At noon today, Chen Qinghua rushed to the mountain mine, and in the wooden house, he saw Nakamura, who was seriously injured and unconscious.

"What's going on, sir?" Chen Qinghua was very shocked in his heart, and looked up at Mr. Fujiwara next to him.

Mr. Fujiwara told him that Nakamura had been attacked during an expedition in the mountains, and it was unclear what happened.

"Who would attack Nakamura-kun? Was Sadako there at the time? Can you tell us about the situation? Chen Qinghua asked Sadako, who had been guarding the edge of the bed.

Sadako is Nakamura's assistant, and she has always been a capable and dedicated cold and proud beauty, but at this time, she was squeaky and squeaky, and she didn't say anything about being ugly for a long time.

Chen Qinghua is quite aware of Nakamura's skills, such a martial arts master, under normal circumstances, ordinary opponents, without ten or eight shots at the same time, it is impossible to defeat him, let alone seriously injure him like this.

Who the hell, for what terrible thing, and under what circumstances did Nakamura hurt like this? Chen Qinghua was confused.

In this world, there are panicked soldiers, bandits, and human lives are like mustard, and even martial arts masters like Nakamura cannot be spared...... It seems that when I walk in the mountains in the future, I will have to strengthen my vigilance.

Chen Qinghua sighed in his heart, it was estimated that Sadako was inconvenient to tell the public out of order to maintain the dignity of bushido, so he didn't ask anymore.

After some discussion with Mr. Fujiwara, they unanimously decided to carry Nakamura back to the village first, arrange for treatment immediately, and once the situation improved, they would be transferred to a large hospital in Ganzhou or Nanchang, or if possible, they could also be transferred back to Tokyo.

The group returned to Chen's Mansion and asked the village doctor to prescribe a prescription to boil the medicine, and asked Niu Er to apply the ancestral medicine to the wounds...... After settling down in Nakamura, it was already late at night.

After Chen Qinghua washed up, he went to his parents' bedroom to ask for peace, and then returned to his house, and just lay down, he heard gunshots coming from the attic of the West Courtyard.

Frightened and nervous, he immediately got up and dressed. At this time, the family members who were patrolling the night in the west courtyard also hurriedly came to report that there were gunshots and fights coming from the attic of the commissioner.

Chen Qinghua explained to his family, continued to patrol carefully, and led a team of people to hurry to the attic where the commissioner lived.

What happened indoors, could it be that robbers broke into the house, robbed people, and stole goods? Under the repeated shouts, he only heard Xie Yucheng's vague answer, which made him more and more anxious, and he was about to break in.

At this time, there was another commotion in the courtyard, Chen Qinghua turned his head to look, and saw that it was his teacher, Mr. Fujiwara, with a few Japanese classmates, who hurried to the staircase and wanted to go upstairs.

Liu Tou, who was in charge of keeping watch at the staircase, did not dare to block it, and did not dare to let it go, looking in a dilemma, his eyes for help turned to a high place, and looked at his own young master at the door of the building.

Chen Qinghua was about to let Liu Tou let him go, but Yamamoto, who was standing at the top of the stairs, was already impatient, only to see him bow slightly to Mr. Fujiwara beside him, muttering something in his mouth, and then stretched out his hand to pull Liu Tou away, and climbed the attic stairs with a knock knock, came to Chen Qinghua, and asked eagerly:

"Qinghua-kun, what's the situation in this room?"

In a hurry, Chen Qinghua knew that Yamamoto's usual temperament was like this, and it was not easy to deal with him, but at this time, seeing his eagerness overflowing, he didn't feel strange in his heart, so he opened his mouth to the door, and at the same time turned his body sideways and let go of the door.

But I saw Yamamoto put his ear to the door, listened for a while, and suddenly shouted: "Sadako-chan, Sadako-chan, are you okay?" ”

Sadako? How could Sadako be in the commissioner's room? Everyone has just returned from the mountains, and they haven't had time to introduce themselves....... Chen Qinghua was shocked, and his heart became suspicious.

Sadako in the house, although she could clearly hear the movement outside the door at this time, she could no longer breathe, her head became more and more dizzy, and she could not respond to Yamamoto's shout.

Since the day before yesterday, when she returned to the wooden house in the mine from Nakamura, who was in a coma with a serious injury, she has been in pain and has been unable to extricate herself for a long time.

