Jerónimo sat on the grass like a stone statue, motionless.

Even when Hayabusa came over to persuade him to eat something, he ignored it.

How he hoped that the news sent back by Tanma was wrong!

He even viciously hoped that the turtledove would be if it failed!

However, reality is mocking him mercilessly!

They won!

All succeeded, and he, Jerónimo, on the eve of success, fled......

Escaped!

The famous Jerónimo, who once considered himself the number one warrior in the forests of the Sierra Madre, was the only one to escape in a resounding battle......

……

The sun has sunset, and night has fallen again.

Geronimo's soldiers were all bored. Hayabusa came to Geronimo's side again, and he wanted to ask Geronimo when he would return to the mountain.

Before the falcon could speak, Geronimo spoke first.

His voice was hoarse as if two pieces of glass were 'creaking' against each other.

"Falcon, you say, do we still have the face to go back to the mountains and forests?"

"Uh-" Falcon's face was hot, and he tried to lie, but he couldn't.

"You say, when we return to the tribe, how are we going to deal with our people?" Geronimo asked. "How do I deal with my child?"

"Alas!" Hayabusa slammed his fist to the ground, and he was also very angry. "Chief, I will wipe you when you say this! When we go back, everyone else is sharing the spoils, what are we going to do when we go back? ”

"Even if I'm Geronimo, I'm thick-skinned, don't care about it - you say, if you were a turtledove, would you just kill me? Kill our children and annex our tribes? Geronimo asked.

"How dare he?" The falcon was furious. He also admires the turtledove, but admiration is one thing, the turtledove wants to kill his own chieftain is another thing, help relatives or not, our chieftain is older than the sky!

"Huh!" Jerónimo smiled bitterly, "Falcon, I've been thinking about it for a day and a night, we can't just go back!" ”

"Huh? Sheik? Hayabusa looked at Geronimo, not knowing what the chief meant.

"I'm a turtledove, this time, Jerónimo must be dead!" Jerónimo said.

"Don't worry, chief, with me, he won't dare!" The falcon patted himself on the chest bravely.

Jerónimo stood up.

……

"Are you all rested?" Jerónimo mounted his warhorse.

"Get rested, Chief!" His fighters, now the morale is high.

"That's good. Who can tell me your glory? Where is your glory? Geronimo asked, as he spoke.

The soldiers looked at him in amazement.

"Now you all know, we've won! However, in this victory, we are bystanders who have not achieved an inch! ”

"Just the day before yesterday, the turtledove and fifteen dollars were fighting bloodily, what about us?"

"Just yesterday, they were returning to the mountains and forests with tens of thousands of captives, what about us?"

"What are we going to take back? My pouch is still full! My sword is not stained with blood yet! We don't even have a scar on our body! ”

"What if we go back to the mountains and forests like this, and others are celebrating the victory with joy?"

"If your wife and children ask you what the hell you're doing, how do you answer?"

"They have formed two legions, and the fame of Tonatiu and Shulotel will spread throughout the Sierra Madre, and what about us? What should we be called? ”

Geronimo asked a long list of questions in one go.

His horse snorted restlessly, driven to and fro by Geronimo.

No one dared to answer Geronimo's question.

Everyone knows that when Geronimo asks you with suppressed anger, you'd better not touch your head.

Because Geronimo doesn't like to be robbed of the answer he was ready to say!

"You don't know, do you?"

"You're ashamed, aren't you?"

"I'm as ashamed as you are! My warriors! Jerónimo said suddenly.

After saying this, Geronimo paused for a moment. It seems to be thinking, and it seems to be accumulating strength.

"I need you to fight! I'm going to fight with you! ”

"Now, the two tentacles of the western front of the El Paso Legion have been broken by us, and from the wasteland between the Pecos River to the Grande River, there is no more formed white army that can threaten us in a short time!"

"Warriors, let me tell you where our glory is!"

Geronimo raised his gun and pointed to the east.

"There are many estates and villages there! There are mountains of wealth! There are white weak chickens who are scared and trembling! Our glory is there! ”

"I, Jerónimo, will lead you to the glory that is rightfully yours!"

"In this battle, I will allow you to keep half of all the property you have captured!"

There was a commotion from the soldiers, and they all looked left and right, eager to try.

"We will also form our own legions, and when we return with a full load, we can also shout our names openly!"

"It's called, Tezcatlipoca! Master of the night, eternal winner of all wars! ”

"I, Jerónimo, will lead you in an invincible battle!"

"I, Jerónimo, am not weaker than people!"

As Jerónimo waved the musket in his hand, he shouted this last sentence.

The worm, who was supposed to be dying, suddenly raised his gunpowder-scorched hand and shouted, "Tezcatlipoca! ”

"Tezcatlipoca!"

"Tezcatlipoca!"

The warriors, with red eyes, shouted along.

Geronimo turned his horse's head and rushed out in a southeasterly direction as the light was completely swallowed up by the night.

……

In 19th-century Texas, the manor economy was the dominant form of economy.

The manor's defenses were extremely weak, there were no dock forts, and some manors didn't even have walls.

The reason for this is that at this time, the United States, on the one hand, was young and vigorous, and on the other hand, it seemed to be fighting against the Indians every year, but on the whole, the wind and rain were smooth and the world was peaceful.

Its main threat comes from two sides, one is the foreign enemy, Mexico; One was the internal enemy, the black slaves and the Indians.

On the foreign side, the Mexican threat is, objectively, a product of American expansionism. Mexico isn't that strong, it's just molded to be very strong. To use a similar analogy, two hundred years later, the United States once considered Afghanistan its main enemy. In fact, Afghanistan has no power to defend itself against it, and this is in fact an adversary that has been deliberately erected for the purpose of expansion.

As for the internal enemy, the Indians die hundreds of thousands every year, which can be regarded as a nuisance, but it is far from a threat. And what about the black slaves—the slaves at this time were fanatically loving slavery! They even wept in gratitude to the slave owners, and to put it less rigorously, they liked slavery the most, and it was the slaves themselves who defended it the most.

While independence movements and slave revolts erupted all over the world in the 19th century, slaves remained silent in the new continent of America. The most recent slave revolt, and the largest in American history, came more than 30 years ago when a black mixed-race slave named Charles Deslundes in Louisiana led the capture of André's estate. The result of the uprising was, of course, a failure, but the absurdity is that this 'largest' uprising lasted only three days, and the only 'result' was the killing of two whites, and that's it.

More than 200 years later, the Wild West, which has been portrayed in many movies as dangerous, is in fact full of loopholes, and can even be described as 'military waste'. Except for a few Team Fortresses, the wasteland was empty.

Cowboys kill and kill, and it's always themselves. The so-called gunfire romance is, in the final analysis, a trick of black eating black.

……

In another time and space, never has an army, with the goal of destroying and exterminating, wreak havoc on the territory of America.

So, when Geronimo marched into the heart of Texas with his freshly baked 'Texcatlipoca Legion', even he didn't expect what a bloody storm he would set off!

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