America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 149 Every good shooter is a fisherman

General Crook was determined this time to catch Geronimo and his Apache scum.

First, one of his regular troops of more than fifty people disappeared into the wilderness of southwestern New Mexico.

Except for those few who escaped, almost the entire army was wiped out.

This was an unforgettable defeat and a shame in his career.

Secondly, the important officials in New Mexico were very dissatisfied with Crook's inaction. They could not sit back and watch Geronimo's tribe go unpunished. This man had become a totem of the Indian independence movement in the southwestern United States.

What's more, this man also carried out armed raids on towns where white people gathered from time to time.

They thought what Crook did was simply heart-warming.

It was his conciliatory and gentle treatment of the Apaches in Arizona that caused these primitive people to not understand the goodness of the white master.

"According to my opinion, any Indian who is unwilling to stay on the allocated reservation land will be killed on sight." A certain congressman said.

Colonel Crook couldn't tell the story of his misfortune. Back then, he could still keep up with Geronimo by bribing Indian traitors.

This time, he lost track again.

In the western United States, it is too easy for eighteen people to disappear under the eyes of the US military.

Chen Jianqiu and Geronimo led the U.S. military by the nose and shuttled back and forth between the wasteland and the mountain forest. They always kept a certain distance from the most advanced reconnaissance troops.

These troops are Crook's Hounds.

When a small branch of the army is left alone.

Chen Jianqiu doesn't mind emerging from the unknown at night or in heavy fog and biting off the nose of a hunting dog.

Since no one was left alive every time he took action, all these things were blamed on Geronimo.

The name "Apache God of War" is getting more and more popular, and it is said that it has been used by white mothers in nearby towns to stop their children from crying (this article is false).

In addition to Crook, another person has lost the target he has been tracking.

Pinkerton's chief detective, hook-nosed Lynch, appeared not far from Santa Fe with his subordinates.

They set up camp in a cave.

"Sir, according to the investigation, the last time Chen Jianqiu appeared was in Santa Fe City, where he killed a local police officer." Lynch's subordinates reported to him.

The subordinate held a stack of paper in his hand, which recorded the places where Chen Jianqiu had appeared and his analysis report.

Lynch took the paper he handed over, took a sip of the coffee in the cup, and immediately frowned.

The subordinates were very nervous, not knowing why the sinister officer in front of him was frowning, whether it was the coffee or his report.

Lynch glanced at the color of the coffee in the quilt and poured out the rest.

"The water in New Mexico tastes really bad." Lynch still frowned, "Didn't the Santa Fe authorities issue a wanted order for him?"

"Well, no, he killed the police officer in a duel. Astor and a local hotel owner were witnesses." The subordinate said, "Everyone even saw that the police officer drew his gun first.

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Lin Qi thought for a moment and continued to ask: "Is there any news from over there?"

"No, my commander, there has been no news from there for a long time. I'm afraid..." The subordinate hesitated to speak.

Lynch was silent.

"I know where the person you are looking for is." A voice suddenly came from outside the cave.

"Ka, ka..."

The Pinkerton detectives present raised their guns and pointed at the entrance of the cave, where an old man with white hair and beard stood.

The old man spread his hands to show that he meant no harm. He was wearing denim clothes, but he had the face of an old gentleman.

The detectives relaxed their vigilance slightly after discovering that there was no one else following the old man.

"Are you? The mayor before Montrose?" Lynch's subordinates recognized him.

When Chen Jianqiu first arrived in Montrose, Pinkerton's detectives were also nearby. They did not enter the town, but quietly investigated the local situation.

"Yes, when Chen Jianqiu and the others came to Montrose for the first time, if you hadn't been there, I might have taken action."

The old gentleman was smiling, but there was some reluctance in his smile.

"Didn't you take action later?" Lynch teased the mayor with a smile, "So, you haven't given up yet?"

The mayor wasn't angry, at least on the surface it didn't look that way.

"I know much more about treasures than you do." The mayor narrowed his eyes, "And I can tell you with certainty that the place he will go to next will be Lincoln County."

"Why should I believe you?" Lynch actually has no interest in a person who has failed. He has always believed that associating with losers is a very stupid behavior.

"Do you have a choice?" The mayor laughed and handed Lynch a letter.

Lin Qi read it quickly, folded the letter and handed it back to the mayor.

His attitude changed.

"So, what are your conditions?"

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Near the edge of a mountain, suddenly an eagle whistle came from high in the sky.

After hovering in the air for a while, a golden eagle began to land, and finally landed on the shoulder of a Chinese man.

