America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Geronimo's tribe hides in a cave.

The entrance of the cave faces another adjacent barren hill, so the fire in the cave will not appear too dazzling in the wilderness night.

"The rest of the people are here." Geronimo pointed to the people beside the fire.

Chen Jianqiu looked around the cave.

This is an extremely crude camp, even different from the one of the Asuka Tribe before.

The cave is not small, and during the day, it can provide the Indians with a bit of shade in the hot New Mexico desert;

There were some boxes and supplies stacked in the corner, and simple beds were made of cloth or animal skins on the ground.

These people just live here.

Some women and old men were sitting by the campfire, mending clothes. When they noticed that their chief came in with a stranger, they all raised their heads.

Extreme malnutrition makes them look sallow and thin, with tired eyes.

Chen Jianqiu roughly counted the number of people, and found that there were less than a hundred people, half of whom were old, weak, women and children. How did Geronimo lead these people to deal with the US military that was several times his own from Arizona to New Mexico?

"What do you usually eat?" Chen Jianqiu asked. He found nothing to eat in the cave.

"Usually we would look for opportunities to attack their unprepared camps, transportation teams, or go to nearby white settlements to "borrow" some food, but that would be easy to be discovered. If that were the case, we would have to move the camp again

Yes." Geronimo said.

"More often, we can only hunt hares and pick cacti to survive the days without supplies."

"In my impression, didn't they provide you with a reservation for relocation?" Danny behind Chen Jianqiu asked. He and his wife were checking the injury of an Indian warrior, ""

"Those are all lies." Geronimo sighed, "The reservation land assigned to us is barren and desolate. It is completely incomparable to our homeland. I have tried to take my people back to the reservation land to plant.

Corn, but what greets us is the white people's betrayal time and time again."

"They will only imprison us in a small area and then control our group. They will take away our weapons and eat away at our will until we survive like a bunch of bedbugs." The flying birds on the side felt the same way.

"They will not fulfill their promises."

"Do you drink?" Geronimo dug out a few bottles of wine from the pile of boxes at the edge of the cave and handed them over. "They got them from the Mexicans. I'm sorry, I don't have anything to entertain you."

Adam took it unceremoniously. He seemed to have completely forgotten Theresa's warning.

"Tequila, it tastes pretty good, Chen, you can try it." He took a sip and said to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the wine, sat on a horizontal tree trunk by the campfire, and took a sip.

The wine has a strong flavor with some bitterness.

Geronimo sat opposite him, and the chief looked at him quietly across the bonfire.

"Why don't you drink?" Chen Jianqiu was a little surprised.

If Adam hadn't said that the wine was fine, he probably wouldn't have touched the bottle. The old drunkard is very knowledgeable about alcohol, poisons, hallucinogens, and anesthetics.

Geronimo smiled and shook his head, with a bitter smile.

"I was deceived by the Mexicans. More than ten years ago, they negotiated peace with us and sent a whole box of tequila. My soldiers were all very drunk that night."

"The next day they attacked our camp and dozens of us died. From then on, I never drank again."

Chen Jianqiu stopped talking and drank quietly for a while.

Asuka also sat over.

The three of them started chatting nonstop.

During the chat, Chen Jianqiu learned that the Chiricahua tribe led by Geronimo was a branch of the Apaches. He had been fighting against the Mexicans since he was a child. But later, he discovered that the Blue Shirts of the United States Confederacy

The cavalry is their most dangerous enemy.

The common tactic used by the white rulers is to trick them into peace talks, and then use the opportunity of the peace talks to kill their leaders at the location of the peace talks.

Many Indian chiefs died in this way.

The previous tribal leader of Chiricahua was like this, and the same was true for Asuka's father, Crazy Horse.

Without their homeland, the tribe loses its foundation; without its leader, people lose their way forward.

The indigenous people on this continent disappeared into thin air in the long river of history.

"By the way, what are you doing here? It shouldn't be a simple escape, right?" Geronimo looked at the young man in front of him who had the same skin color as him.

This man was different from the outlaws he knew in the West. He was deft, brave, and decisive, but by no means cruel.

"I have some ideas, but before that, we are still looking for something." Chen Jianqiu said frankly, "This is also the reason why Astor kidnapped the high priest."

He called Holmes, took the notebook from his hand, opened it, took out the human skin map, and handed it to Geronimo.

Geronimo looked at the human skin map by the light of the campfire, but couldn't see why.

The high priest also sat over and took the map from the chief's hand.

He had seen a copy of this map in Astna, so he didn't look at it for long.

Then, he began to communicate with Geronimo in his native language.

After a moment, Geronimo turned around and explained the results of the discussion to Chen Jianqiu and the others in English, while the high priest was still looking down at the human skin map.

"This is something from the Nahua people. They are a branch of the Apache tribe like us, but they speak a different language."

"Their original place of residence was adjacent to ours, but they were driven out of their original place just like us."

"The Nahuas!" Holmes, who was sitting next to him, exclaimed, "Yes! Why didn't I think that their culture has a lot in common with the Aztecs? But are there any of them still alive?

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"I haven't heard from them for a long time." Geronimo said, "Our culture and customs are similar, but I heard from the old people that there have been many fights between each other."

There has never been peace between Indian tribes, even if they belong to the same tribe, let alone where they live next to each other.

While everyone was still discussing.

Suddenly, the high priest pulled out the ax from Geronimo's waist.

Except for Geronimo and Chen Jianqiu, everyone present was shocked. They didn't know what this seemingly frail old man was going to do.

"Blood!" The priest pointed to the human skin map and said in blunt English, his voice extremely hoarse.

His hand was ready to lean on the ax blade.

While everyone was still confused, Chen Jianqiu already understood what the priest meant.

"I'll do it." He looked at the skinny high priest and took out the dagger from his boots.

He roasted the dagger on the fire, and after the temperature dropped, he opened his palm, and then raised his hand above the human skin map.

Blood dripped drop by drop on the human skin map, gradually spreading and spreading to every corner of the map.

Gradually, the map seemed to come alive.

Another screen appeared on the back of the map.