America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"Your queen has already surrendered, why don't you put down your weapons quickly?" Haruma Yamamoto asked the translator to shout outside the stockade, while quietly signaling his soldiers not to put down their guns.

The captain of the guard was the first to recover from his daze.

Although he is straightforward, he is not stupid.

Haruma Yamamoto's words were insincere, and the soldiers on the wooden city wall were holding their guns tightly, ready to kill themselves and the soldiers around them at any time.

The captain of the guard looked around and found that the soldiers who followed him had already suffered heavy casualties.

Some were injured and fell to the ground bleeding all over the ground, some were still crying in pain, and some fell face down on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The captain of the guard looked up at the wall again, knowing that it would be futile to continue attacking like this.

They didn't have heavy weapons, and filling them in would just cost their lives for nothing.

Now the only option is to withdraw and join the chief of police and the others to find another way.

As for the queen's life, that can only be resigned to fate!
"Bring the wounded, one counts as one, as long as they can move, take them away! Let's withdraw!" The captain of the guard was unwilling, but he had no choice.

Sure enough, his choice was extremely wise.

Haruma Yamamoto hesitated for less than ten seconds after discovering that the captain of the guard led the people to retreat, and then ordered the soldiers to continue shooting.

The captain of the guard and a group of people worked desperately to withdraw the wounded from the shooting range of the Japanese on the city wall.

He ordered some of the team to take the wounded to local doctors or witch doctors in Honolulu for treatment. If it was impossible, the priests of the Christian Church also knew some medical skills.

And the captain of the guard himself rushed towards the palace with the rest of the people.

He'd have to find the chief of police to figure something out.

But the road from the palace to the foot of the mountain was also in chaos.

The citizens of Honolulu were largely unaware of what was happening.

The city on this island has been at ease for too long, and the battle in Chinatown some time ago was only limited to the confines of Chinatown.

The local aborigines and many white residents have not seen soldiers and policemen crossing the streets in front of them with guns for a long time.

Some people were afraid to avoid it, and hid in their homes, with the doors closed; some people watched the excitement and stood at the street corner to watch.

The captain of the guard walked quickly along the street with the people.

He soon saw a group of people walking towards him at the other end of the street.

The captain of the guard took a closer look and saw that it was Thurston and his white militiamen.

Among them, there is no voice of the local indigenous police.

The captain of the guard said badly to himself.

If Thurston was here and not with the Honolulu police, there must have been a fight between the two, and the result must have been that the police failed and Thurston and the coup forces broke through.

The captain of the guard didn't have the guts to go up to him at this time.

God knows if Thurston had an affair with those Japanese, if so, it would be really troublesome!
My side lost soldiers and generals, while Thurston's side had just won the victory, and the morale of the two sides was high and the judgment was made.

"Changing the road!" The captain of the guard gave the order.

In fact, Thurston also vaguely saw the captain of the guard and his native soldiers.

Red-eyed, he was just about to get his men ready for battle.

But he found that the captain of the guard chose to avoid their attack, retreated with the troops, and turned into another street.

"A pile of trash." Thurston put down the gun in his hand and muttered.

He turned around and pointed his index finger at the white militiamen behind, shouting loudly, "One hour! We only need one hour to capture those so-called 'fortresses' of little Japan!"

Under the leadership of Thurston, the white militiamen came to Masao Kameda's "fortress" and exchanged fire with the guarding Japanese soldiers without saying a word.

These Japanese soldiers, including Haruma Yamamoto, were also at a loss.

A group of black natives had just been beaten away, why did another group of whites come, and they shot when they saw each other.

At this time, in the stockade, Masao Kameda was taking a draft edict for the Queen to sign.

In this edict, the queen will announce her abdication, and a so-called "royal family" that the queen herself does not know will be put on stage as a puppet, and then controlled by the Great Japanese Empire.

If this edict becomes [-]%, Masao Kameda feels that his contribution is no less than Takamori Saigo.

He stood by the door of the cabin, staring like a hawk at the Queen's signature.

However, at this time, there was another fierce gunshot outside the door.

