Crook was irritable.

He stood at the door of the tent and looked out over the valley ahead.

Although his original plan was to hang the Indians in a breath and then ask for a salary, he didn't know what offended Santa Fe's gang.

The governor vigorously sued himself with the federal government, saying that he was passive and slacking off.

Isn't it as simple as pinching an ant to death by pinching these Indians to death?

But thinking that he could finally say goodbye to the loess and cacti here and return to sunny California, Crook felt a sense of anticipation in his heart.

Either way, it's time for an end.

Crook turned back to his tent, ready to set up the final encirclement.

However, just as he was on the box and spread out the map, his lieutenant lifted the curtain of the tent and ran in.

"Captain, there's a telegram from Lincolnshire."

Crook frowned: "Telegram? Washington's? ”

The deputy shook his head: "No, Santa Fe's." ”

It's Santa Fe again, and now when he mentions this place, Crook has a headache: "Throw it aside, let's discuss the encirclement and suppression of this time into the valley, how to fight." ”

He held down one side of the map and rolled up the other, which made him even more irritable.

The adjutant helped him hold down the other two corners and handed the telegram to Crook: "Sir, I suggest you take a look." ”

Crook was a little helpless, he smoothed the map and said, "You say, I'll listen." ”

"Councillor Scott's brother is dead." The adjutant reported.

"Hmm." Crook didn't even lift his head, and New Mexico had people dying every day, what did that have to do with him.

"Killed by a gang of Mexican bandits on his Lincolnshire estate." The adjutant added, "The estate was also burned down. ”

"Then he should go to the sheriff of Lincolnshire." Crook hunched over and looked at the map carefully.

"But there are a lot of bandits in Mexico, and Congressman Scott wants our military to bring them to justice immediately." The adjutant glanced at the telegram and said.

"Joke, when will it be his turn to order me?" Crook's face was displeased, "My soldiers are there to protect the United States, not to avenge him. ”

The adjutant smiled wryly.

Obviously, Scott, the old fox, has blocked their retreat.

"Captain, according to the councilman's will, you should immediately protect the safety of every American citizen in Lincolnshire, where people are being attacked by bandits." "His brother, as one of the citizens of Lincolnshire, attests to this," said the adjutant. ”

"I guess what he's going to tell you now, when it's later, the governor will tell the president."

Crook sighed.

Not only that, but the tone of their impeachment in the federal government will only go too far.

Unable to save him, without the sense of honor of a federal soldier, arrogant and rude.

These politicians are so clever that they can button their hats as much as they want.

"What about their state militia?" Crook suddenly remembered the question and asked the adjutant.

The adjutant shook his head: "I don't know, but since we were here, it seems that New Mexico has never mobilized a militia." ”

"Forget it, let's go back and clean up the Mexican scum first." Crook began to roll up the map, "It's only a hundred miles anyway, and my cavalry will be there soon." ”

"So what about here?" The adjutant said with some regret, "We're almost going to wipe out those Indians, and the myth of Geronimo is coming to an end." ”

However, a smile appeared on Crook's face.

He rolled up the map and placed it aside.

"His myth should not exist in the first place, and soon, someone will send his head to me."

In the valley, not far from the Crook cavalry battalion, in the camp of the Apache Indians.

Night fell.

Geronimo and his warriors were hiding in a cave.

In this valley, there is almost no vegetation to cover it, so they don't even dare to light a bonfire outside.

They knew that it was only a matter of time before Crook and his soldiers were just outside the valley and launched a final attack.

During this period of encirclement, pursuit, and interception, they were close to running out of ammunition and food, and most of the soldiers, including Luo Czen, who came to support, were wounded.

"How many days has Dog Tail been out?" Geronimo asked, sticking his axe into the ground.

Lozen and a few warriors around him, look at me, I'll look at you.

They don't remember how many days it was.

"Dry food is gone, right?" The chief stared at the campfire, the light of which reflected his resolute face.

Now, this face is full of tiredness.

No one squeaked.

