Two days have passed, but Qin Lang has not finished the secret letter to Morgan - when he was about to finish it, he suddenly remembered two news that he had heard by accident before: first, Tesla had already left Edison's company; Secondly, in 1893, he made public his research on radio installations. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

So he had to start writing again.

But there is a problem that plagues Qin Lang: time, he doesn't have much time to write about it. Of course, on the one hand, this is because there are many things in the company, and on the other hand, because he also has to write explanations to the Senate Foreign Affairs Committee and the State Department. And then there's the problem: Rachel.

Because everyone else had left, she could only consult with him if anything happened. And now, there happens to be a problem that is very close to her.

Rachel suddenly pushed the door and walked into Qin Lang's office. "Your telegram to DuPont has been sent, Qin?"

"Rachel." He sighed, "Why do you always forget to knock on the door?" ”

"I'm sorry." Yes, she was sorry, but it was pointless, because she always said that, but she never intended to correct her own faults - she only cared about whether her work could be done and whether her questions could be answered reasonably. "You sent a telegram to DuPont?"

"And have been called back." Qin Lang's eyes showed a happy mood, "He agreed to lend us a transport ship, she is sailing to the port of Tarkawano, and our people will be on board in four hours." ”

Rachel's mood lightened. "Thankfully, we didn't delay too long."

But immediately, Qin Lang poured a basin of cold water. "Not sure yet, Rachel. We haven't heard from the Black Swan yet. "If Duncan and O'Connor had wasted all their time searching for the USS Liberty...... That's what they're most worried about right now. "Thirty-five hours later, we won't know the results."

"I wish they had gone straight to Cape Town." She bit her lip and pleaded nervously.

"I hope so." Qin Lang nodded, and at the same time quietly put away the secret letter on the table, and then began to bring up his other new idea. "I have a new idea."

"What is it?" Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"In order to avoid this trouble, I am going to charter a number of large ocean liners and freighters on a long-term basis, ...... from Vanderbilt Jr., Morgan or Rockefeller."

When Qin Lang explained his new idea to Rachel, on the other side of the Pacific, after a long journey, the U.S. Naval Expeditionary Fleet under the command of Admiral Mahan, along with the marines and mercenaries it carried, finally arrived at their destination: Guangzhou Bay.

"So, we're finally here." Vince•, who was lying on the porthole looking out, suddenly turned his head and shouted to Moon, who was curled up on the bed, "Hey, Moon, where is your home?" ”

"My home is in Xiangshan, and this is Guangzhou Bay." Wen Deji replied weakly.

His mood was still quite low, but not because of what he had worried about before, at least not entirely. To a large extent, the Japanese ronin that Moon Tokuji killed in Hawaii was the real reason for his frustration. Although nearly forty days had passed, he had not recovered.

Fortunately, the mercenaries understood him. Everyone knows that he had a devout Buddhist grandmother, and she always taught him not to harm life, and he always took her teachings to heart. Therefore, the psychological impact of a person like him after killing someone is also very strong.

And at the time of the incident, the distance between that Japanese ronin and him was less than two meters. Shooting and killing a stranger at such close range, and cutting off half of his head, most of the mercenaries thought they couldn't withstand the impact, so it was only natural that he was in a state of affairs.

Of course, his current situation is absolutely out of place.

"Be happy, man, you always go home anyway." Vane stepped out of the porthole and walked over to Moon's side, "As for that pesky Japanese monkey, why bother thinking about him when he's already a corpse?" ”

"I don't think about him, it's just that when I sleep, he always appears in my dreams." Wen Deji showed an extremely disgusted expression, "I only saw his half-half face in my dream thirty minutes ago. ”

"It's disgusting." Even though he never thought he was too timid, Vane quickly frowned. It's one thing to kill a person, it's another thing to keep the person being killed in a dream, and he only has half a face. "It's disgusting." He repeated.

"I think it's hell." Jason•, an automatic rifleman who was sitting next to him playing cards with a few people, suddenly interjected and said to Vandesi in a serious manner, "You should ask the chaplain to help you solve this problem." ”

However, the military priest was of no use to him, and no military priest was willing to solve the psychological barrier for a mercenary who was not a religious - and this is the reason why the psychological shadow of the military priest has not been removed.

