America 1881: Legend of the West

After roasting and sterilizing the dagger on the campfire, Chen Jianqiu squatted next to Feiniao.

"Feiniao, please bear with it, it might hurt a little."

Sean held down his shoulders, and Chen Jianqiu came up and controlled Asuka's other half with his body.

Fortunately, the location of the bullet was not very deep, and the dagger quickly picked out the bullet. Even so, the pain still made Asuka sweat.

Fortunately, no bones were injured, but the wound was a bit big, and a lot of blood was lost due to the bumpy journey.

But how to treat the wound? Could it be that in this wilderness, it was like burning the wound with gunpowder like what I had seen in the movie?

"Chen, can you help me find an herbal medicine? It has feather-like leaves and flat-topped clusters of small white flowers. My people use it to stop bleeding and treat wounds. We call it yarrow. It should be available in this mountain."

"I'm going to take a look now."

The heavy rain in the mountains came and went quickly. At this time, the rain had stopped outside the cave, but the sky was still dark.

Yarrow is a very common plant. Chen Jianqiu walked around outside the cave and soon found a lot of them in the open space between several trees.

In addition, God also gave me an extra surprise. Near the yarrow plants, there were a few hares eating as if no one was watching.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out his dagger, aimed at one of them, and threw the dagger over.

The dagger was fast and accurate, hitting the rabbit accurately. The poor rabbit didn't even jump a few times and fell to the ground.

Chen Jianqiu ran over and picked up the rabbit, broke off a few yarrows, put them in his pocket, and prepared to return to the cave.

The hallucination in the cave just now was like being there. It definitely didn't happen out of thin air. Could it be something in my dust-laden memory?

He also fired this flying knife smoothly, but he always hit the mark. What has happened to this body that has been possessed by me through time and space?

While thinking, Chen Jianqiu returned to the cave. He threw the rabbit's body to Sean.

"dinner."

Sean's saliva was almost drooling. He took the rabbit and the dagger and started skinning it.

Chen Jianqiu walked to Feiniao, took out yarrow from his pocket, pulled off the leaves, and handed it to him.

The flying bird put the leaves in its mouth, chewed them into paste, and applied it to the wound.

Chen Jianqiu tore off a piece of clean new cloth from his gown, bandaged Feiniao, and then handed him the water bag.

"It should be fine soon, cough, cough..." Feiniao took a sip of water, but choked out.

Chen Jianqiu did not comment, he reached into his arms and took out the pack of cigarettes.

I took out the cigarettes. The outer packaging of the cigarettes was soaked through. Most of the pack of cigarettes was wet, but the box of matches was mostly unaffected because it was pressed inside.

"Boss, if I had known that your matches could still be used, I wouldn't have bothered to remove the bullet casings." Sean had already finished dealing with the hare. He sharpened a branch, threaded the whole hare through it, and roasted it on the campfire.

The aroma of rabbit meat soon filled the cave. After Chen Jianqiu cut off a few pieces and handed them to Fei Niao, he sat back by the campfire and began to taste his craftsmanship with Sean.

"Uh~~uh~~" I don't know whether it was because of the aroma or the warmth brought by the bonfire. The tied second lieutenant woke up, but his whole body was tied tightly and his mouth was stuffed. He could only look like a maggot. The same twisting and turning.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out the rag from his mouth.

"You sons of bitches! Bastards! Bitch! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to..." Before he could finish speaking, he was punched in the head by Sean. He immediately became honest and just gasped. Sighing.

Chen Jianqiu gave him a drink of water, cut two pieces of rabbit meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I am the son of Lieutenant Edward, little Edward. Let me go. Let me go. I promise..."

The rag in the second lieutenant's mouth was stuffed back again. Chen Jianqiu took out a leather dog tag (identification tag) from his pocket, pulled off the epaulette from his uniform, and put it into his pocket. .

He handed Feiniao a revolver and bullets: "If this kid messes around, put a hole in his head."

Asuka nodded.

"Sean, come with me tonight." Chen Jianqiu finished eating the rabbit meat and clapped his hands.

Sean nodded, but looked at Asuka worriedly.

"I'm fine. It's just that my left arm is temporarily inconvenient." Feiniao held a gun in his right hand and flew up. "Don't worry, I won't kill him yet."

……

"Has the second lieutenant's body been found?"

In a tent at the Valley Cavalry Company, Lieutenant Edward paced back and forth.

He was very irritated. The troops had been chasing Crazy Horse's son for more than half a year. Although he received a telegram from his old boss a few days ago and wiped out the remaining members of the tribe, he still let that man run away today.

The second lieutenant was his son, and he originally planned to let him practice more with him. After all, fighting tigers invites brothers, and father and son go into battle.

As a result, this kid was so greedy for success that the two of them chased him out. Now they only came back with two horses, so there was a high chance of disaster.

Sometimes, he really envied his superiors. More than ten years had passed since the Civil War, and soldiers like him could only get promoted by killing Indians.

The cavalry company under him has been repeatedly cut down, from the original strength of more than a hundred to less than fifty now.

Now that no one has been caught, there is no way to explain it to the superiors. He has also lost his son. He has to go through the pain of losing a son at such an old age. His son's mother, that is, the old lady with a well-known family in New York, will also Hands tore him apart.

Thinking of this, he angrily overturned the map on the table. The coffee that was originally on the map was knocked to the ground. The adjutant beside him did not dare to express his anger.

"Search the mountain! Search the mountain for me! Dig the ground three feet to find them."

"Sir, the Indian with the scar on his face is back." A messenger came in and reported to Lieutenant Edward.

"He's back? It's good that he's back. I'm about to go find him." The lieutenant was in a bad mood.

If the Indian had not failed in the assassination, he would not have alerted the other party. If he had not alerted the other party, the other party would not have been prepared. His ambush plan must have been flawless. The three of them would not have been able to escape, and his son would not have been able to escape. If you can chase, you won't die.

You see, when people are angry, their logic is so clear.

At this time, Scar Yu didn't know everything that happened here, nor did he know what the lieutenant was thinking in his heart. He was taken into the camp and his weapons were left outside.

"Lieutenant, I helped you find Feiniao. I hope you can keep your promise and let my wife go." Scar Yu said in a hoarse voice.

The lieutenant didn't seem to be in a hurry to answer his question. He started to put away the maps on the table again. The adjutant quickly came over to help, picked up the cup of coffee from the ground, and planned to pour a new cup for his commander.

"Where are the people now?" The lieutenant didn't even raise his head.

"Your people have been following me. According to my information, they should be easy to find."

"I asked you where Asuka is now?!" the lieutenant slapped his hand on the table and yelled.

"I don't know." Scar Yu replied expressionlessly, "At first you just asked me to take you to find him."

"Is there something wrong with your minds?" The lieutenant raised his head and stared at the Indian in front of him. "I want him to die! Do you understand?"

"I tried, but failed. They have a Chinese guy who is very powerful." Scar Yu said.

"Then what are you doing back?"

"I no longer have the face to see Asuka, hoping to trade myself for my wife's life."

Two soldiers walked in from outside, tied up Scar Yu and took him out. Scaryu didn't struggle, he was like a wooden man throughout the whole process.

"Let that woman go?" the adjutant asked the lieutenant tentatively.

"Kill together." The lieutenant didn't even raise his head and looked at the map again, "I'm tired, you can go out."

"Only a dead Indian is a good Indian" - General Sheridan (Philip Sheridan), a general during the American Civil War