Chen Jianqiu walked up to the young man's side, stretched out a hand to him, and pulled him up from the ground.

The young man was in awe, this Chinese did not look tall, but his strength was as unattainable as a high wall.

Once the muscles are done, it's time to sit back down at the negotiating table.

The crowd sat around the campfire again.

Now their eyes were focused on Chen Jianqiu, not too many people had noticed this non-speaking Chinese before, and they thought it was some new figure in the Apache tribe. It's just dressed up as a cowboy.

"I'll just say one thing: welcome back." Chen Jianqiu's words were brief and easy to translate.

He didn't want to talk to these Nahuas about the ownership of the land, which was between the whites who drove them out and them.

It makes no sense to discuss these things now.

The tribe is on the verge of extinction, and their way of life and perception are no longer able to stop the wheels of history.

To live or to perish, they have to make a choice for themselves.

"The original group of people is gone, but I don't dare to guarantee that they will not come back, at least for now, no one will discriminate and expel you, how to go in the future, you choose for yourself, I respect you."

Chen Jianqiu stopped talking and silently waited for the translation of Geronimo and the High Priest.

After listening to the high priest's translation, the old man and the young man opposite were silent for a while. In the end, it was the old man who spoke, but his reaction was more or less unexpected by Chen Jianqiu.

"We're not going back, there's nothing left of that place."

Chen Jianqiu knew what this "not left" meant.

While he and Holmes were searching for oil near Roswell, they saw the wreckage of some settlements, almost all of which had been burned by the fire.

The way the Indians lived determined that they did not occupy much land, but there was always conflict between different beliefs and ways of life.

Vaughn and his rattlesnake-bitten predecessor chose to repress, because in their view, the land belonged to their employer.

"Then why do you keep attacking Roswell's garrison?" Chen Jianqiu was a little strange.

"It's revenge." "They have taken our land, killed our brothers and sisters, and we want revenge." ”

Chen Jianqiu looked at the young man, as if he saw another flying bird, these people's values are very simple and understandable.

Don't persuade others to be kind without others suffering.

Chen Jianqiu knew that they might have some reasons but didn't say it.

Attacking Roswell may also be to obtain some supplies for their tribe to survive.

He turned his head and glanced at the men, women, and children behind him.

"I'll send someone to deliver some supplies later." Chen Jianqiu said, "But we don't have much. ”

"We'll trade things for you." The young man proudly stated that his tribe would not accept alms.

"That's for the best." Chen Jianqiu stood up and shook the hands of the elders and young people.

The two sides thus reached a preliminary non-aggression pact, simple but fragile, and it is clear that there is not much trust between the two sides to speak of.

These Nahuas and Apache are not the same.

Through this time of contact, he developed a certain degree of combat friendship with the Apaches.

What's more, Chen Jianqiu had learned what kind of person their chieftain Geronimo was.

He has high prestige in his own tribe and is able to control his people completely.

"By the way, what's further south from here?" Chen Jianqiu asked seemingly casually.

"Southside?" After listening to the translation, the elder looked puzzled, "We've never been there." ”

"Haven't been?" Chen Jianqiu once again confirmed the accuracy of the information.

"Yes, further south, there is a river, and on the south side of the river, I have never set foot in it for as long as I can remember." The elder said, "The elders say that it is the realm of the devil. ”

"Are there any other Nahua tribes around you?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

The old man shook his head.

"Well, apart from the devil, are there any legends in your tribe about the other side of the river?" Chen Jianqiu tried to get more information.

The old man shook his head anyway.

Chen Jianqiu understood, if this old man hadn't lied, there was a chance that the treasure would be somewhere in the south, and he would have known it by going back and comparing it with the treasure map.

However, these Nava people, I don't know whether out of awe or lack of information inheritance, did not become the guardians of the treasure, and their ancestors used rumors to keep the people away from that place.

In addition, there is another possibility.

Is there really a devil there?

Thinking of this, Chen Jianqiu touched his chin full of stubble and smiled.

He is not afraid of the devil.

Although he doesn't know much about the rules of this continent, he usually exorcises demons in a physical way.

Chen Jianqiu saw that these Nahuas had no intention of staying guests, so he stood up and left with Geronimo and the high priest.

On the way back, Jerónimo and Chen Jianqiu walked slowly side by side.

He didn't say much all the way, and when he came out of the Nahua's camp, he looked preoccupied.

"Chief, my promise to you has never changed, and I think this is a good place to live." Chen Jianqiu suddenly turned his head and said to Geronimo very sincerely, "You and your people can settle here. ”

"Although the threat from the outside world has not been lifted, I will solve this problem as soon as possible." He added.

The moonlight shone on Geronimo's vicissitudes of life, he looked at Chen Jianqiu and smiled: "I understand what you mean, Chen." ”

"I've been thinking about this all this time."

He turned his head and looked at the horizon in the distance, "But I still want to go back to the place where I grew up, which is not far from here." ”

"But what if there's U.S. troops there? Crook's army was still roaming around the Chihuahuan Desert. Chen Jianqiu said the cruel reality, "We can't compete with them for the time being. ”

"I'll go and see it, and if I pass by there and don't look at it, I'll regret it for the rest of my life." Jerónimo said firmly.

Chen Jianqiu did not continue to persuade him, he knew that this was the insistence of a tribal leader.

Many things will eventually disappear in the long river of history, knowing that it cannot be done is a kind of courage, and it is also an elegy when the curtain is about to fall.

"I will support you, and if the worst happens, I will protect your people." Chen Jianqiu made a promise.

Jerónimo looked at Chen Jianqiu and smiled, he stretched out one of his palms and high-five Chen Jianqiu.

A gentleman's covenant is a promise.

"Still, I hope you come back alive." Chen Jianqiu took out a cigar and threw it to him.

Jerónimo lit a cigar and had loved it since he had been dealing with Chen Jianqiu.

He took a puff and sighed, "I just can't continue to help you find the treasure." ”

"It's okay, the location is basically confirmed, I'll go myself,"

Chen Jianqiu had a cigar in his mouth and his hands on his coat.

Winter nights in the wilderness of the continent are a bit cold.

The topic of survival is not limited to these Indians.

As a person who has traveled back in time, he knows that next year, that is, in 1882, the arrival of a bill will make the winter of Chinese in the United States even colder.

Winter is coming.

There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy.

And he is the builder.

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