The queen put down the pen in her hand, she stood up angrily, and asked Masao Kameda:
"Mr. Kameda, you have promised me that you will let go of my captain of the guard and those Hawaiians! But what's going on with the gunshots outside?"

Masao Kameda had a headache.

What are these idiots in a hurry? Don't you know how to wait a while and find a quiet place to deal with it?Buried alive is fine too!

"What's going on outside?" he asked one of his subordinates, frowning.

After a while, the subordinate ran back and whispered in Masao Kameda's ear.

Kameda Masao frowned even tighter.

white people?Royalist?

"Tell them that the queen is in my hands, so they don't act rashly! Otherwise" he thought for a while, and then sent an order to his subordinates.

Unexpectedly, when the translator yelled these words to the group of people outside the stockade through a loudspeaker tube, Thurston led the group of militiamen to beat them harder.

He was worried that the queen would not die.

The battle lasted for two or three hours.

People on both sides were constantly killed and wounded and hors de combat.

Since the Japanese had already fought with the captain of the guard and his native soldiers before, they fought with the white militiamen again without much rest, which was a continuous battle;

In addition, these white militiamen have just won the battle, and their momentum is in full swing.

Therefore, the Japanese are gradually at a disadvantage, and the casualties are also increasing.

But they still occupy the advantage of the terrain and struggle to support.

As the saying goes, one bang, another decline, three exhausted.

As time went by, Thurston and his white militiamen were unable to attack for a long time, and there were also countless casualties.

Thurston was as restless as an ant on a hot pan.

Dull stood far away, watching coldly from the sidelines.

Also paying attention to the battlefield here is the American ambassador Stevenson hiding in the distance with a telescope.

Thurston couldn't beat him, and he was also very irritable.

All of this was planned by him.

If the coup succeeds, Washington will not necessarily admit it, but it can work; but if it loses, Washington will definitely not admit it.

After watching for a while, Stevenson decided not to wait any longer.

He rode his horse towards Chinatown.

Stevenson found Chen Jianqiu on the second floor of the teahouse:
"Mr. Chen, what about the fire support you promised me? Without fire support, we can't deal with those Japanese. Among them are the regular troops of the Japanese Army." Stevenson said anxiously to Chen Jianqiu.

"The main gun on the 'Kun' will blow up that stockade, and the other auxiliary guns can't hit that far." Chen Jianqiu knocked on the melon seeds, and said calmly, "What's more, Her Lady Queen is inside, don't worry about it. Easy to do."

"Whether the queen dies or not has nothing to do with us." Stevenson blurted out in a hurry.

But he soon realized that these words were very inconsistent with his status as a diplomat, and he even seemed a little out of choice.

"Can we have a compromise?" he asked.

"Yes, I have two smaller retired field guns on my ship. You can drag them over after assembling them, and then blast a gap in the wooden city wall." Chen Jianqiu said, "I won't charge you for the cost, it's used up. Pull it back for me."

"The United States of America will never forget your contribution to the Union!" Stevenson was very excited, "You are an excellent and responsible citizen."

After a while, Chen Jianqiu's two field guns were dragged to the front line by the carriage.

Dole was smoking a pipe, stroking the barrel of the gun, narrowing his eyes, and then glanced at Thurston who was jumping up and down in front of him.

He always felt that the Chinese businessman was much more reliable than Thurston, and he still had to rely on the heavy weapons provided by him in the end!

And the exhausted Japanese on the wooden city wall saw the two cannons, their eyes straightened.

"boom!"

The shell flew past, leaving a devastating trail on the wooden wall.

Debris, smoke, corpses tumbling through the air
Everything looks so aesthetically full of violence.

A big gap was quickly blown out of the wooden city wall. Thurston was overjoyed and led the remaining white militiamen to charge.

In his view, victory was at hand.

Just kill the leader and queen of the Japanese, and then establish a new government, and train the remaining Chinese and Japanese on the island to be dogs, or drive them out!
However, when Thurston crossed the gap and rushed into the stockade, he suddenly found out.

A group of shirtless Japanese ronin, wearing hoods and holding samurai swords high, rushed in their direction.