Hitoshi Kuroshima was frustrated. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info His men had spent three days, but had not gotten any valuable information other than a few names with abstract meanings.

He was very angry with the incompetence of his subordinates. "What kind of unit is the 'McBride Volunteer Infantry Regiment' and what is the mission it performs, haven't you found any clues?"

"I'm sorry, sir." The spies bowed their heads together.

"What's the point of saying 'I'm sorry'? What I want to hear is valuable intelligence! Kuroshima angrily reprimanded his men. After a while, he asked again: "How are you investigating the Qing man in the American military uniform?" Is it also nothing? ”

He guessed right. "I'm sorry, sir, but for three days, that Qing man has been staying on the warship and has never left." One of the spies whispered.

"What!" Kuroshima couldn't believe what he heard.

But whether he wants to believe this fact or not, Yi Shui has indeed stayed on the "San Francisco" all along. As a military observer rather than a commander, and as a Chinese national, he had no need to care about the day-to-day management of the troops and Mahan's demonstrations, nor did he want to attend the various social events held by the Hawaiian government and American immigrants.

Moreover, this was the first time he had boarded a warship in combat readiness, and Yi Shui wanted to learn more about how to command and manage a warship—the purpose of his first visit to the United States, which later became a hobby of his. Now that he has a golden opportunity, how could he let it go?

For three days, Yi Shui stayed with the crew on duty, and the Japanese spies who were in charge of monitoring him did not even see his shadow.

"So, you can always find his name, right?" Ren Kuroshima was already gritting his teeth and talking, "What's his name?" ”

"Easy water. Sir, the name of that Qing native is Yi Shui. ”

"Easy water?" Kuroshima felt like he'd heard the name somewhere, and only recently. But after thinking about it for a while, he didn't find any clues in his brain.

"Do you have any impression of this person?" He asked his men.

Almost everyone was shaking their heads, but one person thought for a while and then asked: "Sir, the Qing man you met in the United States two months ago surnamed Sun, I remember he once said that there was a Qing man who opened a military factory in the United States......

In fact, the spy did not have much contact with Dr. Sun, but he was impressed by those brief meetings. The reason for this is simple: when Dr. Sun saw Kuroshima, he asked the Japanese government to support him with 25,000 rifles and 1,000 pistols so that he could launch an uprising aimed at overthrowing the Qing government.

The spy had never seen a Qing man as peculiar as him, so he cared very much about every word he said, and now it was time to make a difference.

But the problem is that despite being also Chinese, Qin Lang is obviously more concerned than Yi Shui, and every time the Chinese boss of the Big Viper Weapons Company is mentioned, people usually only think of him instead of Yi Shui, and this time is certainly no exception.

"That Qing countryman is called Qin Lang." Kuroshima was very familiar with Qin Lang, because he could hear this name at any time when he was active in California, and he had also conducted some secret investigations on Qin Lang without obtaining any valuable information.

So far, Kuroshima has only known him as a businessman with close ties to the consortium and the Republican Party, and that he has a private armed ...... Private armed?

Kuroshima Ren suddenly had a very special idea in his mind, this army in Hawaii was Qin Lang's private army - so its commander would be a Qing countryman. But...... He thought about it for a moment, then rejected the idea, which seemed too ridiculous even to him.

He had no way of convincing himself that the U.S. government would send a private force to Hawaii on a mission, and that he had given the rank of lieutenant to a civilian who was a Qing national, at least once was.

Kuroshima had a deep understanding of the strong anti-Chinese trend that was spreading in the United States, and he knew that in such a country, there would never be a single high-ranking Chinese military officer; Even if there is such a person, he must be a very special person. However, special characters will always quickly attract the attention of others, while Yi Shui is not famous.

So there must be a very special reason for this, which cannot be found through normal channels.

Hitoshi Kuroshima wanted to know why. "Keep an eye on Yi Shui," he waved a clenched fist at his men, "I don't believe he'll stay on the warship forever." ”

Of course, Yi Shui can't stay on the warship all the time - although this is his own subjective will, but things often happen against people's subjective wishes in life.

Like what......

"Fighting? Need reinforcements? Yi Shui looked at the young sailor in front of him who was gasping for breath in confusion. A minute earlier, the kid had suddenly barged into the engine room and interrupted his discussion with the chief engineer with a loud shout, but the problem was that although it was clear what he was reporting, Yi Shui didn't stop understanding anything except a few words.

