Neither of the two tribes of Indians who attended the meeting carried weapons on the spot.

After all, before the start of the meeting, the two sides were still close fraternal tribes living together.

But the Apache have always been full of martial virtues, and even without hot weapons, hand-to-hand combat is fist-to-flesh, and they fight very seriously.

In this way, the old Marley suffered a lot due to his old age.

I can't beat it, I can't run away, and if it's really surrounded, I'm afraid that the old bones will fall apart.

Not to mention that he is the target of the fire.

But fortunately, the level of force of his "left arm" and "right arm" is still online, one can fight, the other can resist beating, and he has suffered a lot of punches for him while also repelling many enemies.

But Klickitat's men eventually prevailed.

After all, they came prepared, and recalled Juarez's clan members in advance, and the number was a little larger.

In a group scuffle, in the case of being bare-handed, whoever has the most people will generally tilt the balance of victory to which side.

The "right-hand man" protected Lao Malai and fought and retreated.

The members of their tribe were forced out of the sacrificial site and retreated into the streets, seeing that the formation was about to be dispersed.

Old Marley gritted his teeth and gave an order to the clan members:

"Copy guy!"

Hearing the patriarch's order, the Indians did not hesitate at all, and turned around and ran to the straw pile on the side of the street.

They reached into the haystack and fumbled.

By the time their hands were taken out of the haystack again, a gun had appeared in each of them.

There are rifles, there are revolvers.

These guns, the bullets are loaded.

Old Marley had already sent someone to prepare and hide his gun in the haystack on the side of the roadside house.

He came with the intention of a showdown, but he didn't expect that it would end up being such an early showdown in such a form.

Lao Ma Lai originally thought that his opponent would be Chen Jianqiu.

Klickitat had been at the front, and he looked at old Marley's embarrassed appearance, laughed, and was about to make a sarcastic remark.

But before he could speak, he suddenly saw the gun in the hands of the other tribe member.

Klickitat was stunned, his mind full of question marks.

Where did these guys get their guns?

However, the situation did not give him much time to think, because the people in the front row opposite had already raised their guns.

"Withdraw! Remove! Let's go back and get guns too! Klickita braked sharply, turned around and ran, commanding his own clan members as he ran.

But it was still late.

A volley followed.

Klickitat was the first to rush before, and when he ran away, he became the last, and naturally he bore the brunt of the shooting.

He was shot in the ass and thigh and fell to the ground.

When the members of the clan heard the gunshots behind them, they turned their heads to see that their leader was lying on the ground, and hesitated to go back to save him.

"Hey! Why are you stunned? Come and save me! You fools, hiss~ Ouch, my ass! Can you move faster? ”

Klickitat raised his head, reached forward and cried out in pain.

Just now he was shot in the ass again, and it bloomed with brilliant blood.

No one wants to go back.

The Apache are brave and fearless to death, but they are not fools.

No one would want to die for this kind of goods.

Old Marley came up with his people to cover up.

He walked up to Klickitat on crutches, crouched down, grabbed the latter's hair, and twisted his head:

"You're so bold that you dare to attack Jerónimo? Do you have that strength? Well? ”

Old Marley glared at Klitat with a dirty face, and said viciously.

"Old bastard, why don't you try to pull my hair again!"

Klickitat's hair was torn from pain, and he roared like a wounded beast,

"You wait, Boss Chen's hundred or so soldiers will be more than enough to clean you up."

"Hehe, are you really a good person like Chen Jianqiu?" Old Ma Lai said angrily, "Do you see that we have fought so far, has he made a move?" ”

"He's afraid he doesn't want us both to die! You're retarded! ”

Klickitat was stunned.

Yourself, have you been tricked?

He thought of Chen Jianqiu's rather ambiguous attitude towards him before.

Ambiguity is exclusive to scumbags, and Chen Jianqiu, when doing these things, can be regarded as a top "scumbag".

"Damn it, or else, let's unite!" Klitat struggled to raise his head and said to Old Marlai, "As long as our two tribes join forces, we can definitely solve Chen Jianqiu." ”

Old Marley took the revolver from the "left arm" and shot Klickitat in the head.

"But the thing is, I want you dead too."

Old Marley slowly stood up on crutches.

A tribal leader who has rebelled against his relatives and is unwilling to save his own people has no meaning to him.

What's more, this kid scolded so ugly just now!

Old Marley was still feeling resentful, and kicked Klickitat's corpse in the head again.

This kick almost made the old man almost strain his own leg.

"Shall we go back and fight with Chen Jianqiu and them?" "Left arm" walked quickly to Old Marley and asked in a low voice.

"Fight a fart! Withdraw to our quarters and wait for the captain's army to come! ”

Old Marley rolled his eyes.

He has points in his heart about his strength.

Similarly, he knows very well what kind of character Chen Jianqiu is and what shocking things he has done.

With him in charge, even if he was outnumbered by the other side, Old Marley really didn't have much confidence to defeat the more than 100 soldiers head-on.

Otherwise, he would not have betrayed the interests of his clan to seek military assistance from Colonel Wiltord.

Old Marley has overcome the guilt of being an Indian traitor.

It was originally an option to break up, break through with the clansmen, and then fight back with the American soldiers.

But Chen Jianqiu and his more than 100 men were all cavalry.

If their own people break through, they won't be able to run far at all, and they will be bitten to death by Chen Jianqiu one after another!

Therefore, the old Marley chose to stick to it.

Under the orders of the elder Marlai, his clan soldiers did not chase into the sacrificial ground, but alternately retreated into their own settlements.

Strangely, Chen Jianqiu and his soldiers were not in a hurry to chase and kill.

He was around the altar to restrain the defeated army of the Klitat tribe.

"Whoever has a weapon, let me be assigned to the team of Loczen, and all actions will be under command, and do not act without permission." Chen Jianqiu gave the order.

"Shall we kill it?"

Loczen also had an extra gun in his hand at this time.

She expertly pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head with a look of pity:

"It's those two ambitious fools and some careerists who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and the members of the tribe below are innocent."

Luo Cen turned his head and glanced at Chen Jianqiu up and down:

"Chen, when did you become so gentle? It's not like your style. ”

"It's all my own." Chen Jianqiu sighed.

The last counterinsurgency was opened, which has caused rift between the tribes, and is also one of the reasons for this rebellion.

Chen Jianqiu had two choices, either he would cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and kill all the people of the rebellious tribes, leaving no root cause.

But this approach is clearly not realistic now.

There are very few Indians here.

Kill again? Or banishing the rebellious tribes, which has no other purpose than weakening their strength, will only increase the panic in the hearts of the people and bring unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, the only choice left is not to continue to increase the contradictions.

Otherwise, what would this divided Indian tribe do?

"Arrange to fence them off, don't fight, but don't let them come out." Chen Jianqiu said, "Wait for news from the other side." ”

"News from the other side?" Luo Cen looked at Chen Jianqiu with some puzzlement.

"Well, there is an Indian, with soldiers, fighting for your interests."

Chen Jianqiu put his hands behind his back and looked in the direction of the northwest.

If nothing else, Asuka should have already engaged the American border troops.

He prepared a gift for Mr. Wiltord.

Maker, Browning.

(End of chapter)