Geronimo looked up and looked around at the warriors around him.

They followed the chief from birth to death, believing in the Indian hero in front of them, but their faces were also starved with hunger.

"Kill my horse." Jerónimo handed the axe to one of the warriors beside him, "Feed everyone." ”

War horses have followed him for many years, and he can't do it.

The warrior took the axe, and after a brief pause for a few seconds, he hurriedly shook his head: "Chief, you can't kill the horse, kill the horse, and we will have nothing!" ”

"If we don't kill, we'll all starve to death." Geronimo closed his eyes, "Without horses, I will lead you to kill the enemy." ”

The warrior was still hesitating, but the sound of footsteps came from outside the cave.

Everyone looked outside the cave, and a group of people dressed as Indians, carrying guns, appeared at the entrance of the cave.

"It's Victorio and Coloradas, aren't the two of their clans behind us? What do you do when you run to the mouth of the valley? Roczen became vigilant.

The two men in Lotzen's mouth were the leaders of the other two tribes, and out of respect for Jeronimo's name, they each took dozens of warriors to participate in this operation.

Crook, however, defeated the Apache coalition.

After being driven into the valley, Geronimo and his clan warriors guarded the mouth of the valley, while the other two tribes were stationed deeper in the valley.

Victorio and Koloradas entered the cave and came to the campfire, and the people who followed them also scattered along the cave walls.

Jerónimo stood up.

"Honorable Chief."

The two saluted Geronimo, and the chief returned the salute.

"What's the matter?" Jerónimo asked.

Victorio's eyes were hesitant, he was thin and shriveled.

He was originally a witch doctor, but after the death of the leader of his own clan, he became a chieftain.

And Koloradas, who was beside him, was much more straightforward, and directly attacked: "Chief, we respect you, but you promised us that if you fight, we can return to our homeland." ”

He pointed to the soldiers behind him: "Their families are waiting for them to go back, but where is our homeland?" ”

For a moment, Jerónimo was speechless.

Luo Cen next to him snorted coldly: "No one forces you, if you want to leave, you can do it at any time." ”

"Lotzen!" Jerónimo organized her to continue.

The words that could be said were like water spilled out, and the faces of the warriors behind Koloradas showed a trace of confusion.

Cracks are inevitable.

"Then tonight, while it is night, my soldiers and I will cover your breakthrough." Geronimo looked at the two clan leaders in front of him.

Victorio and Koloradas glanced at each other.

"Maybe we can have a better choice." Victorio, who had just been silent, spoke, "Can we make peace with those people outside?" ”

"Surrender?" Roczen raised his eyebrows and glared at the Indian in front of her, who was much older than her.

"No, it's not surrender, it's negotiations." Victorio shook his head slightly, "We can negotiate terms with them, such as a better reservation." ”

Jerónimo smiled bitterly, "After all this time, don't you still understand what kind of person Crook is?" If he agrees to this, will we still fight him? ”

He was even a little incredulous, these two people would not be so naïve in his impression.

"It's like, they're all around us, how can they talk to us? When did they deliver on their promises? A young warrior beside Jerónimo said.

Victorio stopped talking again.

However, Koloradas on the side showed a strange smile on his face: "If this is the case, the Americans really won't talk to us, but"

He paused, his eyes fixed on Geronimo:

"You are the condition of our negotiation!"

"Do it!"

At the sound of the order, the soldiers of the Victorio and Koloradas tribes raised their guns or bows and arrows almost simultaneously.

Victorio himself, on the other hand, quickly threw a poisoned dagger at Geronimo.

Seeing that the chief was about to be stabbed by this dagger.

I only heard the sound of a "bell", and the dagger was blown away by something.

At the same time as the sound rang out, there was also a gunshot.

In the darkness of the night, twenty or so horses suddenly appeared, and the one in front had already rushed to the cave.

The man on the horse flew down and walked into the cave with a shotgun in hand.

In the light of the fire, Jerónimo and his warriors could see his face clearly.

Heavenly Brave, Chen Jianqiu.

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