On that hill, he was first punched and trampled by that despicable man, and he had no power to fight back, and his big footprints were everywhere on his face and nose.

Then, his whole body was bolted to death, and in front of Nakamura-kun, he struggled and rolled on the dirty mountain.

This scene of shame and shame has appeared in front of her eyes repeatedly and continuously in the past two days.

She trembled with anger...... Shame, resentment, unwillingness, revenge...... All kinds of thoughts, accompanied by the mountain wind whistling outside the wooden house, grew wildly. Let her want to find that person immediately and cut him with a thousand cuts. Only in this way can he wash away the physical and mental insults he has inflicted on himself.

Otherwise, she would rather be like a samurai and cut herself off.

Sadako also reflected on the fighting process at that time, and finally she thought that she was too careless at the time.

Everything is caused by underestimating the enemy.

She was equally adamant that Nakamura would never have been so badly injured if she hadn't missed her hand.

This shame, for the imperial elite, can only be washed away with the blood of the enemy.

But Mr. Fujiwara harshly criticized her for her self-blame and lack of sobriety.

Mr. Fujiwara analyzed that even if the escaped Shina people were ordinary people, it was very likely that they would attract a large team of Shina to search the mountains and clean up the mines, asking her to immediately give up self-blame and turn her mind to taking care of Nakamura and drawing maps.

On the way back to the village from the mountains, Qinghuajun's speech revealed a news that surprised her - this timid and cunning Shina man was hiding in Qinghuajun's house, this news made Sadako ecstatic, but she didn't expect the enemy to be by her side, this is a great opportunity for revenge.

Back at Chen's house, Sadako privately tricked the Chen Mansion's family members and successfully learned where the enemy was hiding.

Before she came, she only whispered to Yamamoto alone, because Yamamoto was also an admirer of Nakamura, and she naturally felt close. But Yamamoto persuaded her that although the matter was urgent, it was not appropriate to carry out such an assassination at Chen Qinghua's house, because Mr. Fujiwara, the leader of the trip, would never agree to them doing so.

Sadako was not angry, so she came secretly alone.

She wants to avenge her beloved Nakamura-kun and at the same time be ashamed of herself..... Ah, Nakamura-kun...... As soon as she thinks of Nakamura-kun, she is fearless, even if there is an abyss in front of her, she will move forward.

What she didn't expect was that this time she missed again!

Planted thoroughly, completely.

A miss, it can be said that it is bad luck. If you miss again, it can't be entirely due to bad luck.

After thinking about this, Sadako was disillusioned.

At this time, she clearly heard Yamamoto and the others, shouting outside the door. However, he was about to die.

The room was dark, and Sadako didn't see that the blanket on Xie Yucheng's waist had been cut by her dagger, let alone the silver dollars rolling everywhere on the bed, so she didn't understand, didn't understand that her dagger had obviously stabbed the target just now, and swiped it, why was the target still unscathed?

What she also didn't understand was that the person in front of her was clumsy and unruly, obviously he had the upper hand, but in the blink of an eye, the situation reversed. Take the action of trapping yourself right now, what kind of bullshit trick is this? Not so much martial arts? Rather, it's ...... Oh, this damn Shina man, this shameful posture.

The companion is right outside the door. However, in front of Qinghua-kun, it was impossible for Yamamoto to break into the door, because Mr. Fujiwara would not allow this. Without Chen Qinghua's support, their trip to China would have only one result - that is, failure! A complete failure!

Therefore, Mr. Fujiwara often warns everyone that if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan. It is said that this is an ancient adage of Shina. Fujiwara also said privately that the ancients of Shina were like dragons and elites. In modern times, China has fallen and seen many despicable people. Such a race is not qualified to continue to occupy the richest land in East Asia. So, we are here to be the new owner of this land and to give it a new lease of life.

But Tsinghua-kun is an exception, one of the few exceptions in Fujiwara's eyes.

As long as Tsinghua-kun is mentioned, Fujiwara has become an amiable elder, and he is inevitably full of praise for Tsinghua-kun's talent in medicine.

