America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 545
The appearance of Geronimo caused a commotion in the town.

The former Indian God of War rode a horse to Chen Jianqiu's side, followed by Turtledove and his wife.

Geronimo was injured and looked much older.

But he still kept his tall and straight figure, and declined Chen Jianqiu who came up to help him.

"My children." Geronimo waved at the gathered Apaches, "I'm sorry for worrying everyone!"

At this time, he is not so much the chief of a tribe, but more like a kind elder and spiritual leader.

The people below looked at the great chief who had "resurrected from the dead", and many of them had tears in their eyes.

They were driven out of their homes, and they were besieged and suppressed by the US military all the way, and they were displaced.

But they have been following the person in front of them from beginning to end.

In the eyes of these Apaches, Geronimo is no longer a simple tribal chief, but a spiritual totem.

"I asked Mr. Chen to direct this play, the purpose is to let some people show their true colors." The chief took the initiative to take over the matter, "I am not accusing them of betrayal, everyone has their own ambitions, but this should never be On the premise of harming fellow citizens."

Luo Cen and the clansmen around her remained silent, while the people of the other two tribes seemed a little panicked.

"Great chief, these things, we..." Old Marley's "right man" Passamakodi raised his head and wanted to say something, but Geronimo stopped him by laying his hands on him.

"This matter is in the past, and I will not pursue it anymore, but you must understand that what you have done will bring disaster to everyone." He said a little tiredly.

Of course Passamacodi knew what Geronimo meant by catastrophe.

Once the American troops hooked up by old Marley come here, they don't care which tribe you are from.

Wiltord's policy towards the Indians has always been to kill the grass and roots.

Sweat trickled down Passamakodi's brow.

Because he heard the sound of horseshoes coming from the direction of Taniguchi.

The Indians present were ready to go back to the house to get their weapons as if they were facing an enemy.

Chen Jianqiu jumped onto the roof with one stride.

He raised his binoculars and looked in the direction of Taniguchi.

"Everyone, don't be nervous, our own people are here!"

After seeing the people who came, Chen Jianqiu put a smile on his mouth, put down his binoculars, jumped off the roof, and said to the nervous Apache people.

Soon, amidst everyone's doubts, a group of people entered the town and came to the front.

A young Indian with an automatic rifle in his hand got off his horse and came to Geronimo and Chen Jianqiu.

"Wiltord and his army should have retreated," Asuka said.

Geronimo stepped forward and gave Asuka a big hug:

"Hey, my good brother, thank you."

He put his arms around Asuka's shoulders, pulled him in front of everyone, and introduced:

"Everyone, it is this hero who repelled the American army who was about to come to destroy us. He is our hero!"

Asuka was a little taken aback.

As a shy person, this sudden appreciation made him a little overwhelmed.

He hurriedly looked at Chen Jianqiu who was standing on one side, only to find that the latter was clapping his hands cheerfully.

Seeing Asuka cast his gaze over, Chen Jianqiu nodded slightly at him.

The surrounding Apaches were at a loss at first, but when the chief and Chen Jianqiu both clapped their hands, they clapped their hands too.

Everything subsided.

Clikitart was dead, and old Marley was banished.

Members of other rebellious tribes were forgiven, and the Indians who gathered in the town center dispersed to return to a peaceful life.

Two days later.

By the altar at the entrance of the town, only Geronimo and Chen Jianqiu were left.

Geronimo half-kneeled beside the pile of stones, with his hands flat in front of him, palms up, his eyes closed, and he muttered something.

Chen Jianqiu stood aside, quietly watched the chief finish all the rituals, and stood up.

It can be seen that the injuries on his body still have an impact on his actions.

"Is there any smoke?" the chief asked suddenly.

"I don't have any cigarettes, but I brought a few cigars, but Teresa told me that smoking is not conducive to the recovery of the injury."

Although Chen Jianqiu said so, he still took out a cigar from his clothes, cut off the end of the cigar, and handed it to Geronimo.

Geronimo took the cigar and put it in his mouth.

Chen Jianqiu looked him up and down: "Why do I feel that you have changed?"

"Oh?" Geronimo glanced at Chen Jianqiu, with the unique cunning of an Indian old man in his eyes, "Where have I changed?"

