America 1881: They Call Me Legend

As a martial arts master, Haruma Yamamoto knows that no matter how fast the fist is, the gun is not as fast as the gun.

He did not choose to charge with Yamada Sho's apprentice, but hid behind the wooden box to observe the situation.

After seeing those rogues being swept down like wheat being cut, the great master turned around and ran away.

It doesn't matter that there are many mourners behind him, and there are many deaths and injuries.

What is a master?Boil those who are stronger than yourself to death, and the one who can beat the most is the grand master.

In less than 5 minutes, Haruma Yamamoto disappeared without a trace.

Under the crossfire of the three Maxims, the Ronin suffered heavy casualties, blood flowed like a river, and there were bloody corpses and wailing wounded all over the ground. .

Even if the will is like steel, under the despair of death, it will soon melt into molten iron.

The Japanese position finally began to waver.

"Follow me and beat them back!" Chen Jianqiu raised his gun high and shouted at the soldiers who were still fighting.

The red-eyed soldiers were full of fighting spirit, and rushed after Chen Jianqiu.

The long spear team and the surviving ronin were quickly driven out of Chinatown, and rushed towards the place where the Japanese lived at the foot of the mountain.

They passed the ruins of the seaside watchtower.

The area with a radius of several hundred meters around the sentry tower is already a piece of scorched earth.

There was a lot of movement in Chinatown, and the whole of Honolulu noticed it, including the aborigines and the high-ranking white people.

At first they thought that the Chinese were celebrating a festival similar to the Spring Festival, with firecrackers set off.

But with the addition of the three cannons on the "Kun", the situation began to develop into an unknown area for the citizens.

No firecrackers like this!

Their uneasiness began to grow.

In a stone building in downtown Honolulu, Lauren Thurston, the leader of the white safety committee, and Stevens, the U.S. ambassador to Hawaii, were in a plush second-floor office.

One of them paced up and down the room while the other sat in a chair in silence.

Both are anxiously awaiting the latest news.

"Thurston, can you stop dangling in front of me? I'm dizzy!" Stevens was the first to lose his temper, and said impatiently to the pacers.

He and Thurston were plotting a coup against Queen Liliuokalani.

Stevens had broad support in the House of Representatives in Washington, and they all supported putting Hawaii under the American sphere of influence.

At this juncture, the sound of artillery and gunfire suddenly came from the seaside of Honolulu.

Stevenson ran through all the possibilities in his mind.

It made him even more anxious.

Because of its geographical location, Hawaii is very important.

It is a refueling station in the Pacific Ocean, and ships going here will resupply and transfer from Asia to North America, or from North America to Asia.

In addition to the United States, whether it is an ambitious Asian country like Japan, or an old imperialist power like Britain and France, they all have a strong interest in this place.

They are not afraid of Japan, but if Britain and France really intervene, it will be really troublesome.

Lauren Thurston has no less anxiety than Stevens.

As a representative of white Hawaiian plantation owners, it has always been his long-cherished wish to incorporate the island into the Federation.

For this reason, he worked hard for many years.

Two generations, decades of hard work, depends on the effect of this coup.

No one wants something to happen suddenly at this time.

He ignored Stevenson and continued to pace the room.

Only in this way can some anxiety be resolved and his manic depression calmed down.

Just then, the door rang suddenly.

"Come in!" Thurston and Stevens shouted almost simultaneously.

The door was opened, and a man dressed like a postman rushed in, panting in front of the two.

"I found out that it was the Japanese and the Chinese who fought! The battle took place in Chinatown, and houses were burned inside and out. The fighting was so fierce that almost no one dared to approach it!"

Hearing that it was a battle between the Japanese and the Chinese, both Thurston and Stevenson breathed a sigh of relief.

If these two groups of people like to fight, let them fight. It is best to fight more and more intensely, and let each other bleed.

Better get them all out of Hawaii.

No, I still have to save a little bit, get out of the sugarcane field and wharf, who will work?black?It's not as good as these two!

But Thurston suddenly thought of a question, and asked again:
"What about the sound of the cannon? What's the matter with the sound of the cannon?!"

"It is said that it came from an armed merchant ship on the sea near the pier, flying the American flag!" The postman replied.

The coffee cup that Ambassador Stevenson had just picked up almost fell to the floor.

Armed merchant ships?

Isn't this kind of trick often done by the US Navy?What kind of bullshit armed merchant ships, the aspect ratio is simply outrageous, and they are fiercer than each other in a fight!

However, why didn't he know that the U.S. Navy had this kind of action?
After all, he is the ambassador of the United States to Hawaii, so he should be informed!

"Where did the shell hit?" Stevenson asked in a calm voice.

His mind was now starting to run wild again.

The coup plan was supported by the former President Harrison and his Republican cabinet. As for what the new President Cleveland thought, Stevenson was still not sure.

However, in order to appease Thurston and others, he told the white manor owners in Hawaii who were rebellious:
The new presidential team also supports the annexation plan!In this respect, this administration is no different from the previous one.

If this is really a special operation by the Navy and Washington to circumvent him, the prospect of a coup will become confusing again.

"Oh, you said shelling. A lot of shells were fired near a guard tower in the middle of the respective territories of the Japanese and Chinatown."

"Have you hit anyone else?" Stevenson continued.

"No." The postman shook his head, "The sentry tower was destroyed, and there were some sporadic Japanese buildings nearby, which were also bombed, but there were no casualties other than the Japanese."

After hearing this, Stevenson's mind became even more confused.

After thinking for a long time, he made a preliminary judgment.

It is possible that the U.S. government is using the Chinese to teach those ignorant Japanese.

The Japanese government does have the ambition to get involved in Hawaii, and the "King Kong" has indeed been swaying in the nearby waters before.

But they're currently at war with an aging empire in East Asia.

North Korea or Hawaii, they have to choose one!
"I judge that these things have no effect on us!" Stevenson made his final judgment, "We just need to be busy with our own affairs, and those two kinds of people can't make waves for the time being!"

I have to say that as the US ambassador to Hawaii, his analysis is not unreasonable.

The defeated ronin and the remnants of the spear team fled into the Japanese settlement.

Those honest Japanese laborers and other residents were also a little panicked when they saw the panicked and blood-stained compatriots.

Masao Kameda, the president of Xuanyang Club, who was staying at the headquarters at the foot of the mountain, soon received the news that these three hundred people had suffered a disastrous defeat in Chinatown.

"Where's that bastard Haruma Yamamoto? Where did he go? Why didn't he think of a way?" Masao Kameda half-kneeled on the tatami, furious.

"I'm here." Yamamoto appeared at the gate of the yard.

He didn't know where half of the blood was stained on his clothes, there was an extra bandage on his head, and the machete in his hand was missing a few holes.

"My soldiers and I worked hard to kill many enemies, but those Chinese were well-equipped, numerous in number, and well-prepared. We were ambushed!" Yamamoto said sadly, and then he stuck the machete on the ground, "Those samurai are all heroes, and they will all turn into heroic souls in the shrine!"

His demeanor can fool others, but it cannot fool Masao Kameda.

The old man's face was uncertain.

But in the end Haruma Yamamoto was not allowed to commit seppuku.

He still has one hope now.

That is to go to the Japanese ambassador to Hawaii.

Japan will not ignore them, the Japanese in Hawaii, and the iron-clad ship "King Kong" is definitely not a display!