America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 542 The Death of Clikitat

Neither of the two tribes of Indians participating in the meeting carried weapons on the spot.

After all, before the meeting started, the two sides were still living together and were closely related brother tribes.

But the Apaches have always been full of martial arts. Even without hot weapons, hand-to-hand combat is very serious.

In this way, old Marley suffered a lot from his old age.

You can't fight, you can't run, you can't run away, if you are really surrounded, I'm afraid your old bones will fall apart.

What's more, he was the target of the fire.

But fortunately, his "left arm" and "right arm" are still at the level of force, one can fight, the other resists beatings, they have received many punches for him and repelled many enemies at the same time.

But Klickitat's men ultimately prevailed.

After all, they came prepared and recalled Juárez's tribe members in advance, the number of them was a little larger.

In group fights, when all are unarmed, the balance of victory will generally fall to which side whoever has the most people.

The "right arm and right arm" protected the old Marley and fought and retreated.

The members of their tribe were forced out of the sacrificial place and retreated to the street, seeing that the formation was about to be dispersed.

Old Marley gritted his teeth and gave an order to the members of the tribe:
"Copy guy!"

Hearing the patriarch's order, these Indians turned and ran towards the straw piles on the street without the slightest hesitation.

They reached into the hay and groped.

When they took their hands out of the haystack again, a gun appeared in each of them.

There are rifles and there are revolvers.

These guns are all loaded.

Old Marley had already sent someone to get ready, and hid the gun in the haystack beside the roadside house.

He came with the heart of a showdown, but he didn't expect that the showdown would end up so early and in such a form.

Old Ma Lai originally thought that his opponent would be Chen Jianqiu.

Clikitat was originally chasing at the front. Seeing the distressed look of old Marley, he laughed loudly, and was about to make a sarcasm.

But before he could speak, he suddenly saw the gun in the hands of members of the opposing tribe.

Clikitt was stunned, his mind full of question marks.

Where did these guys get their guns from?
But the situation didn't give him much time to think, because the people in the front row opposite had already raised their guns.

"Withdraw! Withdraw! Let's go back and get our guns!" Kikita slammed on the brakes, turned around and ran, and ordered to his tribe members while running.

But it was still too late.

A salvo followed.

Klickitat was the first one to rush, but became the last one when he ran away. Naturally, he was the first to be shot.

He was shot in the ass and thigh and fell to the ground.

Members of the tribe heard gunshots behind them, turned their heads and found that their leader was lying on the ground, hesitating whether to go back to save him,
"Hey! Why are you standing there? Come and save me! You idiots, hiss~ ouch, my ass! Can you mother move faster?"

Clikitart raised his head, stretched his hands forward, and cried out in pain.

Just now he was shot again in the ass, and brilliant blood bloomed.

No one wants to look back.

The Apaches are brave and fearless, but they are not fools.

No one would be willing to die for such a thing.

Old Marley came up with his tribe to hide and kill.

Leaning on crutches, he walked up to Klickitat, squatted down, grabbed the latter's hair, and turned his head around:

"You are very courageous. How dare you attack Geronimo? Do you have the strength? Huh?"

Old Marley stared at Klickitat with a face full of mud, and said viciously.

"Old bastard, why don't you try pulling my hair again!"

Clikitart's hair was pulled so painfully, he roared like a wounded beast,

"Just wait, Boss Chen's hundred or so soldiers are more than enough to take care of you."

"Hey, do you really think Chen Jianqiu is a good person?" Old Ma Lai said in a low voice, "Do you see that we have fought so far, has he made a move?"

"I'm afraid he wants us both to die! You mentally retarded!"

Clikitt was stunned.

Are you being tricked?

He thought of Chen Jianqiu's rather ambiguous attitude towards him before.

Being ambiguous is exclusive to scumbags, and Chen Jianqiu can be regarded as a top-notch "scumbag" when doing these things.

"Damn it, otherwise, let's unite!" Klickitat struggled to raise his head, and said to old Marley, "As long as our two tribes join forces, we can definitely get rid of Chen Jianqiu."

Old Marley took the revolver from Left Arm and shot Klickitat in the head.

"But the problem is, I want you dead too."

Old Marley stood up slowly, leaning on his cane.

For him, a tribal leader who betrayed his relatives and was unwilling to save his own people was meaningless to him.

What's more, this kid scolded so badly just now!

Old Marley still felt puzzled, and kicked Klickitat's body on the head again.

This kick almost caused the old man to strain his leg again.

"Should we go back and fight with Chen Jianqiu and the others?" "Zuo Man" walked quickly to Old Ma Lai and asked in a low voice.

"Fuck it! Withdraw to our residential area, stand firm and wait for the captain's army to come over!"

Old Marley rolled his eyes.

He has some idea of ​​his strength in his heart.

Similarly, he knew very well what kind of person Chen Jianqiu was and what shocking things he had done.

With him in command, even if he had more people than the opponent, Old Marley really didn't have the confidence to defeat the more than 100 soldiers head-on.

Otherwise, he would not hesitate to sell the interests of his tribe to seek military assistance from Colonel Wiltord.

Old Marley had overcome the guilt of being a traitor.

It was originally a choice to break up at this point, lead the tribe to break through, and then fight back with American soldiers.

But Chen Jianqiu and his more than 100 people are all cavalry.

If my people break through, they won't be able to run very far, and they will be killed by Chen Jianqiu one by one!
Therefore, Old Marley chose to stick to it and wait for help.

Under the order of old Marley, his tribal soldiers did not chase into the sacrificial place, but retreated into their own settlements alternately under cover.

The strange thing is that Chen Jianqiu and his soldiers didn't chase after them in a hurry.

Around the altar he was manipulating the defeated Krikitat tribe.

"Anyone who has a weapon will be incorporated into Luo Cen's team. All actions must be obeyed and not act without authorization." Chen Jianqiu issued an order.

"Are we going to kill it?"

Luo Cen also had an extra gun in his hand at this time.

She deftly pulled the bolt down and loaded the bullet.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head with a look of pity:

"It's those two ambitious idiots and some careerists who are afraid of chaos in the world. The members of the tribe below are innocent."

Luo Cen turned his head and looked Chen Jianqiu up and down:
"Chen, when did you become so gentle? This is not like your style."

"They're all our own people." Chen Jianqiu sighed.

The last time the suppression of the rebellion started the killing ring, it had already created a rift between the tribes, and it was also one of the reasons for this rebellion.

Chen Jianqiu had two choices, either to kill the grass and roots, and kill all the people in the rebellious tribe, so as not to leave any trouble.

But this approach is obviously not realistic now.

There are not many Indians here.

Kill again?Or banishing rebellious tribes has no other meaning other than weakening their strength. Instead, it will increase people's inner panic and bring unnecessary troubles.

Therefore, the remaining choice is not to continue to increase the contradiction.

Otherwise, how can this fragmented Indian tribe manage?
"Arrange to surround their area, not to fight, but not to let them out." Chen Jianqiu said, "Wait for news from the other side."

"News from the other side?" Luo Cen looked at Chen Jianqiu with some puzzlement.

"Well, there is an Indian who is leading soldiers and fighting for your interests."

With hands behind his back, Chen Jianqiu looked to the northwest.

If there is no accident, Asuka should have caught fire with the American frontier army.

He prepared a gift for Mr. Wiltord.

Maker, Browning.

(End of this chapter)