"You seem to have let go of some things." Chen Jianqiu said bluntly, "The state is much more relaxed."

Geronimo laughed:

"Is there a possibility that this is what I used to be?"

He held a cigar in one hand, put one hand on his waist, and looked into the distance:
"I plan to hand over the tribal affairs to Asuka."

"Oh? He's not from the Apache tribe." Chen Jianqiu and the chief stood shoulder to shoulder.

"It's okay, the Apache people respect heroes with outstanding abilities. Asuka is a brave warrior. I knew it when I first met. There are many people here who came here together. I will stay for a while and gradually Leave it to him."

"When I look at him, it's like seeing the young me." The chief took a puff of smoke and said with emotion, "He has a kind heart and will lead my people to the future."

"What about you?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Me? I plan to cross the border and go back to my hometown." Geronimo turned his head and gave Chen Jianqiu a meaningful look. "I'm getting old, I always want to go home and have a look."

"If you want to go, I'm afraid Luo Cen and the others will go with you." Chen Jianqiu lit a cigar for himself, lowered his head, and said in a flat tone.

"No, I told them, they have to get used to life without me." Geronimo patted Chen Jianqiu on the shoulder, "I'm old, you can let me retire, it should be handed over to young people, Leave it to the young people."

Chen Jianqiu did not answer immediately.

Two people stood there, each with a cigar in his mouth, tacitly understanding each other.

The great chief has long understood that perhaps for his tribe, this is the best destination.

After a long time, Chen Jianqiu opened his mouth and said slowly:
"Trust Asuka, he's a nice young man."

Chen Jianqiu left Asuka and Geronimo to deal with the matter of Apache Town in Juárez Valley.

According to his plan, Apaches and even other Indians who are unwilling to be oppressed will come here later.

"You were a chief and you are still a chief, a true Indian chief."

When parting, Chen Jianqiu said this to Asuka.

He and Abiot returned to Juárez with the troops.

"Boss, what about Wiltord and his border guards? I think they took the initiative to provoke this time. Although they suffered from being dumb, they probably won't let it go."

In the office of Juarez City Hall, Abiot said to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu was looking at the summary table of his factory's import and export trade at the Juarez port. Hearing what Abiot said, he raised his head:

"Wiltord? What is he?"

After the Civil War, especially after the disappearance of large-scale Indian resistance, the status of the U.S. Union Army went from bad to worse.

In the past few decades, economic development has been the main theme, and the best talents in the United States have gone to business to make money and develop and build.

They exploit and consume natural resources such as mines, forests, land and rivers in the west at the fastest speed.

Serve as a soldier?What kind of soldier?

And since there are no votes in the regular army, politicians don't think about this group.

Members of Congress have repeatedly proposed to continue disarmament and reduce military expenditures of the Army.

If it was ten years ago, when Crook was around, Chen Jianqiu would still have taken a look at him; but now this Wiltord doesn't even have the qualifications to be his opponent.

Abiot quietly waited for Chen Jianqiu's order.

Chen Jianqiu continued to lower his head, flipping through the report.

"I have a way to deal with them." He said without raising his head, "Those people who are full and can't recognize their position, starve them for a few days first, and then talk about the rest."

After Wiltord returned to his barracks, he had a big fight with Burke.

He accused the latter of holding him back all day.

If Burke hadn't brought the infantry back in advance, the victory or defeat is still unknown, and Geronimo's body might have been sent to Washington as a spoil of war.

Burke never had any objections to his chief before, even if he disagreed, he would choose to execute and obey first.

But this time, he didn't get used to the brainless officer in front of him.

"The cross-border attack resulted in countless casualties. Please explain to the Army Headquarters and the families of those casualties." Burke said coldly.

Wiltord was so choked that he couldn't speak a word.

He knew that Burke was right.

If you win, you can send a telegram to the Army Headquarters to ask them to support you.

Now that he lost the fight, not only was it unreasonable, but those gentlemen in the headquarters might want to fuck him first.

Tor Todd was deflated.

Apart from locking himself in the command room of the fort all day to study how to target Chen Jianqiu, he had nothing else to do.

At noon that day, Wiltord was masturbating at the map hanging on the wall in his room.

Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from outside, as if someone was arguing in the barracks, the sound was quite loud.

