America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 276 A clever plan

Chen Jianqiu was indeed "robbed" of two trucks of goods by Geronimo two days ago, but neither of those two trucks was for Scott.

The transport team towed two vehicles and set off from Roswell to Lincoln as agreed.

On the verge of arriving in Lincolnshire.

A whistle came from the distance.

Li Sifu took the escorting Chinese workers and turned around, abandoned the two vehicles covered with canvas and ran away.

All this fell into the eyes of residents near Lincolnshire.

Of course, these residents fled in panic after hearing the whistle.

This matter naturally reached Scott's ears.

When Geronimo and his soldiers came to the two cars and opened the cloth on them, they found that the things were different from usual.

A dark machine gun that they had never seen before appeared in front of them.

The other cart contains ammunition and operating instructions written in English.

Although it was not yet clear what use this big guy had for his tactics of coming and going without a trace, Geronimo still dragged him away.

Since it was given by Chen Jianqiu, it must be useful.

Until, he discovered that there was an envelope tucked inside the instruction manual. Inside was a letter, with no handwriting visible.

During this time, Geronimo successfully brought out many Apache Indians who were unwilling to be enslaved.

Chen Jianqiu gave him guns and horses, and they quickly formed a team with certain combat effectiveness.

According to the tactics Chen Jianqiu planned for him.

When Crook's main force advanced, they would break into pieces and attack from all directions; if they were pursued too closely, they would directly cross the border and run to Mexico.

This gave Crook and his army a headache.

The Apaches robbed border towns from New Mexico to Texas. In the most exaggerated cases, Indian teams under the name Geronimo would appear in three places at the same time.

Geronimo's life was very fulfilling.

Crook became more irritable.

We didn't kill Geronimo last time, but now the US-Mexico border is full of Geronimo.

What depressed him the most was that unlike in the past, this time, the Apache chief's ammunition was always particularly abundant for some reason, and his attack route became particularly flexible.

As soon as their main force appears, they will run to Mexico.

The governor of New Mexico still took the trouble to file a federal lawsuit against him.

This is too thick-skinned.

If they hadn't been clamoring to suppress the bandits last time, they would have buried Geronimo and his Indian scum alive.

So Crook thought of an old method.

When the Indians fought guerrillas, he also dispersed his troops to ensure superior strength in local areas and ate away those blind Indians bit by bit.

Most importantly, he started looking for Yin Jie again.

According to his previous experience, there are many conflicts among Indian tribes and there is no unified goal.

Four-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged Indian traitors are everywhere.

And today, his subordinate, Lieutenant Ford, found it.

Lieutenant Ford was leading Cavalry No. 50 and 60, stationed near a valley near the Rio Grande.

Not long ago, they had just tidied up a reckless team of Apache skirmishers, and after killing a dozen of the other side's warriors, they chased them all the way here.

At this time, Lieutenant Ford was looking at the scenery in front of him happily.

It is truly a miracle that such a green and flat river valley can appear in the dry desert of New Mexico.

"Lieutenant, we have captured a prisoner." A voice came from behind the lieutenant, interrupting his admiration for the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland.

Two soldiers escorted a scarred Apache warrior to him.

The soldiers kicked him to the ground.

"Does he understand English?" Lieutenant Ford glanced around.

Everyone shook their heads.

"Then do any of you understand their tribal language?"

He still shook his head.

The lieutenant almost cursed.

He remembered that the only "translator" in his team, an old Apache traitor who had been rebelling for seven or eight years, was beaten to death not long ago.

"Kill him." Ford curled his lips.

This prisoner had no use for the eggs and wasted his own marching food.

However, the Indian's reaction suddenly became violent. He began to struggle and murmured in Apache tribal language that they did not understand.

"Are you sure he doesn't understand English?" Ford looked at the people around him suspiciously.

Why did he react so strongly when he heard that he was going to kill him?

A soldier nearby put a rifle butt on the Indian's head.

Blood flowed from his head and half of his face was red.

"Jero~Nemo~Jero~Nemo" the Indian warrior threw his head in the direction of the river valley and said a familiar name.

"Geronimo?"

Ford suddenly became serious. He glanced at the Indian warrior whose face was covered with blood, and then looked at the direction of the river valley.

The famous Geronimo is not really in this valley, is he?

He asked the soldiers around him to tie up the Indian warrior, and while gesticulating and guessing, he finally figured out that the man in the valley was really Geronimo.

There were about ten people around him.

Ford was delighted.

It takes no effort to get there even if you wear iron shoes.

Crook said that Geronimo is the soul of this Indian. If the soul is gone, the resistance of the Indians will completely cease.

