacking the United States."

The colonel thought for a while, and finally took his foot off the table.

My feet are a little numb.

He had to stamp on the ground.

"In this way, you go first, and I will send troops to wait on the border. When I receive definite news about Geronimo's body, I will take people across the border and deal with that Chen for you."

Old Marley did not expect the colonel to be so cautious.

But he had no other better way, so he turned and walked out of the command room.

"Do you really believe what he said? Besides, those Indians who rolled over to the border are worth our shot? Wouldn't it be better to let them eat dogs?" Captain Burke said from the side, "Sir, let me remind you that we It is to cross the border, which may cause unnecessary trouble."

The colonel looked at old Marley's stooped back, and licked his lower lip with his tongue:
"I'm not going to help those Indians, they should all be killed!"

Burke understood instantly.

Of course he knew what his chief was thinking.

Make up a reason for these Indians to attack the frontier and get them all.

After all, as an American soldier, who could refuse Geronimo's dead body as a trophy?
(End of this chapter)