"Say, I'll listen."

Chen Jianqiu picked up the water cup on the table, and the revolver in his other hand was still rhythmically tapping on the back of the chair.

"Uh, can you put the gun down first, I'm a little nervous." Klickitat shuddered.

"I can't." Chen Jianqiu's reply was extremely brief.

He took a sip of water, then craned his neck and waited for Klitat to speak.

"Well, Mr. Chen, you are a powerful person. You have conquered the entire southwestern frontier of America, from California to New Mexico to Okalahoma and your name is being sung."

Klickitat lowered his eyebrows and was respectful.

But his compliment was interrupted by Chen Jianqiu.

"Don't let the rainbow fart go, hurry up and get down to business." Chen Jianqiu's pistol slapped the back of the chair again.

"Oh, oh, I'll cut it short."

Klickitat is a spirit.

"Life has changed a lot since we came here, and everyone is very satisfied; But the Great Chieftain him."

Chen Jianqiu's thumb reset the hammer.

"Ah, ah, I said, I said, the big chief, he has always wanted to take his people back to the United States, he thinks that no matter how good this place is, it is not his hometown, and he has always wanted to take his people across the border to go back."

"Your prestige among the Indians has troubled him, and his ridiculous dignity has made him lose himself."

"Didn't you notice? Under his influence, many of the town's Indians are more afraid of you than grateful. ”

Klickitat said everything he wanted to say as quickly as he could in his life.

His English had a strange Indian accent, and he was a little slurred when he spoke quickly, but Chen Jianqiu still basically understood what he meant.

"Well, go ahead."

He looked at Klickitat with interest.

Seeing that Chen Jianqiu seemed to be interested, Klickitat's hanging heart was put down.

Before coming, he had been thinking about Chen Jianqiu's thoughts.

But the former boss's thoughts are said to be unpredictable, not to mention him, even the people around Chen Jianqiu, sometimes they can't figure it out.

So he decided to take a gamble.

"I'm done, sir." Klitat looked down and said, "I'm just telling you what I've seen and heard. ”

Chen Jianqiu nodded:

"Well, what do you mean, Jeronimo, that he's old?"

Klitart's eyes rolled, but he didn't dare answer.

Chen Jianqiu stood up from his chair, his hands behind his back and began to pace, the golden revolver was still in his hand, flickering and dimming.

"When people are old, the mood of homesickness is heavy, and the mood of homesickness is heavy, and the judgment of many things will be biased, is this what it means?" He asked as he suddenly looked up at Klitat.

"Well, that's what it means." Klickitat replied cautiously.

"But he's dead." Chen Jianqiu said suddenly.

Klickitat shook his head:

"No, Mr. Chen, he's not dead, none of us believe he's dead."

"Do you know where he is?" Chen Jianqiu walked up to Klickitat's side and asked.

He was close to the Indians and looked directly at the latter.

Klickitat's hairs stood on end again.

"No, I don't know, sir, I'm just inferring."

Chen Jianqiu was a little disappointed, but he didn't show it.

He continued pacing back and forth, muttering to himself:

"In this case, whether he dies or not, the leader of the Indians here should be replaced."

Klickitat's heart began to pound.

He sensed that things were starting to go in the direction he had set out to go, so he continued to wait with his head down.

Chen Jianqiu looked at him again:

"What do you think of Roczen?"

"Rotzen's thoughts are the same as Jerónimo's, sir."

"And what about the old man this morning? I think his qualifications are not bad. ”

"He's old, sir."

Klickitat was very depressed.

Chen Jianqiu didn't even mention him by name.

Could it be that in the heart of the big guy in front of him, his status is so low? Is your own ability so unbearable? Or is he deliberately stimulating himself?

He sneaked a glance at Chen Jianqiu with his eyes and found that the latter was looking at him:

So he took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to say:

"Mr. Chen, I think I can!"

Chen Jianqiu was happy, he waved his hand:

"No, last time you worked in my company, gambling money hacked the heatstroke prevention and cooling expenses of several Indian laborers, no, no, you can't"

Hearing Chen Jianqiu reveal his black history, Klickitat was anxious:

"Chen, Mr. Chen, I really don't know what kind of heatstroke prevention and cooling fee it is, whether it is a railway company or a mine, I have never had this money before!"