So Wochs's proposal was immediately rejected. "Jason, if your advice was useful, we'd have done it a long time ago." Vane shook his head.

"But thank you very much for your concern, Mr. Wachs......"

"Jason, call me Jason." Warhs interrupted, "And I don't care about you, sir. You see, you are Captain Smith's deputy, our commander, and therefore your mental condition is extremely important for our safety. When you're sailing, you don't have a problem doing anything, but now that we're at our destination, you have to cheer up. Sir, I don't want to die here by your accidental mistake. ”

Although his tone was strange when he addressed him as a chief, he was right, not only the other mercenaries, but also the man himself agreed with him, even though he was a little surprised that he was in such a position. "Thank you for the reminder, I'll take note, Mr. Warchs." He took a few deep breaths, "Very well, gentlemen, now let's start sorting out the gear." ”

"Now?" Warhes glanced at the cards in his hand. When you get four "A's" yourself...... Gear up? It's just too bad.

He hoped it wasn't true, and that he was just talking casually—but immediately tidying up his gear, that's what he meant. "Remember, we're the advance squad." "I think Captain Smith will call us soon," he said earnestly. ”

As if to confirm his hypothesis, the hatch was violently pushed open as Moon's words fell, and Smith's roar echoed through the cabin. "Everyone, start sorting out your gear right away, and assemble on deck in five minutes. Remember, if someone is late, I'll let him swim to shore! ”

Only five minutes? There was chaos in the cabin.

At the same time, although it had not yet reached the pier, the fleet had stopped moving forward and dropped anchor on the sea. The Admiral did not want to let the fleet dock without figuring out the situation - he had been warned in Hawaii that even if the Chinese government had signed a treaty with the United States Government, Chinese civilians would still be able to use force against the concession construction - and Yi Shui had the same view.

So Mahan ordered the fleet to anchor on the surface of the sea and at the same time send the vanguard ashore to reconnoitre.

This move undoubtedly made Li Yunrui, who was greeting him on the dock, feel quite a headache. Standing under the sun to greet a group of Westerners is definitely not a pleasant thing, of course, Li Yunrui himself doesn't care, he is just a small person, just standing here because he knows a few words of English, but some people will become angry.

For example, the minister sent by the imperial court, Lord Su Yuanchun, the governor of Guangxi[note 2]. There is no doubt that he was already very dissatisfied with the order of the imperial court to hand over Guangzhou Bay in Suixi, and now the Westerners let him stand under the scorching sun and expose him...... In fact, the minister should have been angry immediately and walked away.

Of course, this is something to look forward to.

Like almost all Suixi people, Li Yunrui was vehemently opposed to the imperial court's lease of Canton Bay to the United States, although he did not have the courage to take up arms and prepare to resist as much as others did—but he would have been glad to see it happen if the conflict between the minister and the Americans had caused this to change for the better.

It's just that this is purely a useless fantasy of a small person, as the governor of Guangxi, as a high-ranking government official, Su Yuanchun is not so idiotic as to contradict the Americans because of his own little unpleasantness, otherwise he would have been sent back to his hometown by his political enemies to retire.

So he continued to wait, so the others just kept waiting.

All eyes were on the three American-flagged warships on the sea, and then they saw several small boats lower from the passenger ship and slowly head towards the shore under the paddling of the sailors on board.

Watching the few small boats approaching the shore little by little, Li Yunrui's heart began to beat violently - he didn't know at all whether his broken English would work, but it was certain that if he messed things up, the county jail would immediately open the door for him.

But in reality, this worry is simply unnecessary.

"Everyone, get ready to rush the beach!" On the first dinghy, Wendesi's heart also began to beat violently.

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Note: The inconclusive rights to Tesla's and Marconi's radio inventions are still inconclusive, and although the United States restored Tesla's radio patent in 1943, Marconi's radio patent was not abolished - and he enjoyed both British and American patents

Note 2: Historically, the minister who signed the "Guangzhou Bay Lend-Lease Treaty" with France was Su Yuanchun, the governor of Guangxi (to be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please log in to the WWW.CMFU.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )