America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 508 Deadlock
The ferocious ronin caught Thurston a little off guard.

He didn't know much about the Japanese, and he didn't expect such a fierce resistance after the stronghold was broken.

"Shoot! Shoot!" Thurston yelled, pulling out a revolver from his belt and hitting a samurai who was rushing towards him.

Other white militiamen also hurriedly raised their guns and fired.

However, those ronin who held their knives had already rushed forward and fought with them.

Although these white militiamen were brave, they did not have any melee weapons in their hands, so they could only resist with guns in their hands.

Some of them were able to knock down a ronin with a single shot after carrying away a ronin with a knife.

But those ronin who are red-eyed basically don't give them a chance to reload their ammunition.

No matter how brave you are, you have to lie down on the ground if you cut it with one knife or two, not to mention that these ronin are also brave and fearless masters.

The white militiamen gradually fell into a disadvantage on the scene.

After leaving behind a dozen corpses, they were quickly hacked out of the stockade.

Some of the rogues were eager to chop and chased after holding their knives, but they were blocked by a volley of white soldiers holding their ground.

Thurston had a huge gash cut in his arm and his clothes were torn.

He turned his head and found Dole standing behind him, wearing a suit without any wrinkles.

"Where did you go when I charged just now?" Thurston glared at Dole with his hands on his hips.

Dull took out the pipe from the pocket of his jacket, and took out a small iron box from the pocket, opened it, took out some shredded tobacco, put it in the pipe and pressed it.

He lit a cigarette, then patted the gun on his shoulder: "It's still a question of whether you can come back without us."

Thurston was suddenly furious.

I'm working hard in the front, and you're making sarcastic remarks here!

He stepped forward and grabbed Dole by the collar.

Not to be outdone, Dole pushed Thurston away and punched him.

This punch hit Thurston's face, making him stare.

Thurston straightened up, wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand, and found that he was bleeding from the beating, cursed a curse word, and stepped forward to grab Dole's beard.

The two of them fought like this.

Some members of the People's League next to them came up to fight, but most of them were either bandaging their wounds or firing cold guns at the stockade.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Go find Mr. Ambassador!" A committee member of the alliance said to the other.

Everyone present was stunned.

Stevenson's involvement in the coup was a tacit "secret" just as Thurston had a rebellious heart.

But this cannot be said on the face of it.

Because the ambassador participated in the coup, it means that the US government also participated in the coup. When this news spread, it is really an eyesore in the international arena.

The committee member knew he had made a slip of the tongue, but he didn't mean to take back what he said, but waved his hand and told the person to go to Stevenson immediately.

After Mr. Ambassador borrowed two field guns from Chen Jianqiu, he returned to the consulate.

The weapons were borrowed, and all that was left was to wait for the good news.

He is already preparing how to report the situation here to the federal government.

However, the door of the consulate was knocked hastily.

"Mr. Ambassador! Mr. Ambassador! Hurry up, something has happened!" A cry for help came from outside the door.

It was already evening, and the local employees in the consulate had already gone back to rest after get off work.

Stevenson didn't ask his subordinates to open the door, but walked to the gate by himself.

He opened the door.

"Tony, why are you here?" Stevenson poked his head out and looked around. After finding that no one was paying attention, he turned sideways and let the member of the Hawaii People's League named Tony in.

He took the man to his office.

"Aren't you attacking those Japanese? What happened?" Stevenson frowned.

Tony told Stevenson what had happened:
"We were beaten back. Dull and Thurston had a dispute and fought!"

The ambassador covered his face with one hand.

His rage is rising.

These two embarrassing things are really muddy and can't support the wall. The cannons were prepared for them, but they couldn't beat them, and they actually fought among themselves in public.

If you count on them, so what if they are defeated? Can a government be formed? !

No way, Stevenson decided to go to Chen Jianqiu again.

Now, apart from him, no one seems to be able to save the situation.

Thinking of this, the ambassador shook his head, quickly walked out of the consulate through the back door, and rode his horse towards Chinatown again.

On the other side, the captain of the guard was looking for the chief of police everywhere, and finally found him near a hut in the plantation area.

A local barefoot doctor is treating his gunshot wound with herbs.

"You didn't rescue the queen either? The queen decided to abdicate?" The chief of police grinned in pain. The shrapnel in his wound was picked out by the doctor with a knife, and a layer of dark green herbal medicine was applied on it. "Then we are finished!"

"We can still mobilize the indigenous residents on the island. By the way, we still have some members of the Long Spear Club who haven't been mobilized! We still have a chance!" The captain of the guard said eagerly, "The Queen is usually good to those nobles and people, and will Someone is willing to stand up."

If all civilians took up arms, they would be able to fight.

"Forget it, have you seen those nobles appear? They are either staying behind closed doors, or planning to run away, or planning to seek refuge with a new master! When I passed by Kasaba's house, that bastard was letting the servant Pack your bags!"

The police chief sighed.

He pointed to the disgraced Hawaiian Lancers soldiers behind the captain of the guard: "The warriors who are willing to follow us are all here. You still have people. The policemen on my side have long since disappeared!"

"Oh!"

The captain of the guard slammed the table down with his fist.

"Damn it, don't we have any other options?"

The chief of police and the captain of the guard looked at each other in silence for a long time.

"I know that there is a person who can help us rescue the queen now! That person is the sworn enemy of the Japanese, and he just taught them a lesson not long ago." The chief of police suddenly raised his head and said.

"You mean? The leader of Chinatown surnamed Chen?" The guard captain's face regained its brilliance.

"Yeah, he is very powerful. I heard that in Chinatown, there were several truckloads of Japanese corpses dragged out!" The police chief stood up excitedly and waved his hand.

As a result, the wound was pulled, and he sat back in pain.

The captain of the guard was right.

But he looked back at the sparse soldiers behind him, and was discouraged again: "But why did he help us?"

"Whatever, as long as the queen can be rescued, I can say anything!" said the police chief.

The two did what they said, and they asked the soldiers to go back to repair, while they walked in the direction of Chinatown.

Neither of them can speak Chinese, and passers-by in Chinatown will hide when they see them.

Finally, after going through many twists and turns, they finally met Chen Jianqiu on the second floor of the teahouse.

"Why should I help you? Give me a reason, gentlemen." Chen Jianqiu held two walnuts given to him by Mr. Chen in his hand, tilted his head and looked at the two, "I'm not even from Hawaii."

What should come will come, some things cannot be avoided.

The captain of the guard and the police chief glanced at each other, and then said to Chen Jianqiu:

"The people of Hawaii will always remember your kindness, we will erect statues for you, and we will make your stories into songs and sing them!"

Chen Jianqiu shook his head:
"I'm a living person, I don't need a statue; I'm not a savior, and I'm not very interested in your praises."

He paused:
"I'm a businessman."

The captain of the guard and the police chief immediately understood what he meant.

The captain of the guard was still hesitating, but the chief of police reacted much faster:

"Mr. Chen, as long as you can save the queen, you can say anything!"

Never mind him, agree first and then talk.

Strangely, Chen Jianqiu did not reply.

His gaze passed over the heads of the two people and landed on the stairs outside the box.

Mr. Stevenson came up from downstairs.

He saw the captain of the guard and the chief of police sitting in the box at a glance.

The two hadn't noticed him yet.

The ambassador turned away.

He didn't want to bump into these two people here.

If Chen Jianqiu really followed his request to get Masao Kameda done for Thurston and the others, then the US government's participation in the coup would be officially certified.

However, a familiar voice came from behind his head:

"Mr. Stevenson, everyone is here, come in and have a seat."

(End of this chapter)