The tighter the neck gotten, the breathing became impossible for a long time, and the brain gradually became blank...... Now, Sadako's only concern is that she is lying in front of this Shina man in an extremely shameful position...... Since he was born, he has always been a leader, both in his family and in his studies..... But now I'm going to die. In this foreign land, to die in such an incomparably humiliating way...... I'm really unwilling......

A door, separating yin and yang.

...... Nakamura ...... Nakamura Sadako's consciousness gradually drifted, and she vaguely heard Qinghua-kun order to bang on the door, Yamamoto agreed, and then the attic door made a loud bang and suddenly opened.

A few lanterns poured in, and the attic suddenly lit up.

At this moment, Xie Yucheng's eyes became brightly lit and full of figures, making his eyelids blink and blink involuntarily.

Yaga!

With an angry shout, a figure in a tunic flew up in Xie Yucheng's eyes, and quickly enlarged.

Xie Yucheng was taken aback, his legs instinctively let go, and he didn't know what the action was after a few random strokes, but a rabbit kicked the eagle, kicking the Japanese woman who had passed out and flying up and crashing into the comer.

At this moment, he hurriedly got up, but as soon as he straightened up, another figure came to him, a whip leg, with a cold wind, swept towards his head.

At this time, I only heard Chen Qinghua shouting to stop, but there was still time.

Xie Yucheng instinctively lowered his head to avoid it, and caught a glimpse of the Colt out of the corner of his eye, and his heart was ecstatic, and he picked it up.

At this moment, a guy in a medium suit had already picked up the wooden table in the center of the room and was about to smash it into the bed.

With a sharp weapon in hand, Xie Yucheng did not hesitate, raised the revolver, and hugged this guy on fire.

Rumble!

The sound of the gunfire violently shook in the small space, and the bullet grazed the side of the guy's neck, directly opening a gap, and blood gushed out.

At this moment, the fight that was going on in the room suddenly froze.

I saw Xie Yucheng's hair was messy, his shirt was torn a few big holes, and his expression was extremely embarrassed, but at this time, he was standing on the bed, condescending, holding a gun in both hands, and his eyes were like King Kong, staring at Yamamoto and the others who were forced to the bed, but he was also majestic.

"Don't move, whoever moves will kill whom!"

Chen Qinghua had expected it, but he was still stunned by the scene in front of him, at this time, two or three people passed by him, he woke up suddenly, hurriedly stepped forward, came to the bed, and turned to face a few Japanese classmates: "Stop, stop!" Misunderstanding, there is definitely a misunderstanding here! ”

"Yamamoto-kun, what are you doing? Stop! ”

At this time, Mr. Fujiwara also stepped into the room and drank Yamamoto and the others, who were about to move.

Yamamoto put down the wooden table helplessly, but the gaze that shot at the bed was like eating people.

"Don't back down yet! Yamamoto-kun, don't you listen to my words anymore? Fujiwara shouted two more words, and his voice became more and more severe, and only then did several Japanese give up the attack and retreat. Ignoring the blood on his neck, Yamamoto grabbed a companion and crouched down to check Sadako's injuries, seeing that she was still hanging her head, life and death unknown. He couldn't help but look up sadly: "Sir......"

"Stand down!"

“.......”

"Isn't there enough shame? Yamamoto-kun? Retire! ”

"Sir, but Sadako ......"

"Stand down! Take Sadako away! ”

.......

Late at night, there was still a light on one of the attics in the east courtyard of the Chen family.

The wick on the lamp emitted a bright light, and Fujiwara and several assistants gathered around the table, staring intently at Yamamoto, who was speaking.

"Sir, you just said that the machine in the hands of Tsinghuajun, a 'high school classmate', is a miniature camera, which is easy to understand. But at the same time you think it's also a miniature telegraph? This, this is incredible? ”

Yamamoto has thin eyebrows and small eyes, is about twenty-three or four years old, and has a Kyoto accent.

He said, rolling up his sleeves. The tunic on his body was taken off the line in the fight just now, and he took it off as soon as he came back. Now, with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, his strong, bronzed arms shone in the light.

"I know, it's unbelievable!" Fujiwara nodded solemnly.

Yamamoto's question is also something that Fujiwara can't understand. You know, wireless telegraphy has only been mainstream for more than 20 years. Not to mention the huge civilian telegraph, even the most advanced telegraph developed by Britain and the United States for spies in the world today, at least a suitcase can be carried.