"Your queen has already surrendered, why don't you hurry up and lay down your arms?" Haruma Yamamoto asked the interpreter to shout outside the stockade, quietly signaling his soldiers not to drop their guns.

The captain of the guard was the first to recover from his daze.

Although he is upright, he is not stupid.

Haruma Yamamoto's words were insincere, and the soldiers on the wooden walls clutched their guns tightly, ready to kill themselves and the soldiers around them.

The captain of the guard looked around and saw that the soldiers who had followed him had suffered heavy casualties.

There were those who fell to the ground with blood flowing all over the ground, there were those who were still wailing in pain, and there were those who fell face down and did not know whether they would die or die.

The captain of the guard looked up at the wall again, knowing that it would be futile to attack like this.

They don't have heavy weapons, and filling them in is just a waste of life.

Now the only way to do this is to withdraw and join up with the police chief and find another way.

As for the Queen's life, it can only be left to fate!

"Take the wounded, one counts as one, as long as they can still move, take them away! Let's withdraw! "The captain of the guard was reluctant, but he had no choice.

Sure enough, his choice was extremely wise.

Haruma Yamamoto hesitated for less than ten seconds after discovering that the captain of the guard had begun to retreat with his men, and then began to order the soldiers to continue shooting.

The captain of the guard and the rest of the group worked desperately to evacuate the wounded from the firing range of the Japanese on the city wall.

He ordered some of the team to take the wounded to a local doctor or witch doctor in Honolulu for treatment, and if that didn't work, the priests of the Christian church also knew some medical skills.

And the captain of the guard himself, with the rest of the people, rushed in the direction of the palace.

He'd have to find the police chief and figure out what to do.

The road from the palace to the foot of the mountain is also a mess.

Most of the citizens of Honolulu don't know what's going on.

The city on this island has been at ease for too long, and the fighting in Chinatown some time ago was only limited to the confines of Chinatown.

It's been a long time since the local natives and many white residents have seen soldiers and policemen walking through the streets in front of them with guns in hand.

Some people are afraid to avoid it, and hide in their homes, and the doors are closed; Some people don't think it's a big deal to see the excitement, and stand at the corner of the street to watch.

The captain of the guard walked briskly along the street with his men.

He soon saw a group of people on the other side of the street walking in his direction.

The captain of the guard fixed his eyes on Thurston and his white militiamen.

Among them, there is no voice of the local indigenous police.

The captain of the guard secretly said no.

If Thurston had been here and hadn't been with the Honolulu police, there would have been a fight between the two, and the result would have been a police defeat and Thurston and the coup forces breaking through.

The captain of the guard did not have the courage to meet him at this time.

God knows if Thurston had a leg with those Japanese, and if so, it would be a real trouble!

His side had lost his troops, while Thurston's side had just won the victory, and the morale of both sides was high.

"Change your path!" The captain of the guard gave the order.

In fact, Thurston also vaguely saw the captain of the guard and his native soldiers.

Killed, he was just about to get his men ready to fight.

But he found that the captain of the guard had chosen to avoid their advances, and retreated with his troops, turning into another street.

"A pile of rubbish." Thurston lowered his gun and muttered.

He turned to the morale-boosting white militiamen behind him and gestured an index finger and shouted, "One hour!" It only takes us an hour to take those so-called 'fortresses' of small Japan! ”

The white militia, led by Thurston, came to Kameda Masao's "fortress" and, without saying a word, exchanged fire with the Japanese soldiers guarding it.

These Japanese soldiers, including Haruma Yamamoto, were also confused.

I just beat away a team of black natives, why did another team of whites come, and they shoot when they meet.

At this time, in the stockade, Kameda Masao was taking a prepared edict for the queen to sign.

In this edict, the queen will announce her abdication, and a so-called "imperial family" that the queen herself does not know will be propped up as a puppet, and then controlled by the Japanese Empire.

If this edict is completed, Kameda Masao feels that his contribution is no less than that of Saigo Takamori.

He stood by the door of the hut and stared like a falcon at the Queen's signature.

However, at this time, there was another fierce gunfire outside the door.

The queen put down the pen in her hand, she stood up angrily, and confronted Kameda Masao:

"Mr. Kameda, you have promised me that you will spare my captain of the guard and those Hawaiians! But what's going on with the gunshots outside? ”

Kameda has a headache.

What are these idiots in a hurry? Don't you know how to wait a while and find a secluded place to deal with it? It's okay to be buried alive!

"What's going on out there?" He asked a subordinate with a frown.

After a while, the subordinate ran back and whispered into Kameda Masao's ear.

Kameda's brow furrowed even tighter.

Whites? Royalist?

"Tell them that the queen is in my hands, and let them not act rashly! Otherwise," he thought for a moment, and ordered his subordinates.

Unbeknownst to him, when the interpreter shouted these words through a megaphone to the people outside the stockade, Thurston and the militia below beat him even harder.

He was worried that the queen would not die.

The battle lasted two or three hours.

On both sides, there are constantly dead and wounded and incapacitated.

Since the Japanese had already fought with the captain of the guard and his native soldiers, they barely rested before they exchanged fire with the white militia, which was a continuous battle;

In addition, these white militias have just won the battle, and they are in full swing.

Therefore, the Japanese gradually gained the upper hand, and the casualties were also increasing.

But they still have the advantage of the terrain and struggle to support.

As the saying goes, once you are strong, then you will decline, and then you will be exhausted.

As time passed, Thurston and his white militia were unable to capture for a long time, and they also suffered numerous casualties.

Thurston was restless like an ant on a hot pan.

Durr stood far away, watching coldly.

Also paying attention to the battlefield here is the US Ambassador Stevenson, who is hiding in the distance with a telescope.

Thurston couldn't beat it, and he was also irritable.

He planned it all with his own hands.

If the coup succeeds, Washington won't necessarily admit it, but it works; But if it loses, Washington will certainly not admit it.

After watching it for a while, Stevenson decided not to wait any longer.

He rode towards Chinatown.

Stevenson was on the second floor of the teahouse and found Chen Jianqiu:

"Mr. Chen, what about the fire support you promised me? Without fire support, we could not deal with those Japanese, among whom were the regular troops of the Japanese Army. Stevenson said anxiously to Chen Jianqiu.

"The main guns on the 'Kun' will blow up the stockade, and the other auxiliary guns won't be able to hit that far." Chen Jianqiu knocked the melon seeds and said unhurriedly, "What's more, the queen is inside, it's not easy to get it." ”

"What does it matter to us whether the queen dies or not." Stevenson blurted out in a hurry.

But he soon realized that the remark was very inconsistent with his status as a diplomat, and even seemed a little unscrupulous.

"Can we find a way to do a little compromise?" He asked.

"Yes, I have two smaller retreat field guns on my ship, assemble them and you can drag them over, and then just blast a gap in the wooden wall." Chen Jianqiu said, "If you don't charge the fee, I won't collect it, and I'll drag it back when it's used up." ”

"The United States of America will not forget your contribution to the Union!" Stevenson was thrilled, "You are a good and responsible citizen. ”

After a while, Chen Jianqiu's two field guns were dragged to the front line by a carriage.

Durr sipped his pipe, stroked the barrel of the cannon, narrowed his eyes, and then glanced at Thurston who was jumping up and down in front of him.

He always felt that the Chinese businessman was much more reliable than Thurston, and in the end, he still had to rely on the heavy weapons provided by others!

And those exhausted Japanese on the wooden walls, when they saw those two cannons, their eyes straightened.

"Boom!"

The cannonballs flew past, leaving a devastating mark on the wooden walls.

Debris, smoke, bodies tumbling in the air

Everything looks so full of violent aesthetics.

The wooden walls were soon blown into a large breach, and Thurston was overjoyed and charged with the remaining white men.

In his opinion, victory was at hand.

Just kill the leader and queen of the Japanese, and then establish a new government, and either raise the remaining Chinese and Japanese on the island to be dogs or get out!

However, when Thurston crossed the gap and rushed into the stockade, he suddenly found out.

A bare group of Japanese ronin, wearing turbans and holding katanas, rushed in their direction.