Looking at where Liu Jun was laughing, Zhong Lin raised his head, looked at Liu Jun, and looked at Zheng Yiqian behind Liu Jun.

This has just been sad and sad, and now he is happy to become this virtue, Zhong Lin is really worried that Liu Jun is crazy, or he is really sad.

"Head, you're all right." Zhong Lin, who stood up, stretched out his hand and touched Liu Jun's forehead.

"Take your hand away, Lao Tzu has nothing to do, I'm happy." Liu Jun slapped Zhong Lin's hand open and returned to his position.

"Head, what are you happy about?" Zhong Lin walked up to Liu Jun suspiciously, and asked incomprehensibly.

"Hehe, you don't understand, the Pacific Fleet is destroyed, then our opponent will be one less, and the United Fleet is now seriously damaged, and it is no longer possible to maintain our Beiyang Naval Division, you say, is this a good thing."

Well, it's indeed a good thing, Zhong Lin nodded, pulled a stool from the side and sat opposite Liu Jun, and told the story of the incident.

It turned out that after Joben discovered the Russian fleet, he originally wanted to send a fast-sailing torpedo cruiser to Vladivostok to report the news, but the commander of the Pacific Fleet tore this point, and actually sent four torpedo cruisers to besiege, while the remaining main force fought with the patrol fleet to the death, and three hours later, after the Pacific Fleet seriously damaged a battleship and a torpedo cruiser, after successfully knocking out the patrol fleet, this was disguised as a Japanese combined fleet patrol ship, after entering the port, Several torpedo cruisers wanted to launch torpedoes from several battleships moored in the harbor, but unfortunately, I don't know if it was the problem of the Ordnance Bureau, and only three of the torpedoes that were sent out exploded, two of which were fired on the Mikasa, causing the bow of the ship to be blown open with a hole more than ten meters wide and then sit low, and the combined fleet that reacted also began to counterattack, and together with the shore defenders in the harbor, after most of the night's busy work, finally sent the Pacific Fleet to the bottom of the sea.

However, among them, the Nishikyo Maru was not sunk by the Pacific Fleet, but died at the hands of the shore defenders.

"Oh, it seems that I thank Hirofumi Ito so much this time, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid I wouldn't have received such an effect." After listening to Zhong Lin's speech, Liu Junle patted his hands and stood up: "Let's go, we won't get drunk today." ”

Tokyo, the official residence of the Prime Minister's Office. Ito Hirobumi was still picking up the telegram, he still didn't believe it, this telegram was real, after all, his intelligence system didn't send any news to him at all.

Not afraid of 10,000, just in case, Ito Hirobumi lowered his head and pondered for a few moments, and then asked the attendant to call Inoue Shin and ask him to send a telegram to Vladivostok.

There was a clang, and before the attendant officer could go out, Inoue Xin stumbled in.

"Prime Minister, the Combined Fleet was ambushed in Vladivostok and suffered heavy losses."

What the? After Ito Hirobumi stood up from his position at once, he quickly took the telegram from Inoue Shin's hand.

With a snapping sound, Ito Hirofumi instantly slapped the telegram in his hand on the table, still crumpled the telegram into a ball with hatred, and threw it into the garbage basket next to him with resentment.

"Yaga." Hirobumi Ito, who came back from two laps, suddenly pushed the desk next to him to it. The papers on the desk were scattered all over the floor, turning the clean office like a garbage heap.

He hated himself now, if he had forwarded the telegram to Vladivostok at that time, the combined fleet would not have suffered such great losses.

"Let the Lushun intelligence officers cut their stomachs, and thank the emperor too." In the midst of his resentment, Ito Hirobumi gave the order with a roar.

Things have happened, there is no regret medicine in the world, and in order not to affect himself, Ito Hirofumi can only pull out a few scapegoats and shift the blame to the other party.

Forest Village on the outskirts of Lushun City. Late at night, the surrounding people had turned off their lights and rested, but in the Ichimi house to the east, a beam of light came out of the window.

In the room, a man of about thirty, dressed in a kimono, knelt on the ground in a formal manner, and in front of him, a shiny katana was placed there.

Ono Jiro, the head of the Liaodong Lushun Intelligence Bureau, this time because he did not send the news of the Pacific Fleet in time, caused such heavy losses to the Combined Fleet, because the base camp ordered him to apologize.

Ito Hirobumi's substitute ghost, originally, Ono Jiro's telegram was to find a day to send, but the point is that on the same day, the Japanese Telegraph Bureau was scrapped due to excessive use, and after it was repaired, it was already the next day, because it was a secret report, Ono Jiro did not send the telegram again, and the Japanese Telegraph Bureau did not receive the telegram that had already been sent at all.

Hey, after Ono Jiro shook his head helplessly, he picked up the shiny katana from the ground, wiped it twice with a white handkerchief, and then held the handle in his hand, closed his eyes, and pushed the handle in his hand hard.

With a soft snort, a stream of blood flowed from his open stomach. Maybe he was afraid that he would not die, Ono Jiro still took the opportunity to pull the knife down, and took it, but the person had not yet fallen, and the internal organs had fallen on it, and the scene made people tremble when they thought about it.

There was a bang, and there was a clear sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the room, and if there were people at this time, they could clearly see that Ono Jiro's eyes were not closed at all, and it was nothing more than that.

At the Vladivostok wharf, the smoke of gunpowder still did not disperse, and the Japanese chrysanthemum flag fluttering on the mast exposed to the sea and the military flag of Tsarist Russia fluttered on the sea breeze like a conjuring spirit.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

On the wharf, rows of Russian sailors, escorted by Japanese soldiers, walked to a hillside not far away, and the Russian navy of several hundred people was tied in a straight line with ropes.

After a burst of gunfire, the soldiers suddenly fell to the ground in the blood wave, motionless.

Shoot the Russian naval soldiers, this is the order of Ito Yuhiro.

In the first battle of Vladivostok, he lost two torpedo cruisers, but today, he not only lost one battleship, but also three armored cruisers.

Hey, look at the deck of his flagship Mikasa, which has disappeared. After Ito Yuheni sighed helplessly, he turned around and returned to the new flagship Yamato, he knew very well in his heart that without a month or two, the Mikasa would not be repaired at all, however, what he was thinking about was not this, but whether the Northeast Liaoning Naval Division, or even the German fleet, would give him so much time. Rejuvenate yourself.