Chapter 259 Fire in the Backyard

"This style of spreading rumors reminds me of a person."

Even if he was angry, Ito Hirobumi did not jump into a rage.

This is what a Japanese expatriate should do.

Secretary Taijiro Mori said: "Are you talking about Zhao Chuanxin?"

"No one would be so sinister except him."

"Commander Hasegawa's physical condition is worrying, otherwise you, Commander-in-Chief, would give the order first..."

Ito Hirobumi waved his hand: "If you are not in your position, you will not seek to govern. This precedent cannot be set. The doctor gave Commander Hasegawa mustard soup to stimulate his taste buds and sense of smell. His body has improved and he no longer vomits. Maybe today He will wake up later in the evening, and I will discuss it with him then, so there is no rush."

Mori Taijiro said to himself that it was not urgent, and his eyebrows were already burning with anger.

He said, "How can we calm down the chaos outside?"

“There wasn’t much trouble outside, it was just that Li Wanyong’s home was smashed up.

Zhao Chuanxin is not a rumour. In fact, we are already planning the things he said.

The question is, how did Zhao Chuanxian know? Or, he is just like the rumors, if he can pinch someone, he is considered to have unpredictable abilities.

Or, there must be a spy sent by him among us.

I prefer the latter. "

At this time, countries around the world have varying degrees of emphasis on intelligence services.

Some take it very seriously, such as Japan.

Some don't take it seriously, such as the United States and Russia.

Mori Taijiro didn't think about this at all. After Ito Hirobumi reminded him, he said with horror: "I have always felt that except for our Empire of Japan, no one else pays attention to intelligence work. This may be darkness under the lamp."

Ito Hirobumi nodded.

"Go and make arrangements and let each department conduct investigation in secret. Don't dissuade the staff. It must be carried out quietly."

Taijiro Mori cheered up: "Yes."

When he was leaving,

Ito Hirobumi stopped him: "By the way, Saito Kijiro and Shinoda Haruse have also gone back, right? By the way, call them and ask them to also conduct investigation work."

…

Naoko Yuka returns with Shinoda Haruse.

Shinoda Harice made a lot of determination before divorcing his wife.

My wife didn't cry, make trouble, or hang herself. She calmly agreed.

This made Shinoda Haruse even more uneasy.

The wife promised that she would go through the divorce procedures alone without waiting for him to return. Her family promised her that they would send her to study and live abroad.

The child was handed over to the care of Shinoda Haruse's parents.

By this time, I'm afraid my wife has already gone abroad, right?

Fortunately, Naoko Yuka's warm and clear smile gave him great comfort and filled a void in his heart.

However,

When they come back.

Naoko Yuxiang called him out solemnly.

Shinoda Haruse was full of expectations.

Although my trip to Seoul this time was not smooth, there were a lot of troubles.

But the relationship between the two has progressed.

This is the only consolation.

Now that Naoko Yuka is so solemn, according to Japanese custom, Naoko Yuka should give him a formal reply.

Only new love can heal old love.

Farmers in the Jiandao area had already hitched their horses and cattle to plows and started plowing the land.

Spring has fully kicked off, and the air is filled with the fresh smell of vegetation, and of course mixed with the faint smell of cow and horse manure.

In this peaceful environment, Shinoda Haruse looked at Naoko Yuka with a happy smile on his face, waiting for her next words.

Naoko Yuka smoothed her hair from her forehead, but the spring breeze stubbornly tousled her hair again.

This seemed to be foreshadowing something, but Shinoda Haruse, the spermatozoon's upper brain, did not sense it.

Naoko Yuka lowered her head and poked the dry soil with her toes.

"Shinoda-kun."

"Yuxiang, tell me, I'm listening."

"In the past few days, I have been thinking about it and I feel very uneasy."

Shinoda Harice's heart skipped a beat.

This gave me a bad feeling.

Naoko Yuka continued: "You called your wife and told her that you wanted to divorce her. At first I was flattered and moved. However, if you want me to destroy other people's marriages, I still can't do it after much thought."

"Yuxiang, you..."

Shinoda's policy was chaotic and dumbfounded.

Naoko Yuka said sadly: "This kind of immoral love keeps me tossing and turning all night long. I think I have to make a break. Shinoda-kun, I'm sorry, please forget me."