"Get on the horse, kill Geronimo before dark, I don't want to live." Ford got on the horse, with a murderous look on his face, "Deal with them!"

"What about this Indian?" asked the soldier next to him.

"Kill, will you stay and ride a horse with you?" Ford snorted, kicked the horse in the belly, and took the lead in galloping away into the river valley.

"Bang!"

The Indian warrior was shot in the back of the heart and fell beside the dry river bed.

He was dead. His blood flowed into the river bed, his eyes were open and he had a smile on his face.

Ford led the cavalry and rushed toward the valley.

Along the way, you can see debris discarded by the Indians everywhere, such as bloody clothes, scrapped guns, etc.

"They were so panicked that they stopped hiding their whereabouts. These scumbags panicked and chose to defect to their leader, but they didn't expect to expose their leader's whereabouts!" Ford said to the soldiers behind him.

He was so excited that he drew his rifle from his horse.

Whenever he saw an Indian appearing in front of him, he would definitely kill him with one shot.

Sure enough, when he turned around a bare beach, several Indians appeared in Ford's field of vision.

Seeing Ford and his cavalry chasing after them from a distance, these Indians turned their horses and ran away.

Ford raised his gun and shot.

I don't know if it's because the gravel on the beach is too bumpy or because the wind in the valley is a bit strong.

Missed.

The lieutenant changed bullets and called to his subordinates to follow him quickly.

Not only eighty but also a hundred Indians died under his gun.

He wanted to kill these Indians so that their chief could swim in the Styx first.

The horse's hooves stepped on the fine gravel on the abandoned river valley beach, making a crisp sound, which echoed in the river valley together with the gunfire.

The cavalry rode forward, vying to be the first to kill the legend.

However, the road in the river valley has become narrower and narrower, and the cliffs on both sides of the river valley have become closer and closer.

Ford was in pursuit and could only see the front, but his experienced deputy discovered the seriousness of the problem.

This is very dangerous terrain.

"Sir, no! There may be an ambush in this terrain!" the adjutant shouted at Ford.

The cavalrymen behind him didn't understand the terrain, but Ford did.

He raised his head and glanced above and around him, suddenly breaking into a cold sweat.

He pulled the reins, trying to stop his horse, but the entire cavalry team, dozens of people and horses, rushed out, like a rapid flowing into the river valley, stopping at any time.

"Stop! Don't rush in!" Ford shouted loudly.

However, it was too late. A group of Indians appeared from the edge of the cliff. They held repeating rifles in their hands and began to shoot at the cavalry from a high position.

A row of volleys fired, and five or six cavalrymen fell from their horses.

"Back there!" the adjutant shouted loudly.

Ford looked back and saw that a group of Indian warriors had also appeared where they came from.

Not only behind them, but also above the cliff, and diagonally behind, behind the rocks, a bunch of yellow-skinned Indian warriors suddenly appeared.

There are not more than ten people here, there must be at least one or two hundred people!

"Forward!" Ford raised the gun in his hand and shouted.

If you retreat, you will lose all your energy and will be unable to escape. Only by moving forward and trying to break out can you have a chance of survival.

The lieutenant raised his gun to fight back and took the lead in rushing forward.

But before his horse could even take a few steps forward, a hail of deadly bullets hit him from the opposite side of the river valley.

Lieutenant Ford and his horse were instantly beaten into a sieve, and several people around him also fell on their backs.

At the last second before his death, Lieutenant Ford saw clearly the appearance of the machine singing the song of death.

The dark, round barrel was spraying flames, and the bolt continuously swallowed the bullets from the canvas belt while ejecting the cartridge cases into the air.

"What the hell! What the hell is this?"

These were the last words spoken by Lieutenant Ford.

This is a dead end, it was doomed from the moment Ford broke into this river valley.

In front of him, there was not only Maxim, but also a dozen Apaches holding repeating rifles.

Fifty or sixty U.S. cavalrymen were killed or wounded, and no one survived.

On the edge of the cliff far above the river valley, Chen Jianqiu took off his binoculars and touched the Indian feather headdress on his head.

Behind him were about thirty Chinese warriors wearing Indian costumes.

This time, they didn't take any action, they came just as a precaution.

None of these U.S. cavalrymen could make it out of this river valley alive.

"The effect is okay." Chen Jianqiu said to Feiniao. He came here just to observe.

This Maxim is an experimental product and needs to be taken back.

It seems that Crook, the commander of the war zone, will not stay here for long.

Multiple heroines, time loops, fast cars, do you know the cover?

(End of chapter)