This irritated the Colonel very much.

He threw away the pen in his hand, opened the door of his house, and stood at the door with his hips akimbo.

He saw that in the middle of the barracks, where meals were usually distributed in the small shed, a group of excited soldiers were surrounding the shed.

They waved their fists, as if talking about something.

Wiltord frowned and walked over:

"What are you doing? So noisy?"

Behind the crowd, the colonel asked in a deep voice with his hands behind his back.

When the soldiers found that their chief was coming, they all shut up.

A road parted between them.

With his hands behind his back, Wiltord slowly swayed in along the path that the soldiers made way for.

His leather boots creaked on the ground, and he looked around at the soldiers as he walked.

Wiltord noticed that these soldiers were also looking at him blankly.

He walked to the front of the shed and found that the munitions soldier who was in charge of distributing the food was looking at him nervously.

"What happened?" asked the colonel.

Before the munitions soldier could speak, a soldier next to him answered directly for him:

"Sir, we used to only eat two meals a day, but now we have to deduct our rations for this meal at noon. There used to be two pieces of bread, but now there is only one piece, and it is smaller than before. How can this make the brothers live?" ?”

The soldier angrily threw the piece of bread less than half the size of his palm on the wooden table.

When Wiltord saw it, he was immediately out of breath.

He slapped the table with a "bang", which startled the quartermaster soldiers.

"What's going on?" the colonel snapped, "How can there be rations deducted in my team?"

In his team, there are some owed military salaries, but it is not enough to deduct the soldiers' rations.

Someone must have embezzled.
Wiltord's anger reached its peak in an instant.

He pulled out the revolver at his waist and pointed at the military supply soldier: "Tell me quickly, what's going on, who gave you the courage to tamper with the military rations?"

The quartermaster was so frightened that he almost peed in his pants.

"Sir, really, I didn't do it, yes, the quartermaster told me to do it."

"What about the others?" Wiltord asked relentlessly.

"It's over there at the warehouse." The military supply soldier didn't dare to neglect at all, and hurriedly replied.

Wiltord didn't care about the soldiers around him, he took his revolver and walked quickly towards the warehouse.

The warehouse door was ajar.

The colonel pushed the door open and found the quartermaster inside, counting the supplies inside with a sad face.

Seeing the colonel pushing the door open, he immediately stood up straight and gave a military salute to Wiltord.

"Sir, how did you come here?" The quartermaster caught a glimpse of the revolver in the colonel's hand, and felt a little nervous for no reason.

"Jackson, I need an explanation!" Wiltord asked coldly with his fingers cruising around the trigger of the revolver, "Why are the soldiers' rations reduced?"

Hearing the officer's words, the quartermaster's face became even more bitter.

He pointed to the corner of the warehouse, where the few sacks of flour were stacked.

"Sir, our inventory is here. If you don't save yourself, it won't last for a few days." He shrugged.

Wiltord's eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.

The quartermaster didn't say that he hadn't noticed that the warehouse that was full had become empty at some point.

"If you don't have any, go to the nearest train station to get it! Aren't there regular deliveries of flour and other supplies?" The colonel asked, "Just go to the military area!"

"The team that went to transport food just came back yesterday." The quartermaster pointed to the empty flatbed trucks outside the warehouse and said, "The station is closed, and the train doesn't stay there anymore."

He took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Wiltord.

The colonel opened it and looked.

Here is a notice posted on the station wall:

Due to the adjustment of the route planning, this site will be closed, I wish you a happy life.

Signed "Santa Fe Railroad Company."

Are the current railway companies so capricious?
The colonel wanted to tear the paper to shreds.

Their military camp is located on the border line, and all supplies are transported from the nearest train station. If this is the case, it will kill him.

"Did the military area say what to do?"

When Wiltord asked this question, he felt so stupid.

The train station is closed, and the natural telegraph station is also closed. Where can I go to contact the Arizona Military District.

"I have a way." The quartermaster suddenly remembered something.

"You said."

The Colonel was a little irritable.

"We can go to the nearest town to buy it ourselves. Although it is farther away, it is better than starving to death here." The quartermaster said.

Wiltord's teeth ached.

Because the nearest town from here is called Roswell.

(End of this chapter)