America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 538

Just as old Marley crossed the border to ask for help, Asuka set off with a search party.

Also starting at the same time was Lozen.

She rode to Juárez with Chen Jianqiu's letter.

In the evening, both teams returned.

A good news, a bad news, a good or bad news.

The good news is that Juárez found out that the one who disappeared with the turtledove was also his wife, but the latter handed over the child to the care of a female worker she knew well in the same factory.

Based on their understanding of Turtle Dove, he probably wouldn't be able to play any drama of "desperate mandarin ducks wandering the rivers and lakes".

His wife should have taken care of Geronimo in the past. The chief should not have died, but he may have been seriously injured.

The bad news is that Asuka and the others searched around the valley, but they still couldn't find the hiding place of Turtledove and Geronimo.

It is still too difficult to find a hiding place in a valley that is more than 60 kilometers long and has many forks.

In the process of searching, they also encountered people from the old Malai tribe.

These people were also looking for Turtledove and Geronimo.

The two sides saw each other from a distance, and they knew each other tacitly, and went on looking for each other without even saying hello.

And the news that was neither good nor bad was brought by a member of the Border Detective Agency in the evening.

The detective was from Juarez.

Less than half an hour after Old Wright left Wiltord's barracks, White, the head of the southwestern section of the border detective agency far away in Santa Fe, knew the news.

Because the distance from the barracks to the nearest telegraph station is half an hour.

The message passed through White's hands and then to the Juarez branch of the detective agency.

The conversation between old Wright and Wiltord during the day was recounted to Chen Jianqiu intact, and even the number of people in the room at that time was clearly stated.

Colonel Wiltord seemed to have forgotten how the Border Detective Agency got its name. How could Pocky-faced White let go of such an important place.

"It's bad news, but it's good news."

In the tent, Asuka looked at Chen Jianqiu worriedly.

If the US federal border guards intervene in this matter, I am afraid that things will become complicated.

"Good news." Chen Jianqiu said disapprovingly, "I was thinking about beating them up, but because of the face of the Federation, it's not easy to deal with them in the United States."

"But the Mexican government doesn't dare to offend the United States for us, does it?" Asuka thought for a while and said, "It's too late to transfer troops from Roswell now."

Chen Jianqiu looked at Asuka with relief.

The Indian guy in front of him has matured. When thinking about things, he will consider all aspects, unlike ten years ago, he only knew how to get revenge.

"Who said I only have soldiers in Roswell?"

Chen Jianqiu took out his seal slowly and prepared to write a letter.

"We are in Juarez, and there are more than 2000 people."

He smiled slyly at Asuka.

"Remember, the nominal ruler of this place is the Romero family."

Sometimes, puppets still have their uses.

Chen Jianqiu finished writing the troop dispatch order, stamped his own stamp on it, and handed it to Asuka.

Asuka led the way.

The time soon came to evening.

Chen Jianqiu stayed in his tent and had dinner.

Supper was boiled potatoes and roast beef.

The potatoes were basically tasteless and had to be eaten with a side dish of salt.

The roast beef is even more "burnt on the outside and tender on the inside".

Burnt is really burnt, black like a lump of charcoal; tender is really tender, still oozing blood.

This is different from "medium rare" in the traditional sense.

The "bloody water" that oozes from a medium-rare steak is actually derived from myoglobin.

But the blood in this piece of beef is real blood.

However, when marching outside, these things are not very important, and he has no time to do the knife himself, so he can only let the big soldiers do it.

On this day, it seems that there is no harvest, but the dark tide is actually surging.

All ghosts and monsters appeared.

Chen Jianqiu really didn't expect so many people to think carefully in this small Indian town.

Now he finally understands why it is so difficult to find any decent resistance except for the big and small horn battle organized by Asuka's father, Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull.

Differences in technology, economy, and system are one aspect, and lack of unity is a more important reason.

Chen Jianqiu gulped down his dinner, and continued to look at the map on the table.

Late at night.

In the tent, Chen Jianqiu no longer looked at the map. He was half lying on the bed, resting his cheek on his hand, reading a comic book by the light.

Suddenly, he spoke:
"Come in! If you're sneaking outside the tent, it's better to come in and sit."

A pair of moccasin-clad feet emerged from the bottom of the tent curtain.

The so-called moccasin shoes are actually a piece of animal skin wrapped around the feet, and then tied up with straw ropes. They are unique shoes of Indians.

And the owner of the shoe pushed aside the curtain and walked in.

"Why, finally remembered to look for me?"

Chen Jianqiu still lowered his head.

He glanced at the pair of shoes from the corner of his eye, and naturally guessed the owner of the pair of shoes.

It's a turtledove.

Ordinary people don't have the ability to break into their own barracks, escape the sentries outside, and come outside their tents.

"Mr. Chen, forgive me for not being honest with you before, because the matter is very complicated." Turtle Dove made an apologetic gesture, "I have difficulties."

Chen Jianqiu closed the comic book and sat up from the bed.

"You should explain your difficulties to me."

"Someone tampered with the chief's rope," said the turtledove.

"I know, we've seen that rope." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the chair in front of him, motioning Turtledove to sit down, "Sit down and talk."

But the turtledove didn't intend to sit down.

He still maintains a very respectful posture.

"When the chief fell off the cliff, I was standing next to him. I watched the rope break."

Turtledove seemed to be recalling the scene at that time, his expression was still painful.

"My heart almost fell out of my chest!"

"I rushed to the edge of the cliff, but there was no sign of the chief, so I immediately sent the armadillo back to the town for help."

"I lay down on the edge of the cliff, searched around along the edge, and finally saw the big chief on the side."

"He was lying on a raised part of the cliff, and he had fallen into a coma. There was a tree above him. He should have been hung by that tree when he fell, and then just fell on the raised platform."

Speaking of this, the turtledove's lips were trembling unconsciously, with a look of lingering fear on his face.

"So, how did you get him here?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"I came up with him on my back," said the Turtledove. "I went down there on my own rope, and tied the Chief to me with the broken rope, and climbed up."

"You mean, you carried a comatose person on your back and climbed up that kind of cliff that was close to [-] degrees?" Chen Jianqiu was a little puzzled.

From a normal logic point of view, it seems a bit too surreal.

"I don't know how I did it at the time, I just wanted to bring the chief up." Turtledove didn't explain anything.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Chen Jianqiu did not continue the topic, but changed it, "Then why didn't you just tell Luo Cen, or me? When I came, you had a chance to tell me."

Turtledove took a deep breath.

"Because I couldn't trust anyone, including you."

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