After saying that, she seemed to have made a lot of determination, turned around and left.

a bolt from the blue!

Shinoda Haruse's vision went dark, and he staggered back. He had no strength to chase Naoko Yuka, and watched her back disappear into the fields.

He thought of his wife who went abroad, and of Naoko Yuka's sweet smile, all of which were far away from him.

In addition, my recent work has been very unsatisfactory.

These blows made him so angry that he felt like the world was spinning and he threw his head back...

The entourage was shocked. He was used to the two of them being sticky during this period.

Why did you suddenly pass out?

When Shinoda Haruse opened his eyes again, he saw the concerned face of Saito Kijiro.

He said bitterly: "Saito-kun..."

"Shinoda-kun, what's going on?"

"me……"

There were some things he couldn't say.

Being dumped by a woman is very embarrassing.

Saito Kijiro seemed to understand something.

He stopped talking and changed the subject: "Shinoda-kun, you have to cheer up. We still need to build a police station and fight against the rebels. I heard that the Qing court was stimulated by Zhao Chuanxin. In the Guangdong Machinery Bureau, manufacturing We have the Madsen machine gun that Zhao Chuanxin often uses. They are all making progress, but you and I are like sailing against the current. If we don’t advance, we will retreat.”

Shinoda Zhice was confused and couldn't listen at all.

After a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "Saito-kun, please leave me alone first."

Saito Kijiro frowned.

Damn it, could this person be useless?

He remembered the information coming from Seoul Tongyuan Mansion, which asked him to investigate internal spies.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Naoko Yuka is quite suspicious.

She appeared suddenly, and everything went wrong ever since she appeared. Now, Shinoda Harice was tortured to the point of collapse by her again.

He got up and went out.

Then he said to his entourage: "Go and call that Naoko Yuka."

After the entourage searched around, he came back and said: "Naoko Yuka is missing..."

"idiot……"

…

Zhao Chuanxin and Park Seung-yeol are wiping their weapons.

Zhao Chuanxin gave Park Seung-yeol a mirror box, which almost made the snot bubble out of this beauty's nose.

Then, Zhao Chuanxin took out a bunch of light and heavy machine guns and rifles and asked this labor force to help with maintenance.

Park Seung-yeol worked hard to clean Maxim's water-cooled warehouse and oil the gun.

"Mr. Zhao, are these the weapons you usually use?"

"Yes, there will be two more cannons later. You should also take care of them. They are full of gunpowder residue."

"..."

Park Seung-yeol really couldn't imagine how Zhao Chuanxin could carry such a heavy arsenal with him wherever he went.

If it were him, even if there was only one Maxim, he would not be able to carry the large amount of ammunition required.

There are actually two cannons?

Who can carry a cannon around the world?

But the workload is really not small.

Zhao Chuanxin was not idle either. He neatly arranged a row of horse playing cards and Mosin-Nagant spinners on the table. These were his tasks.

Park Seung-yeol looked at the lugs and then at the mirrored box around his waist, and suddenly felt unsatisfactory.

"Mr. Zhao, you have so many guns."

he said with envy.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly took apart the gun, squinted at it, and wiped it twice. He was relieved when no residue was seen.

He said: "Yes, I often worry that these broken guns are not easy to use at critical times."

"..."

Are you sure you're talking about the same thing?

Park Seung-yeol was killed in Versailles.

He said sourly: "If Mr. Zhao doesn't want it, you can give it to me."

"Haha, Shenglie, remember, having a certain composure in your heart is the most basic quality of a person."

"..."

Park Seung-yeol changed the subject: "Our Korean army is equipped with a variety of weapons. We have weapons from Japan, Russia, Germany, France, the United Kingdom and the United States. Mr. Zhao, which country do you think has better weapons?"

South Korea once wanted to buy high-performance warships, but the Japanese blocked them from contacting European arms purchasers. They also sent people to assassinate Li Xi's chief arms purchaser Li Dongren.

However, Koreans are also famous for being shameless, and they use all kinds of methods to get in touch secretly.

But it failed in the end, so they had to buy two British-made merchant ships from Little Japan and transform them into warships for temporary use.

Zhao Chuanxin assembled the parts back, holding a cigarette and said calmly: "It doesn't matter from any country. I asked the butler to set up a weapons company in the United States and hired weapons designer John Moses Browning to help design some weapons I wanted. gun type."

