The line of Nava's dozen men was not very long, and their Appaloosama was not very fast, but they were very familiar with the wasteland.

Chen Jianqiu and the three of them followed behind them, galloping in the direction of the south.

The remnants of the Nawa tribe apparently chose to camp in the mountains to the south.

The group entered the mountain by the moonlight.

The mountains here are different from those in Wyoming, Utah and Colorado, and the arbor forests are concentrated according to the distribution of water resources, and if you can see the woods, there must be karst caves around.

And between each forest, there is a bare patch, there may be some low shrubs, or nothing.

However, in those green arbor forests, the overall environment is relatively good, and compared to Roswell, there is at least water here.

They quickly entered one of the forests, and soon after, a flash of fire appeared in front of Chen Jianqiu's eyes.

It was a camp full of Indians, young and old, young and old, men and women, most of whom were yellow-skinned and starving. Chen Jianqiu roughly estimated that there were less than a hundred people.

He was in a trance for a moment, the situation was almost exactly the same as that of Geronimo's tribe, except that the tribe of Apache still had a few guns, and this tribe was only armed with bows and arrows, axes and knives.

The crowd marched to the front of the camp, and after getting off their horses, the old Nahua man took Chen Jianqiu and them and sat down in front of the campfire in the largest tent.

Only then did Chen Jianqiu realize that in addition to the old man, the young man who had just looked at the traitor's head was also sitting opposite.

Chen Jianqiu guessed that this old man should be the leader, even if he is not a chief, he is also an actual person in charge, and this young man is also a pivotal figure with a fighting probability, and he may be the heir.

Before the old man could speak, the young man had already spoken, but it seemed that it was directed at Geronimo, for the chieftain's face was not very good after listening to the high priest's translation, and it could be seen that he had been carrying out a certain degree of patience.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly realized that there might be nothing to do with him for the time being.

He had already learned from Geronimo's mouth that the previous territories of the two tribes were adjacent to each other, and there was constant friction between them.

No wonder the Indians got to this point today.

It seems that before talking about business, there are still some things to deal with between the two tribes.

Soon, however, the confrontation between the two sides reached a stalemate, with the faces of the Nava people on the opposite side being very ugly, and the Geronimo side was no better.

More painful was the high priest, who had to listen to the fierce language on both sides, and also tried to translate in less sharp language.

Obviously, simple Indian tribal languages are very difficult to do.

So, in the interval between the stalemate between the two sides, Geronimo roughly translated the conversation between them to Chen Jianqiu.

YOUNG MAN: Jeronimo, I heard that you weren't chased into the Arizona desert, why did you suddenly come back?

Jerónimo: It's none of your business, kid.

Young man: What about your people? Are they all dead? Or is it just a few of you?

Jeronimo: We've killed your enemies, so it's time for you to shut up!

Young man: I should be the one who stabs the enemy! His scalp should belong to me! That's my glory!

Elder: (Drinks young man) Don't talk! Chief (turning to Geronimo) Chief, I know this priest beside you, and I know that you are a very distinguished chief, but if you really want to come back, you should go to the land next to you, not to our place.

Jerónimo: Chief, this is not our original destination, and it is not me who is directing this battle, it is not me who killed the white man, but the "Heavenly Brave" next to me.

Young man: You are running away, Indian warrior, son of the earth, and you should be daring, and I am ashamed of you.

Jerónimo: There's no place for you to talk, kid.

……

Chen Jianqiu heard that this group of Nahuas had been beaten to the point of extinction by Vaughn and his former commander, and could only harass them at night with bows and arrows.

Although the Nahuas' fighting spirit of "although Chu has three households, the death of Qin will be Chu" is very encouraging, there is no need to be as stinky and hard as a stinky stone in a pit.

After all, the broadsword can't cut the future, and these people have not realized the reason why their tribe is on the verge of extinction, and in this regard, they are far inferior to Geronimo.

Like, just treat the enemy of the enemy like this? Let's not say it's friends, but it's always okay to talk slowly.

