Chen Jianqiu took a deep puff of his cigarette and threw the remaining cigarette butts on the ground.

Good guys, it's a bit of a hassle now.

Asuka told him that the sitting cow and his father Crazy Horse were brothers.

The two of them pulled another ruthless man, the Red Cloud Chieftain, to form the Sioux Alliance.

The three of them led the Sioux warriors to beat the American troops in the Little Boghorn River (the famous Little Big Horn River) and directly killed the "famous general" Custer.

Are they also being driven to the reservation now?

What a heroic twilight.

Looking at the posture of the birds, I am afraid that it is a little difficult for me to stay out of the matter.

With what he knew about Roosevelt.

In the later Spanish-American War, this cargo formed a cavalry team by itself, known as the First Cavalry Brigade of the United States, and killed Cuba, just facing Spain.

If it was really the Sioux who did it, I am afraid that this person would not have directly pulled up a group of militia and killed directly at the Indian reservation.

Chen Jianqiu fell into deep thought.

"Sir, let's forget it, we alone have no way to deal with those Indians."

On the other side, Pinker said to Roosevelt with the face of a dead horse.

Roosevelt ignored him.

He walked to Chen Jianqiu's side.

"What do you think?"

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while and raised his head.

He pulled Roosevelt aside and said to him:

"Whether the Indians did it or not, I can't say. But I don't recommend that you go for it without being sure. ”

"The terrain is complicated, the Indians are fighting at home, and you can't get any benefit."

"Do you have anything better?"

Behind Roosevelt's lenses, his eyes flickered.

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the flying bird on the side:

"This person used to be one of the Sioux chiefs, let him contact the Sioux chiefs over there, and we can find a place to meet."

"No, I'll go straight over."

Roosevelt lifted his glasses, and he was heroic.

"Aren't you afraid that the Indians will detain you?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Roosevelt.

"Then do you think they're going to detain me? Or just kill me? Roosevelt asked rhetorically.

Chen Jianqiu smiled.

"If I'm here, I should at least be able to keep you alive."

"That's right." Roosevelt stroked his palm, "I don't believe anyone can touch me under the nose of the boss of the border detective agency." ”

With that, he walked over to his horse.

"Pinker, don't go, go to the town to investigate again, with Mr. Chen with me, I'm safe."

Roosevelt commanded the policemen right away.

The ranch that was attacked was originally on the edge of the reservation.

So Chen Jianqiu and the others walked out of the gate of the ranch and went directly to the territory of the Indians.

Asuka leads the way ahead.

He soon found his way on the tracks of what was supposed to be an Indian.

After walking for about two hours, they came to the vicinity of a rocky mountain.

The bird grabbed the reins and stopped.

"Have you arrived?" Chen Jianqiu looked around.

The rocks in front of you blocked the way, and there were several forks at the same time, and further in, it seemed to be a small valley.

"There should be patrols around here." Asuka said.

Immediately, he shouted in the direction of the valley in the Sioux language:

"Uncle Sitting Cow! I'm Asuka! Please meet me! ”

Asuka's chest stirred.

After a few years, he finally spoke his native language again.

He thought he had forgotten.

Voices echoed through the rocks, waiting for a response in the same language.

"Asuka?"

Several Indian warriors emerged from behind an inconspicuous rock.

Dressed in clothes sewn from animal fur and with old-fashioned Martini-Henry rifles in their hands, they cautiously leaned over.

The Indian who walked in front rubbed his eyes, and the look on his face quickly changed from suspicion to surprise.

"Holy, Asuka, it's really you!"

Asuka jumped off his horse, rushed over, and hugged the Indian tightly.

The two exchanged pleasantries in the language of the Sioux ethnic group.

"It's me, my good brother!"

"I thought you were dead!"

"Almost, but I survived, but I'm the only one left in my tribe."

Asuka and the Indian, named "Turtledove," had grown up in different tribes, but had fought together with the whites, even when they were children.

"Is Uncle Sitting Niu okay?" Asuka asked.

