America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chen Jianqiu took a deep drag on the cigarette and then threw the remaining cigarette butts on the ground.

Hey guys, we're in a bit of trouble now.

Asuka told him that Sitting Bull and his father Crazy Horse were brothers.

The two men took another ruthless man, Chief Hongyun, and formed a Sioux alliance.

The three men led the Sioux warriors in the Little Boghorn River (the famous Little Bighorn River) and beat up the American troops everywhere, directly killing "Famous General" Custer.

Are they being pushed to reservations now too?

It's so late for a hero.

Looking at Asuka's posture, it might be a little difficult for me to stay out of the incident.

Based on his knowledge of Roosevelt.

Later in the Spanish-American War, this guy formed a group of cavalry, known as the First U.S. Cavalry Brigade, and fought against Cuba, confronting Spain.

If it was really the Sioux who did it, he probably didn't want to directly recruit a group of militiamen to kill the Indians on the reservation.

Chen Jianqiu fell into deep thought.

"Sir, let's forget it. We alone can't do anything against those Indians."

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

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 took Roosevelt aside and said to him:

"Whether it was those Indians who did it or not, I can't say. But I don't recommend that you go to the door without being sure."

"The terrain there is complicated and the Indians are playing at home, so you won't get much benefit."

"Do you have any better idea?"

Behind Roosevelt's glasses, his eyes flickered.

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the flying bird on one side:

"This man used to be one of the chiefs of the Sioux tribe. Let him contact the chief of the Sioux tribe over there. Let's find a place to meet."

"No, I'll go directly."

Roosevelt adjusted his glasses, looking very heroic.

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

"Then do you think they will detain me? Or kill me directly?" Roosevelt asked.

Chen Jianqiu chuckled.

"If I were 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 in the slightest under the eyes of the boss of the Border Detective Agency."

After saying that, he walked towards his horse.

"Pink, please don't go. Go to the town and investigate again. With Mr. Chen following me, I'm safe."

Roosevelt ordered the policemen on horseback.

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

So Chen Jianqiu and the others walked out of the ranch gate and headed directly towards the Indian territory.

Birds lead the way.

He quickly found the road based on the traces on the ground that should have been left by Indians.

After walking for about two hours, they arrived near a mountain rock.

The bird tightened its reins and stopped.

"Are you here?" Chen Jianqiu looked around.

The rock in front blocks the way, and there are several forked roads. Going further in, it seems to be a small valley.

"There should be people patrolling around here." Asuka said.

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

"Uncle Sitting Bull! I am Bird! Please meet me!"

The bird's chest was filled with excitement.

After a few years, he finally started speaking his mother tongue again.

He thought he had forgotten.

The voice echoed in the rocks, waiting for a response in the same language.

"Asuka?"

Several Indian warriors came out from behind an inconspicuous rock.

They were dressed in clothes made of animal skins, holding old-fashioned Martini-Henry rifles in their hands, and approached cautiously.

The Indian walking at the front rubbed his eyes, and the expression on his face quickly changed from suspicion to surprise.

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

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

The two of them greeted each other in the Sioux language.

"It's me, my good brother!"

"I thought you were dead!"

"Almost, but I still made it through. It's just that I'm the only one left in my tribe."

Although Asuka and the Indian named "Turtle Dove" grew up in different tribes, they fought against the white people together, even when they were still children.

"Is Uncle Sitting Bull okay?" Asuka asked.

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

Ikaruga squinted at Roosevelt, Chen Jianqiu and Sean behind Asuka.

He showed a hint of alertness.

Especially for Roosevelt who wears glasses.

"They want to meet Chief Sitting Bull. There are some things they need to ask," Feiniao said.

"Then come with me."

Ikaruga led everyone around a corner and entered the cliff.

They walked forward for a while.

Going further in, it turned out to be a small valley.

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

Indian men and women shuttled back and forth between the tents.

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

There were several Indian children playing and playing with the bone sticks of prey in their hands.

Chen Jianqiu took a look and found that most of them were sallow and thin, and they didn't look energetic at first glance.

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

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

After all, few white people come here.

Most of the people who came were carrying guns.

As for the fate of those people, most of them were lying on the bad ground outside, with only bones left on their bodies.

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

"Uncle Sitting Bull!"

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

At this time, he was sitting on a piece of wood with his eyes closed.

There was a shelf on the bonfire in front of him, and there was a clay bowl on the shelf.

Some unknown herbs were being boiled in the pottery bowl, which was filled with dark green bubbles.

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

Chen Jianqiu looked at this old man, looking like a magician.

The old man always looked like his soul was out of its shell, turning a deaf ear to the world around him. He kept wandering in his own world.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

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

"It's you, Asuka."

Sitting Bull showed a kind smile.

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

Then he turned to Roosevelt:

"This stranger, sir, what are you doing here?"

Sitting Bull's face was as calm as a pool of water.

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

"Outside the reservation, a ranch was looted. Did you send anyone there this morning?"

Sitting Bull nodded slightly.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

Roosevelt's face darkened.

Chen Jianqiu closely observed every move of the Indians around him.

He was thinking of some way to avoid conflicts here and at least save Roosevelt's life.

Otherwise, my trip would be in vain.

But Sitting Bull spoke again.

While he was stroking the head of a flying bird, he was stroking his own child.

"But the looting of the ranch has nothing to do with us. When our people got there, it was already in ruins."

Chen Jianqiu felt relieved.

Why does this old guy like to breathe heavily when talking?

"Oh? Why do you want to go to that ranch?"

However, judging from Roosevelt's voice, it seemed that he did not believe the chief's statement.

"There is thick smoke rising from the edge of our reservation. Of course I have to send someone to take a look."

The chief's explanation was flawless.

"Too much blood has been shed on this land, and I don't want to see the killing continue."

Sitting Bull glanced at his people.

He is the chief and the prophet of the tribe.

But as a prophet, he can't see clearly the future of his race now, and his mind is filled with fog.

Roosevelt wanted to ask something else, but Chen Jianqiu called him aside.

"I just observed the Indian camp and didn't see the dozens of missing sheep and horses." Chen Jianqiu said in a low voice.

"Could it be hidden somewhere by them?" Roosevelt raised a possibility.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

"There is no need. The people in this tribe are all hungry and skinny. If it was really them who robbed it, there is no need to hide it. What's more, we didn't notify them before we came."

Roosevelt thought about it and felt it made sense.

If he were one of these Indians, he would definitely not let go of those sheep and bring them back immediately to share with his tribe.

Dozens of sheep.

Putting it outside is both unsafe and troublesome.

"So, next, we just need to find out where those sheep went and follow the clues to find out who did this."