The night in Naha once again fell into fear. The streets were filled with messengers running wildly up and down and groups of guards searching along the streets. All Japanese gathering areas were surrounded by soldiers, and fearful eyes peered out from the gaps in the fences and wooden walls. No one knew what these Chinese and Ryukyu natives wanted to do.
"What do these Chinese and Ryukyu people want to do if they stay up late at night? They can't attack us at night. I heard that the Chinese love to massacre cities..."
"It's possible. In the past few years, there has been a Changmao Rebellion in southern China. The Qing army and Changmao have been fighting back and forth. Every time they conquer a city, they will kill all the people... Do they want to kill so many Chinese people this time? Let’s take revenge…”
The Japanese gathered together and talked in low voices. Many people even began to secretly look for some self-defense weapons. If they didn't have iron weapons, they would at least have sharpened bamboo poles and wooden boards. If not, thick wooden sticks would also work.
Of all the Japanese, the most frightening ones were of course the thousands of soldiers. Although they were separated and guarded, there were at least two hundred soldiers living together in each concentration camp, and these people were the most feared group.
"Master Huashan, what do these Qing people want to do? Why is there such chaos? Are they going to kill people?" Yamamoto Kiyoshi asked doubtfully.
Since the unconditional surrender of the Japanese army, Kayama Rigen and three other senior generals have been imprisoned in a gathering area closest to the dock. Because of their status, the three of them did not participate in hard labor, but the preferential treatment was no more than that. Their daily food treatment was the same as that of the hard laborers, with two meals of gruel on top.
Kashan Riyuan still has the composure of a senior samurai, and is very dismissive of Yamamoto Kiyoshi's worries. "Don't worry, Xiao Letian is still a scholar at heart. I can understand his soul from his books. More and faster Please come to the chapter. Of course he will be cruel to us, but he will never do such an inhumane thing as massacre the city..."
Having said this, Kayama Rigen looked at Yamamoto Kiyoshi coldly, and said with great ridicule, "He is not you. He needs to get pleasure from killing the weak. What he hopes in his heart is to conquer the strong, and even conquer a country. A nation…”
Yamamoto Kiyoshi was not in the mood to listen to the eight-part essay written by the elder of the Huashan family, and he was too lazy to respond to his taunts. At this time, he just held the crack in the window and looked out anxiously. At this moment, a sudden evil wind hit Yamamoto Kiyoshi's eyes. Yamamoto Kiyoshi subconsciously shrank back, and saw a shuriken wrapped in white cloth and stapled to the wooden strips with a clang, a distance from Yamamoto Kiyo's eyes. Only an inch away.
"Enemy attack, huh? This is a ninja's shuriken..." Fortunately, Yamamoto Kiyoshi hid quickly, otherwise his left eye must have been destroyed. He was about to curse but found writing on the cloth strip on the shuriken. .
Yamamoto Kiyoshi opened the cloth and glanced at it, his whole body trembled. He suddenly smashed the wooden door with a punch, grabbed the thickest pillar, and actually broke the pillar into two pieces with the strength of his arms.
"Damn the countrymen, they murdered Mr. Sakamoto, they are going to massacre the city... Soldiers gather, we can't be slaughtered like sheep..." After saying that, he rushed out like the wind.
Kaguyama Rigen and Takenaka Inoue were dumbfounded. They watched the frantic Yamamoto Kiyoshi brandishing a three-meter-long 'spear' and roaring everywhere in the concentration camp. Now soldiers began to gather around him. Update as soon as possible
Takenaka Inoue crawled over on his hands and knees, picked up the cloth and took a look. Sure enough, it read in Japanese scrawled on it, 'Xiao Letian assassinated Ryoma Sakamoto and is about to massacre the city and kill all the Japanese'. Takenaka Inoue's heart suddenly fell into the abyss. He turned around and was about to speak, but unexpectedly, the roof collapsed when Yamamoto Kiyoshi removed the pillars, and the broken wooden boards buried him directly inside.
"Come here, help people quickly..." Huashan Liyuan couldn't care about either side now, and was slapping his head anxiously. Forget it, let’s save Takenaka-kun first, I really can’t control that bastard Yamamoto Kiyoshi.
A group of Japanese people helped Mr. Hushan dig out Takenaka Inoue. Fortunately, Japanese houses are all wooden houses, so the damage is not very harmful when they are smashed down. After Takenaka Inoue was dug out, he woke up after spraying two mouthfuls of clean water. Please come to more and faster chapters.
"Sir, stop Yamamoto Kiyoshi quickly... This is a conspiracy, this thing is so unreasonable..." Takenaka Inoue rubbed the big bump on his forehead and tried his best to organize his words, "Now that Xiao Letian is the prime minister of Ryukyu, all the people on the island The army is all under his command, and all of his goals have been achieved, and he even got more than he expected. How could he massacre the city in this situation?"
"Profits, everything is interests. If Xiao Letian massacres the city now, he will only do a hundred harms without any benefit, and may even ruin his hard-won good situation. He is an unparalleled national scholar and a master of Western learning. How could he do such an unwise thing? This thing... there must be someone secretly instigating it, and there must be a force we don't know about intervening..."
Kashan Riyuan understood it as soon as he heard this. This steady veteran also jumped up in anger and shouted, "I am Kashan Riyuan. All soldiers and civilians who are loyal to me, gather with me quickly..."
Yamamoto Kiyoshi is a model of a military commander with a hot-tempered personality. He is easy-going and thinks he is a wise general. When he saw the false information that Xiao Letian was going to massacre the city, he completely believed it without even the slightest doubt. Please come to more and faster chapters. He didn't want to be a fish on the chopping block. It would be a dream to kill him without resistance.