I don't know if it's because the more I think about the verbal confrontation just now, the more angry I become, or because I have lived in the shadow of the name Jerónimo since I was a child, the young man suddenly "rubbed" and stood up, he pointed at Jeronimo and said a lot.

"What is he doing here?" Chen Jianqiu and Jerónimo were chatting, and when they heard the young man's movement, they looked at the young man at the same time.

"He's challenging me." Jerónimo said, "Wrestling. ”

Chen Jianqiu looked at this young man with a little emotion.

If impulse is the devil, then it is estimated that this young Indian may have a hell in his heart.

However, this tradition of heads-up still circulates among Indian tribes, and it can be regarded as a way for them to resolve disputes.

It's better than some people who use "rock-paper-scissors" later.

Jerónimo was just about to stand up, but his shoulder was pressed by Chen Jianqiu: "You are the chief, how can you take on this kind of challenge casually, let me come." ”

"But he's challenging me." Jerónimo shook his head, Indians value honor, and avoiding challenges would be seen as cowards.

"It's okay, listen to me, your honor, I will return it to you then." Chen Jianqiu turned to the young man.

The young man looked quite sturdy, half a head taller than Chen Jianqiu, and the firelight reflected on his bronzed skin, giving off a faint sheen.

After listening to the high priest's translation, the young man kept shaking his head: "You are too thin to fall me, you will be thrown to death by me." ”

Then he continued to turn to Geronimo and shouted at him defiantly, "What's wrong? Chief, are you running away? I told you were a coward! ”

Jerónimo couldn't hold it back, and was about to stand up and rush forward, but his shoulder was firmly held down by Chen Jianqiu with one hand, and he couldn't move at all.

The chief was shocked.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the young man opposite with a smile on his face, and said, "You are not worthy to compete with Jerónimo, he is a brave warrior, and you can only be noisy." ”

Chen Jianqiu didn't know how the priest translated, he suspected that the priest scolded the street directly, and the young man looked at him angrily and said that he was going to tear him up.

The two came to the center of the camp, where there was a clearing, probably for the people of the tribe to dance and so on.

The young man had already stepped to the side of the field, and he was moving his muscles.

The old man on the side looked at this sturdy young man with a kind face.

This child is impulsive, but bloody, and this is the continuation of the Nahua bloodline.

"If your father is still alive, he will be proud of you."

The young man raised his head high, proud of the blood of the chieftain that flowed in his veins.

However, Chen Jianqiu listened to the translation on the sidelines, but he didn't think so.

In his team, there are two chiefs alone, and if you have a chieftain blood, it's an egg.

Chen Jianqiu's warm-up exercise was very simple, he just did a few push-ups and pressed his legs.

The young man on the other side shook his head, this seemed too common, and he had to deal with him as soon as possible, and then challenge Jerónimo.

Therefore, when the elder and the high priest said at the same time that the wrestling had begun, he rushed directly to Chen Jianqiu on the opposite side.

His two hands firmly grasped Chen Jianqiu's shoulders, ready to use the advantage of his body to directly throw the opposite person to the ground.

But when his hand touched Chen Jianqiu's shoulder, he was a little stunned, because he felt as if he had touched two pieces of iron.

He tried to shake Chen Jianqiu's shoulder, but the person in front of him was rooted in the ground, not moving.

Not only does the lower body not move, but the upper body does not move, like a rock.

"I'm not as skinny as you think." Chen Jianqiu showed his white teeth, "It's my turn." ”

The young man suddenly felt that his body was involuntarily falling to the side, and there was no room for resistance at all, and the next second his butt touched the ground.

The crowd of onlookers also froze, and a short young man with half a head easily threw their future chief to the ground.

The young man hurriedly got up from the ground and rushed towards Chen Jianqiu again.

But this time, he quickly felt that his whole body was flying in the air, and Chen Jianqiu directly lifted him high above his head and threw him to the ground.

This time, the young man felt that his waist was about to break, and his ass seemed to no longer belong to him, and he didn't know how many times he was broken.

In the Nahua camp, there was silence.

Chen Jianqiu was very satisfied with the effect of this wrestling, at least it played a role in suppressing words.

He straightened his clothes and spoke:

"Now, can we get down to business?"

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