The next day, at the altar at the edge of the town, many of the inhabitants who remained in the town gathered.

Chen Jianqiu asked Luo Cen to make an announcement early in the morning, summoning the main figures of the three tribes.

He has a big thing to announce.

Old Marley sat on crutches and sat on the ground, closing his eyes with confidence.

The men of his tribe stood behind him.

But one or two people were missing in between.

Klickitat stood aside, playing with a hunting knife in his hand, and squinting at Old Marley.

There were a lot more people behind him.

Because he summoned back all the young men of his tribe who worked in Juárez a day earlier.

Roczen still stood there expressionless.

It seemed that the leaders of the two tribes in front of him were not in his eyes, and behind her stood armadillos.

They are the least numerous of the three tribes.

The three tribes have lived in harmony for a long time, almost indistinguishably from each other, so the atmosphere at this time is a little awkward.

Because most people don't know what happened in the past two days.

From the direction of the town came the sound of horses' hooves.

Everyone looked in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw bursts of yellow dust rise there, and after a while, a group of soldiers on horseback appeared in their field of vision.

As Chen Jianqiu and his soldiers approached the town, they slowed down and at the same time formed a neat formation and came in the direction of the altar.

The Indians in the town avoided it.

The long group slowly made their way through the town, then dismounted in front of the altar and entered the venue.

Old Marley opened his eyes.

When he saw Chen Jianqiu and the hundred or so heavily armed soldiers behind him, his hands couldn't help but tremble, and his crutches fell to the ground diagonally, rolling twice.

Some bad memories began to strike him.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Old Marley picked up his crutches from the ground, waved them, and made a very strange arc in the air.

None of the people present could understand the meaning of his action, thinking that it was some kind of ancient Indian mystical ritual.

The crutches stood up again.

Old Marley clutched his crutches, his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, and his arms trembling.

"Is the leader doing some kind of witchcraft? I saw that he was very focused and exhausted. A tribesman behind the old Marley whispered to another man with long hair and a shawl.

The two of them were the right-hand men of the old Marlai, and they both participated in the "night talk" that day.

The "right arm" nodded in deep agreement, while staring intently at his leader:

"Yes, I've seen this kind of witchcraft, and its effect is to obtain the blessing of nature, and it can temporarily control the mind of the opponent."

He explained to the people next to him as he observed the situation of Old Marlai.

"This kind of witchcraft of his takes a lot of energy, you see, the leader has sweat on his head."

"He's still trying, our leader is very determined, he's still sitting, he's not right"

The old man's body was shaking, and his ass tried to leave the ground several times in a row, but failed

The "right arm" found out as if he was wrong:

"The chief shall stand up, and be quick, and go up and help him." He whispered to the "left arm".

Two men quickly stepped forward, one grabbed one of Old Marlai's arms, and lifted him from the ground.

Old Marley was slammed up from the ground, his eyes darkened, his head dizzy, and his body staggered.

"Can't you slow down?" He gritted his teeth and said, "It's too ugly." ”

The "left arm" and "right arm" did not dare to talk nonsense, and hurriedly prepared to let go of the old Marlai's arm.

However, the old man clamped his arms.

"Don't let go, my leg is numb!" Old Marley did not squint, and whispered expressionlessly.

He now felt like his legs were not his own below the knee, limply hanging there.

"Yo? What kind of styling is this? ”

Chen Jianqiu passed in front of Old Ma Lai, stopped, and glanced at the old man with interest.

Old Marlai's face was pale, but he couldn't defend himself for a while, so he could only stare at each other.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at Lao Ma Lai's two calves and roughly understood:

"Eh, the elderly, the legs and feet are easy to have poor blood, and after sitting for a long time, you have to get up and walk often, and when you are old, you still have to learn to maintain your health."

He didn't care if Old Marley understood it or not, and said.

Old Marley seemed to understand.

Because his face was darker.

"Mr. Chen! You're here! ”

Seeing Chen Jianqiu coming, Klickitat rubbed his hands, and his face was full of smiles.

Chen Jianqiu gave him a mysterious smile in return.

The smile instantly brightened Klitat's mood.

He glanced at the large number of clansmen behind him, and then at the heavily armed soldiers that Chen Jianqiu had brought.

Klickitat was full of confidence.

Most of the leader's position is gone!

Chen Jianqiu stopped at his side, but came to Luo Czen's front again and exchanged glances with her.

Then he walked to the center of the sacrificial place and cleared his throat:

"Jeronimo is dead!"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the sky, splitting into the hearts of everyone present.

However, at this time, most people's faces were still suspicious.

After all, the news of Geronimo's death has been circulating among the Apache people for more than a day or two, but it has not been fully confirmed.

They always felt that this god of war would not fall so simply.

But Chen Jianqiu's next move shattered their illusions.

He reached behind him.

A Chinese soldier handed a bloodstained piece of clothing to Chen Jianqiu's hand.

He gently unfolded the clothes in his hands.

The clothes were tattered, there was a big hole in the back of the heart, and the sleeves were torn, but the Indians behind Roczen could still tell that the clothes belonged to their great chief.

When Jeronimo left that day, he wore this dress.

"We found the garment on the edge of a dry river, and there were blood stains on the rocks nearby." Chen Jianqiu lowered his voice and said "painfully", "Unfortunately, we have no way to find his body, but what is certain is that the Great Chief was killed. ”

A cry came from the crowd behind Loczen.

Many of them followed Geronimo all the way from the mine to here, broke through the encirclement and suppression of the American army, and went through a lot of hardships to live a stable life.

Jeronimo died, and their heavens fell.

Many people couldn't help but hide their faces and weep, and those who did not shed tears were also full of sorrow.

And among the Indians of the other two tribes behind Klickitat and Old Marlai, there were also voices of regret.

During the time that Jerónimo was the Grand Chief, they were extremely impressed by the old man's bravery and approachability.

The valley south of the border may not be their home, but the legendary Great Chief has led them to live a life of peace and contentment.

But now he is one step ahead, which is really embarrassing.

"As a comrade-in-arms of the Great Chief and a friend of the Ages, his death makes my heart ache, and the Apache have lost a legend; And you've lost a good leader! ”

Chen Jianqiu's voice was low, "full of grief."

"But life still has to go on, and we still need a good person to lead everyone forward, in our words, it is called 'a country cannot be without a king for a day', and I suggest that you put forward a new candidate as soon as possible to fill the vacancy left by Geronimo, which is the second thing I said today."

After Chen Jianqiu finished speaking, he deliberately paused for a while.

He held out his hand to the people behind him again, motioning for them to bring the water bladder.

At this time, there were already people at the scene who couldn't help it.

Klickitat sees this as an opportunity left to him by Chen Jianqiu.

He glanced left and right, took a step forward, put his feet together, raised his head, and said in a loud voice:

"I am willing to inherit the will of the Great Chief and take up this burden! Do your best and do your best. ”

One, after 12 o'clock in the second watch,

(End of chapter)