"It's still the same, every day."

Turtledove squinted at Roosevelt, Chen Jianqiu, and Sean behind the bird.

He snapped in alarm.

Especially to Roosevelt, who wore glasses.

"They want to meet the chief of the cow, there are some things that need to be asked." Asuka said.

"Then come with me."

The turtledove led the group around a bend and entered the cliff.

They walked some way forward.

Further inside, there is indeed a small valley.

What caught Chen Jianqiu's eyes was a white tent in the middle of the valley.

Indians, men and women, shuttled back and forth between the tents.

Some of them were handling the prey in their hands, and some were sewing clothes out of animal skins.

A few Indian children were playing with the bone sticks of their prey in their hands.

Chen Jianqiu observed that most of them were yellow and thin, and they didn't look energetic at a glance.

When Chen Jianqiu and the others entered the camp, the eyes of these people more or less stayed on them.

Some of them knew Asuka and greeted him, while others were surprised by Roosevelt, the white man behind him.

After all, very few white people will come here.

Most of the people who came were armed with guns.

And the fate of those people is mostly lying on the bad ground outside, and the corpses have long since left only bones.

Whether it was dried or eaten by wild beasts is unknown.

"Uncle Sitting Cow!"

Asuka saw an old man in the middle of the camp.

He was sitting on a piece of wood with his eyes closed.

There was a shelf on the campfire in front of him, and on the shelf lay a clay bowl.

I don't know what herbs are boiling in the clay bowl, and there are dark green bubbles bubbling in it.

A puff of white smoke rose from the pottery bowl and kept burrowing into the old man's nose.

Chen Jianqiu looked at this old man, how did he look like a magic stick.

The old man has always looked like his soul has been deaf to the world around him. Always in their own world.

It took a long time for him to slowly open his eyes.

The moment he saw the bird, his face regained its light.

"It's you, Asuka."

The sitting cow smiled kindly.

He beckoned to Asuka and motioned for him to sit next to him.

He then turned to Roosevelt:

"What are you doing here, this stranger you don't know?"

The face of the sitting cow was calm, like a pool of water.

As soon as he spoke, he was very fluent in English.

"Outside the reservation, there's a ranch that has been looted, did you send someone there in the morning?"

Zaniu nodded slightly.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

Roosevelt's face sank slightly.

Chen Jianqiu closely observed the movements of the Indians around him.

He was thinking of a way to try to avoid conflict here, at least to save Roosevelt's life.

Otherwise, my trip would have been in vain.

But the sitting cow spoke again.

He touched the head of the bird next to him, as if he were his own child.

"But the ranch ransack has nothing to do with us, and when our people get there, it's already in ruins."

Chen Jianqiu's heart let go.

Why does this old guy like to gasp when he talks?

"Oh? Why did you go to that ranch? ”

Judging by Roosevelt's voice, however, it seems that he did not believe much in the chief's account.

"Smoke is rising from the edge of our reservation, and of course I'm going to send someone to take a look."

The chief's explanation was seamless.

"There's been so much blood on this land, and I don't want to see the killing go on again."

The cow glanced at his people.

He was a chieftain and a prophet of the tribe.

But as a prophet, he could not see the future of his race clearly, and his mind was foggy.

Roosevelt wanted to ask something, but was shouted aside by Chen Jianqiu.

"I just looked at the Indian camp and didn't see the dozens of sheep and horses that were missing." Chen Jianqiu whispered.

"Could they be hiding somewhere?" Roosevelt raised a possibility.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

"There is no need for this, the people of this tribe are so hungry that if it is really they who robbed it, there is no need to hide it; What's more, we didn't inform them before we came. ”

Roosevelt thought about it for a moment and felt it made sense.

If he was one of these Indians, he would definitely not let go of those sheep and bring them back to share with his people as soon as possible.

Dozens of sheep.

Keeping it outside, it's not safe and it's troublesome.

"So, then, as soon as we find out where the sheep have gone, we can find out who did it."