The sailor's breath was terrible, and at the same time he spoke very quickly, and worse, his English was not standard, but with a thick Italian accent, and it was not so easy to figure out what he was trying to say even under normal circumstances, and it was even more impossible now.

Not only Yi Shui, but the chief engineer didn't know what the sailors were trying to say. But unlike Yi Shui, his patience ran out in a moment. "Stop, Marcheno, stop! Hell, I have no idea what you're talking about. He shouted to the sailors, "Speak slowly, start from the beginning." ”

"I'm sorry, sir." The sailor stopped, gasped for a moment and took a few sips of water, then resumed reporting.

This time, Yi Shui finally understood. Marcheno's report sums up one thing: a dozen sailors aboard the "San Francisco" were under siege by the Japanese ronin, and the situation was urgent and needed immediate reinforcements.

Of course, the reality is a little more complicated. The clash was started by sailors, who, instigated by a few white supremacists who had a few more drinks, first molested a passing Japanese woman in the street, and then beat up the husband of one of them, resulting in a large group of armed Japanese ronin......

Naturally, Marcheno had come back to look for help, but he was not as bold as the others, and he did not dare to call the sailors or mercenaries on duty to come ashore to help, but decided to report to an officer first - and the most senior officer still on the warship was Yi Shui.

Marcheno could only pin his hopes on him.

However, this matter was a problem for Yi Shui. "White supremacist...... Damn it. "He didn't want to take people or send people to rescue a few white supremacists, who were all dead. But now that he is an American military officer, he cannot ignore the lives of American soldiers.

Yi Shui's mood is very conflicted.

"Sir, your orders?" "If we don't send reinforcements, we're going to die." ”

"Now is not the time to hesitate, sir." The chief engineer also said. While he was able to partially understand the reasons why Yi Shui didn't want to rescue a few white supremacists, as a high-ranking military officer, he shouldn't be thinking about that right now.

But Yishui is still under consideration. Sending troops to rescue white supremacists who were being attacked by the Japanese...... Well, while white supremacists are hateful, the Japanese seem to be a bit more hateful...... Finding a reason to comfort himself, he nodded to the two men who were waiting for his answer. "Order the troops on duty to assemble."

Moments later, a squadron of mercenaries assembled. However, when Yi Shui led them to the scene, they found that the situation had been controlled by the team led by Thomas.

Seeing Yi Shui's arrival, Thomas happily handed over the command.

"How's it going?" Yi Shui asked, while observing the current situation. On one side of the street, there were thirty or so Japanese ronin, apparently very angry, but they could only endure for the time being under the bayonets of the mercenaries; On the other side of the street were the troublesome sailors, who had obviously been beaten badly by the Japanese, each with a bruised nose and swollen face, and a stab wound on their bodies - so that, in spite of their desire to take revenge on the Japanese, they were now lying quietly on the ground and being bandaged.

"We happened to be passing by and saw these Japanese sailors attacking the navy, so we stepped in to stop them." "None of us were injured, and none of the sailors died, but one Japanese was killed," Thomas said. ”

"It was our people who did it?" Yi Shui asked as he searched for the body. Soon, he found it behind several mercenaries. A blanket covers it, blocking the view.

"It was Wende's gun, sir."

Thomas's answer surprised Yi Shui a little. According to Moon's file, he was the lowest in all of them for aggressiveness, and he couldn't have fired unless someone shot him. "What's going on with him?" Yi Shui asked, "Also, where is he now?" ”

"He was a little frightened, and I asked him to find a place to rest." Thomas answered the second question first, and did not forget to defend Wendehei, "After all, this is his first murder, and it is inevitable that he will ......"

"I know, but why did he shoot?"

"It's because ......"

Thomas was about to explain when there was a sudden commotion in the crowd of onlookers, and then Ren Kuroshima walked over with two spies separated from the crowd.

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Note: In March 1894, Sun once visited the Japanese consul in Hong Kong, Nakagawa Tsunejiro, through the Japanese Umeya Shoyoshi, hoping that Japan would provide 25,000 rifles and 1,000 pistols in order to launch the Guangzhou Uprising (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.) )