Chen Jianqiu threw a piece of meat to Corn, then turned and walked towards the temporary camp behind him.

Crook's troops were not found around.

Corn is now Chen Jianqiu's best eyes, and it is also one of the important reasons why they can continue to lead the US military.

More than a week has passed since the last night attack.

They have arrived in the southeastern part of New Mexico. In the past few days, except for a caravan selling groceries when entering the mountains, they have not encountered anyone else.

Crook's army seemed to have lost track again.

Compared with the wasteland in the southwest where there are only tumbleweeds and loess except for cacti, patches of green gradually appear here due to the increase in water systems.

There is a small lake in the mountain behind them. They plan to repair it here for a day or two, and then continue towards the target area.

He walked into the camp.

Ikaruga and Danny have recovered from their injuries. Their injuries did not damage their bones. Teresa has superb medical skills, and Geronimo is also an experienced doctor.

In addition to the medicines they brought with them, they also used herbs that could be found in the wilderness.

At this time, the two of them were sitting on the rocks beside the campfire, exchanging something. Turtledove became more and more proficient in English, and Danny also learned some Indian tribe languages.

Chen Jianqiu put the corn on the shelf and bent down to pluck the firewood in the campfire.

"Chen!" someone called him from behind.

Chen Jianqiu looked back and saw that Adam was waving to him.

This guy was holding two strange-shaped objects in his hands, which were assembled from cut branches and some sundries obtained from the boxcar.

There are wheels, lines, hooks, and sequined lures that I got from nowhere.

"Could this be a fishing rod?" Chen Jianqiu looked at this thing that looked like a fishing rod repeatedly, "It seems to be a lure rod."

"What is a lure?" Adam was a little confused.

"Oh, it's nothing." Chen Jianqiu felt that this fishing guy who smoked and drank should know much more than he did.

"Let's go." Adam handed a pole to Chen Jianqiu, "Follow me to the lake behind."

Chen Jianqiu followed Adam towards the lake in the mountain.

"I remember I told you before that if I have time, I will teach you the training method to extend the shooting state time," Adam said to Chen Jianqiu when he was approaching the lake.

"Well, you said..." Chen Jianqiu responded, but then realized, "The training method you mentioned is fishing, right?"

Adam acquiesced, and while observing the water conditions at the lakeside, he arranged his fishing gear.

"Every good shooter is actually a good fisherman." This sentence popped out of Adam's mouth.

Chen Jianqiu was still digesting the inevitable relationship between shooters and fishing, but Adam was already pointing to the sparkling waves not far away:

"Over there, lake trout."

Before he finished speaking, he had already thrown out the fishing rod in his hand, controlled the wheel, controlled the bait, and retracted and unrolled the line.

After a while, a shiny lake trout was dragged ashore by him.

"Try it." Adam said to Chen Jianqiu while unhooking the lively trout.

Chen Jianqiu also followed the same example and threw the fishing rod forward, and the bait accurately landed at the target position.

"Yes, very talented." Adam affirmed, "Now, turn on the shooter mode and follow your bait with your eyes."

The scenery in front of Chen Jianqiu turned into a film in the darkroom. He could clearly see his bait and even the fish chasing the bait underwater.

"Control the fishing line and feel it. Now, the fishing rod is the gun in your hand." Adam's voice seemed to come from a very far away place.

The bait jumped, as if it suddenly came to life. The hungry lake trout took the bait and bit the bait into its mouth.

But what makes Chen Jianqiu strange is that the shooter's state is still continuing, and he doesn't feel at all the fatigue and heavy load on his heart that he feels when using a gun.

The fish was dragged up, and Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath, feeling relaxed and happy.

"How did you discover this training method?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"My teacher taught me the same thing I'm teaching you now." Adam continued to throw his pole, his eyes dim, "Unfortunately, I failed to live up to his expectations."

"This method can reduce the burden on your heart caused by the shooter state and prolong the duration. This once benefited me a lot, but then, I did something, and since then, my heart has never been the same again.

If I haven't calmed down, this method will be ineffective for me.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, and he didn't continue to ask.

He didn't ask what those things were, or why he did what he did.

The two of them were fishing quietly by the lake.

A breeze blew from the lake, blowing over Chen Jianqiu's face and causing his hat to tilt slightly.

"You will be my forever teacher." Chen Jianqiu suddenly said something.

"Well, yes." Adam said briefly and affirmatively without raising his head.

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Second update, because some of the responses are too short, and since I don’t want to be a short author, I added some space, but it is definitely not watery. One thing I can guarantee is that as long as the content appears, it will be useful.

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