He was so anxious to explain that he became stammering when he spoke.

"I've quit gambling, and since I was expelled, I've been reflecting on my actions and realizing my mistakes."

"Mr. Chen, please trust me one more time."

"If I can manage this Indian town in the place of the Great Chief, I swear! These Indians will surely submit to you forever! No complaints! ”

"If I can't, let my soul not rest after I die!"

Klickitat was emotional, swearing by all sorts of gambling curses.

Chen Jianqiu stared at him quietly for a while, wanting to laugh for no reason.

He pressed down on his hand:

"Okay, I know, well, you're a good choice, you go back first, I'll contact you if there's something."

After getting Chen Jianqiu's approval, Klickitat lowered his head and slowly withdrew from the tent.

Chen Jianqiu put the golden revolver on the table and began to continue looking at the map.

"Boss, can I come in?" The sound of the birds suddenly came in from outside the tent.

"Come in."

Asuka walked briskly into the tent, and he looked back and pointed outside:

"Boss, you can't believe what that person said just now."

Chen Jianqiu laughed:

"You go to sleep quickly, there will be tomorrow and tomorrow."

On the other side, in the town in the valley, in the house of old Marlai.

When the tribesmen returned, most of them scattered.

In Old Marlai's mud house, only himself and a few henchmen remained.

There were no chairs, not even beds, only cushions made of straw.

So a few people sat on the ground, and there was no palm lamp, and there was a black rumbling piece, and the "night talk" was opened.

"This Chen Jianqiu is too much! Relying on their own armament, they intimidate us. In the darkness, an Indian said.

"But we just can't help it, who made him fist big." A sigh came out.

"Do you believe that Geronimo is dead?" It's still that voice.

"Whether he's dead or not, this is a great opportunity for us! Now that their tribe has no leader, if they don't fight, they won't have a chance. Last time, if it wasn't for Chen Jianqiu's intervention, Jerónimo would have died a long time ago. Another voice rang out, with resentment in his tone.

"Speaking of which, I still can't get around Chen Jianqiu." The voice that had just sighed said.

This sentence plunged the room into silence.

Yes, with Chen Jianqiu and his soldiers at the mouth of the valley, none of them can make waves.

After a long silence, an old voice rang out.

"I have a way."

It was old Marley who spoke.

After Chen Jianqiu was deflated, he didn't talk much.

But his heart is overturned, full of grief and indignation.

The feeling of being humiliated in public but helpless, he hasn't had it for a long time.

So, on the way back, he has been thinking about a way to take revenge.

When they heard that their leader had a way, they listened attentively.

"Tomorrow, I will cross the border and go to Colonel Wiltord of the Federation, he has long been dissatisfied with Chen Jianqiu and his Chinese, I can make a deal with him."

The people in the darkness listened to their leader's idea, but remained silent.

After a long while, a voice rang out:

"But we are in Mexico, what kind of colonel, will he cross the border to fight Chen Jianqiu for us?"

"Yes, if I told him about Geronimo's death." Old Marley said.

The next day before dawn, old Marley rode out alone.

He did not go directly to the valley where Chen Jianqiu's soldiers were stationed, but made a circle, took advantage of the darkness, passed through the place far away from the camp, and ran towards the border line.

Old Marais soon came to the outside of the fortress where he was stationed along the border.

It's a fortress with quite a history.

Since the beginning of the Mexican-American War, U.S. border guards have set up sentry posts here, and then built a fort out of dirt and stones to prevent Mexicans.

After the Mexican-American War, the border was peaceful for a while, until Geronimo and his Native American forces began to harass the border again.

And Colonel Wiltord's army, which was stationed here.

The colonel was a veteran Ku Klux Klan.

Like many soldiers of that era, he hated that he was born at the wrong time, and his great talents could not be displayed.

He had tried to attack Roswell countless times, but he was stopped by his sane deputy, Captain Burke.

The reason is simple.

First of all, they have a hard time finding excuses.

The local Chinese and whites, as well as Mexicans, get along very well.

It is highly modernized and has access to electricity as in the east; The economy is also good, even during the economic crisis, people's living standards have not been affected much.

Now that life is better, there are naturally a lot fewer contradictions, and everyone is busy making money and has no time to fight.