Yamamoto Qingden shouted, and sure enough, countless people responded. Although a military commander like him is prone to anger, he is also an example of true temperament. On weekdays, he can drink and sing with low-level samurai, and even brag and gamble with the lowest ashigaru. His prestige among the grassroots soldiers is very high.
On the contrary, Kayama Rigen, Takenaka Inoue and others were too reserved about their identities. Although they were awe-inspiring to the soldiers and the people, they were definitely not as popular as Yamamoto Kiyoshi. Please come to more and faster chapters. In this sudden riot, Yamamoto Kiyoshi's order subconsciously made more people obey.
At this time, Yamamoto Kiyoshi had gathered thousands of soldiers and civilians. Yamamoto Kiyoshi, who was holding a thick pillar, rushed to the front like a murderer, shouting crazily, "The slaves of the Qing Dynasty actually assassinated the envoy. They are going to massacre the city... I don't want to Fight to the death with me..."
The surrounding soldiers and people were gripped by fear and shouted hysterically, "Fight, we want to fight... The Qing people are going to massacre the city. If we don't fight, they will all be reclaimed from the sea... We don't want to die, we want to live..."
The chaotic voices finally condensed into one sentence: "Live, we want to live... Live, we want to live..."
This is the Japanese gathering place closest to the dock, and it is also the most heavily guarded area. Guards composed of Chinese and Ryukyu natives guard each street entrance, sealing tens of thousands of Japanese into two small Inside the block. Simple roadblocks and sandbags have been set up on many of the only roads that must be passed.
The Chinese general on duty tonight happens to be Sima Yun. When the chaos first broke out in the concentration camp, he was already ready for battle.
"The musketeers are ready...the Molotov cocktails are ready...the grenades are ready...the archers and spearmen are ready for battle..." At this time, the officers under Xiao Letian were gradually gaining the courage to call out famous generals. Facing these Japanese mobs, there was no confusion at all, and there was no mood swing at all. They just quietly issued defensive orders.
By this time, Sima Yun was no longer dressed like he was in the Qing Dynasty. Under Mike's introduction, all the war materials in the hands of American businessmen had been bought by Xiao Letian and his friends. Now Sima Yun was wearing a Northern Army officer uniform from the American Civil War. The dark blue lapel woolen military uniform, over-the-knee cowhide boots, thick armed belts, flat-topped hats, exquisite brass buttons and belt cards were polished until they were polished, and the horseshoes clicked on the stone road. It is so loud that it can hit sparks when running.
It has to be said that this kind of Western-style military uniform combines beauty and practicality, and it adds a bit of majesty without speaking. At first, these newly recruited Guard soldiers were a little panicked, but strangely enough, wherever Sima Yun appeared in military uniform, they immediately calmed down.
"You brat, why are your hands trembling? We defeated the Japanese with our bare hands and the Japanese were fully armed. Now we encounter some empty-handed thugs. Are you still afraid? It's so embarrassing. If you are trembling again, send your mother to breastfeed... "
Sima Yun's witty words immediately caused a group of people around to burst into laughter, and the tense atmosphere dissipated. Please come to more and faster chapters.
"Brothers, this is the main street. The Japanese must break out from here if they want to rebel. Now concentrate your energy. The killing is about to begin. Let us send these Japanese bastards to hell..."
"Victory!" The guards cheered like a tsunami, and everyone was in their positions, ready for battle. The musketeers used the low wall of sandbags as cover, and aimed their foreign guns bought at high prices at the shadowy crowd in the dark night. The buildings on both sides were covered with vigorous figures. Bottles of Molotov cocktails and chili grenades were hung on their waists. The fire sticks had been lit, waiting for the commander's order.
Sima Yun stared at the figures in the distance with disdain. He couldn't figure out why these Japanese lunatics came to die. It was not two days ago. With the material support from foreigners, the combat effectiveness of Xiao Letian's guards has doubled.
Foreign guns, crossbows, Molotov cocktails, grenades, and even Sima Yun also hid two small-caliber naval guns in the warehouse at the dock, with the muzzles facing the main street of the concentration camp. Sima Yun firmly believed that his soldiers could kill these unarmed lunatics with just these firearms without the need for close combat.
Sima Yun straightened the brim of his hat, stared at the figure that was gradually becoming clearer in the distance with cold eyes, and sneered in his heart, "These idiots, who gave you the confidence to stand in front of our guns again. If it hadn't been for your mercy. If you had stopped us, we would have slaughtered you all long ago... You came here for free today, so don't blame me for being cruel..."
Getting closer and closer, when Yamamoto Kiyoshi's exaggerated wooden club was clearly visible, Sima Yun raised his right arm, "Musketeers, prepare..." Just when the shooting order was about to blurt out, suddenly a rapid sound sounded behind him. The sound of footsteps and the voice of the messenger.
"The Prime Minister's order... prohibits the use of all firearms, everyone defends the formation, and the Japanese are not allowed to flee, nor are they allowed to cause large-scale casualties..."
"What? What kind of order is this?" Sima Yun's eyes were as wide as an ox's. He was not allowed to use firearms, and he wanted to reduce casualties. Finally, he had to block the enemy? Isn't this a complete mess? But when I looked back, I saw that the messenger could not be fake. He was the Taipingding veteran who had followed him from Tanggu.
Sima Yun stomped his feet angrily and scolded the guards, "What are you doing so stupidly? Hurry up and pile obstacles for me, prepare stones and bricks. Molotov cocktails are not allowed on the roof, only chili grenades are allowed... I Damn, these damn little naughties can really cause trouble for me, grandpa..."
