Jerónimo had never read any military books, and he hadn't even read much of them.

As an Indian, the oral story of the clan had been discontinued by his generation, and the old Indians had already seen the shadow of "Jehovah" or "Moses" from time to time in the stories told by the old Indians.

But it's such a fragmented story, where others hear 'love' and 'peace', but what Geronimo hears is blood and killing.

No one ever told him how to fight a battle, what left and right flanks the cavalry should be divided into, and what dense formations or skirmishers the infantry should line...... These are things that Jeronimo has never had the opportunity to touch.

He just relied on his own instinct to imagine the war as a life-and-death fight.

It is to use the fastest speed to drop the most powerful weapon on the most lethal body parts of the enemy.

He can take ten punches from the enemy, and he only throws one. But this punch of his will definitely smash the throat of the enemy!

Some people say that he is like a poisonous snake, and Geronimo thinks that these people are overestimating him.

At best, he was just a frozen snake, a hungry skinny tiger, a dying sleeping crocodile.

……

When his cavalry appeared on the opposite side of the manor, they had already been spotted by the people of the manor.

Two knights ran out of the manor, wanting to ask him why he was here? Don't you know that this is Lord Catingson's estate?

Geronimo's cavalry ran straight over the two knights, not giving them a chance to say a second word at all.

Immediately afterward, a fire burned in the cotton field.

The black slave ran around, and the steward on the horse was shot off the horse with a picture.

Then the manor was on fire!

When Geronimo rode into the hall of the huge building, several white men were sitting at the table ready to enjoy their dinner.

Huge candelabra hangs from the high roof, giving the room a rosy shade.

Jerónimo rode over, picked up a slender figure, threw it into the air, and fired a shot at the screaming figure.

The bullet didn't hit the falling figure, but the unfortunate man had already fallen to the ground, and he was silent.

"Robbery!"

Geronimo yelled.

The soldiers behind him swarmed in after him, and soon the white-haired Lord turned the entire building upside down.

The Lord was still dignified at first, and the black bow tie on his chest came to life like a butterfly on his white shirt, declaring his dignity.

But when his front teeth were smashed with the butt of a gun, he became a wailing bereaved dog, trembling and opening the safe he had hidden next to the fireplace.

The worm found a sack out of nowhere and shoved the neatly stacked green paper inside.

Upstairs, the bee threw down a huge wooden box, which fell to the ground and shattered, and silver and gold coins splattered everywhere like bursting sparks.

Jerónimo looked at all this coldly, unmoved.

Let those people wail and beg.

He just kills a person every once in a while.

Jerónimo didn't speak any white language, such as English or Spanish, but he could say 'spare' in at least eight languages. In this devastated land, begging became the innate skill of all Indian children, and they had to master it from the time they began to speak.

And now, the words that were once familiar have become what others are saying, and he is listening.

Just before the house was burned to the point of collapse, Geronimo withdrew from the building. Before leaving, he shoved the old lord, who trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, into the fireplace.

"Let's go!"

Geronimo didn't drag his feet in the slightest, and withdrew with his team after the robbery.

"Chief, there are still a lot of ...... in the ruins" Worm carried a huge bag, hoping that Geronimo would allow him to stay a little longer, if only for a while!

Jerónimo gave him a resounding slap in the face.

"Listen up, worm! You can give me any suggestion, but you can't question any decision I make! ”

Crowds of men roared away, leaving behind the burning manor.

The worm got on his horse at the end, and followed him.

……

The flames of the manor are raging, and under the starry sky, they are just an insignificant firefly.

The hell on earth here cannot penetrate the fog of the night. At least until dawn will anyone realize that the thriving Lord Catingson's estate has been reduced to a scorched earth.

"Jeronimo! The direction back to camp is on this side! We're on the wrong track! "The worm finally caught up.

"I know, there was no mistake!" Jerónimo said coldly.

"Then why do we ......?"

"Go grab the next one!" Jeronimo said.

Next?

Once again, the worm fell into confusion.

Jerónimo, you're so bold -

The cavalry ran unscrupulously in the night, not afraid of the rumbling hooves of horses disturbing countless sleepy animals.

Jerónimo has never understood what to leave three points to spare.

Fighting a war is like fighting, you can go as fast as you want, and you should be as ruthless as you want!

……

Of all of Geronimo's men, Bee has always considered himself the most special one.

Last year, the Pétain tribe was attacked by a white army and nearly wiped out.

It was the bee, with Geronimo, who broke through all the dangers from the camp of Pétain Cohe, and entered the forests of the Sierra Madre.

At the beginning of the tribe's foothold, one was poor and two white, and they were so hungry that they gnawed on the bark.

It was the bee that gave half of its prey to Jeronimo that kept him alive.

It wasn't until later that the tribe grew stronger and stronger, and so did the status of bees in the tribe.

Geronimo lived in a house with glass windows, and Bee lived in that room.

The coffee beans exchanged by the tribe, Jeronimo took half of it, and the bee also took half of it.

Geronimo reprimanded the priests of the tribe like dogs, but never spoke anything serious about the bees.

Bee felt that he was like Geronimo's father, and all his previous efforts were now rewarded. Jerónimo held him the most respectful of any person in the tribe.

This time, in the midst of the raging firelight, green paper flew all over the sky, silver pesos clanged, and the bee felt like an invincible warrior who had broken into the dragon's lair, and he was in high spirits!

In the third dragon's lair, Bee broke into a golden bedroom and saw a snow-white woman.

"My name is Marilyn, and your chief promised me ......"

Bee doesn't think it's a big deal.

As he walked down the stairs satisfied, he found that the muzzle of Geronimo's gun was on his chest.

"Jay...... Jerome, what are you...... Do? ”

"Bang!"

The recoil of the muzzle of the gun made Geronimo, who was holding the gun in one hand, shake his shoulder, and even his body couldn't help but lean back slightly.

Jeronimo's hoarse voice roared:

"We robbed, we killed, we set fires...... Anything can be done, but, whoever commits it dies! ”

After Jeronimo finished roaring, he took a deep look at the bee lying in a pool of blood.

Then he turned around and walked away without hesitation.

"Withdraw!"