Even when Colonel Wiltord tried to find a way to send Nerto to the past to create some contradictions, and to prepare to go to defend the interests of the whites, they encountered a second problem.

Rat-throwing traps.

Roswell is now a frontier town, and even if there are some contradictions among the people, it is a matter for the city and state governments.

You can't help but say that you will take the soldiers to fight, how can the state government explain it? What about Washington's side?

In the end, the reason for Wiltord to be honest was the third.

After deduction and analysis by his subordinates.

They found that they couldn't beat it.

According to his subordinates, Roswell's militia numbered more than 2,000 people, including not only Chinese, but also local whites and Mexicans.

And that's not counting the reserves.

Military training in Roswell was for the whole people, and the external reason was to be on the border, to be free from attacks by the neighbors to the south, to pick up guns, and to defend the country.

As for the equipment of those militias, it is even more terrible.

If Pittsburgh is the city of steel, then Roswell is the city of arms.

From Santa Fe to Albuquerque to Roswell, most of the United States is home to arms and ammunition.

So, Wiltord had to choose to nest in his castle office and start an infinite reverie against the map on the wall.

Today, it's the same.

Just as the colonel was staring at the map on the wall, a herald burst in through the door:

"Report sir! An Indian appeared outside the stronghold and said something was looking for you! ”

"Indians?" The colonel didn't even turn around, his brows furrowed like a mountain, "When an Indian comes, you ask me what I'm doing, just kill me." ”

He has no affection for anyone other than white, and Indians are the kind that can be erased at will.

The herald glanced at the colonel's deputy, Captain Burke.

The captain shook his head slightly, telling him to stand and wait a moment.

Sure enough, after a while, the colonel turned around: "What does that Indian look like?" ”

"An old man who claims to be the chief of an Indian army." The herald said.

"It could be the ones on the other side of the border." Captain Burke reminded from the side.

"Bring him in!" Colonel Thortord changed his mind.

Led by the heralds, Old Marley came to the door, and the soldiers guarding him wanted to search him.

Old Marley raised his hands:

"I didn't bring any weapons, I just wanted to make a deal with you."

"Make a deal with me? What qualifications do you have to trade with me? The Colonel sat back in his chair, his legs staggering onto the table with a thud, and the dust was blowing.

"Jeronimo is dead!" Old Marley said loudly.

He told the colonel the news of Geronimo's fall off the cliff.

This was news that shocked everyone present.

People, including the colonel, froze; The colonel was even more half-open, not knowing what to say.

You know, the name of Geronimo, the frontier of the American Southwest, is a legend.

There are too many stories about how brave he was and how brave he was!

And the raid on the border with the Apache ten years ago is still fresh in the memory of many people on the border.

No matter how much resentment he has against Chen Jianqiu and those Chinese, it is this person who the garrison is guarding against here after all!

But now he fell to his death!

It took a while for Colonel Wiltord to recover from his shock.

He asked coldly:

"The corpse is there!"

The cane in Old Marlai's hand tapped on the ground again, and said in a deep voice:

"The corpse is in Chen Jianqiu's hands, and he brought a hundred people to be stationed at the mouth of the valley."

"Chen Jianqiu? Why is it him again? As soon as Colonel Wiltodd heard the name, his head was about to explode, "what is he doing there?" ”

"He's threatening us, trying to control us!" Old Marley replied, "Control me from attacking the territory of the United States." ”

The colonel thought for a moment, and finally took his foot off the table.

The feet are a little numb.

He had to stomp on the ground.

"In this way, you go first, I will send troops to wait on the border line, and when I receive the exact news of Jeronimo's body, I will lead someone across the border line and solve the surname Chen for you."

Old Marley did not expect the colonel to be so cautious.

But he couldn't do anything better, so he turned and walked out of the command room.

"Do you really believe his words? Besides, those Indians who rolled to the other side of the border are worth our shot? Wouldn't it be better to let them dog-eat-dog? "Sir, I warn you that we are crossing the border and may cause unnecessary trouble. ”

The colonel looked at the back of old Marley, and licked his lower lip with his tongue:

"I'm not going to help the Indians, they should all be killed!"

Burke understood instantly.

Of course he knew what his superiors were thinking.

Make up a reason for these Indians to attack the border, and then hunt them down.

After all, as an American soldier, who could refuse Geronimo's corpse as a trophy?

(End of chapter)