I am...

This time, Zhao Chuanxin was really tricked.

Park Seung Yeol stopped what he was doing and looked at Zhao Chuanxin blankly.

Korea is a country that has to sneak around to buy weapons. The Qing court did have many military factories, but the performance of the weapons produced was still not as good as that of the great powers in all aspects, and there was a certain gap between it and the great powers.

But look at Zhao Chuanxin, has he already started manufacturing weapons in a private capacity?

He said nonchalantly: "Browning? This name sounds familiar."

"Haha, Browning M1900, which is the gun brand player. Browning M1903, is the horse brand player. Have you heard of this?"

A flash of lightning flashed through Park Seung Yeol's mind.

Zhao Chuanxin put the gun away: "It's the designer who designed the gun brand and the horse brand. He has great ideas, and I hit it off right away."

Park Seung Yeol was completely convinced.

After a lot of busy work, the two finally maintained Zhao Chuanxian's inventory.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The two of them were staying in a temporary private house with only two rooms and the rent was very cheap.

Park Seung-yeol stood up and opened the door. Standing outside the door was a snot-nosed kid with a dirty face.

Seeing that it was Park Seung-yeol who opened the door, Sniffle Baby stretched out his little head and looked inside.

After seeing Zhao Chuanxin, he couldn't help but smile: "Sir, that Li Wanyong is back. He temporarily went to the Japanese Tongyuan Mansion to avoid trouble. No one dares to rush into the Tongyuan Mansion, and there is nothing we can do against him."

Zhao Chuanxin walked to the door happily, with five five-cent copper coins in his hand from the "Sixth Year of Guangwu".

He handed the copper coin to Sniffy Baby's hand, took out a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, and patted his head: "Well done, this information is worth five bucks. Go and investigate again, and report back in time if there is anything going on." "

"Yes, sir."

Snivellion's face was full of excitement, he turned around and ran away.

This is Zhao Chuanxin's "intelligence network" in Seoul.

He recruited dozens of snot kids to help him collect intelligence day and night.

Some monitor the Japanese Unification Supervisory Office, some monitor Li Wanyong, and some just inquire about people's gossip on the streets.

Depending on the size of the information, he will give different prices. If the information is trivial, just stuffing it with candy can make the snotty baby happy for a long time.

Park Shengyeol smiled bitterly: "Mr. Zhao, only you can think of this method."

"Haha, never underestimate a child."

Wherever he goes, there will always be a Snotlout by his side.

They are there to build houses, they are there to spread rumors, and they are also there to collect intelligence.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Okay, the gun has been cleaned. You can rest."

Park Seung-yeol was stunned: "Aren't we going to kill Li Wanyong?"

He felt more and more that Zhao Chuanxin wanted to break his promise and get fat.

"What's the rush? I've revealed the Japanese's action plan. I guess they'll jump over the wall in a hurry. Li Wanyong hasn't signed the treaty on behalf of South Korea yet, and he can't be killed now."

Zhao Chuanxin took the money and indeed promised Li Xi to use it to kill Li Wan. But the problem is, the two parties didn’t specify a date, right?

"What? He still dares to sign the agreement?"

Park Seung-yeol couldn't believe it.

If it were him, everyone would be screaming for beatings. Not only would he not be able to sign, he would hide and quickly clarify himself.

"How could you give up this opportunity if you are just a top soldier, but you can only cover the sky with one hand? His reputation was not only ruined on the first day, but the power in his hands was obtained from the Japanese. How could I give up this opportunity? If everything goes well, he will not only sign it, but he will also be very anxious."

These words made Park Seung-yeol feel uneasy.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him as if he had maggots on his body, so he waved his hand and said: "Okay, you go and report to your Majesty. Tell Xiao Lizi that Zhao will kill Li Wanyong, but he has to wait until he finishes signing Agreement."

Pu Shenglie left in a hurry.

Zhao Chuanxin was not worried, because even if Li Xi knew that Li Wanyong was eager to show off in front of the Japanese, it was already too late.

Because Li Xi couldn't do anything to Li Wanyong, he didn't have the courage and strength.

As for the "Ding Wei Treaty", it must be signed.

Without signing, there will be no chaos in South Korea.

Instead of worrying about fighting the Japanese army in the Jiandao area, it would be better to set their backyard on fire.

Wait for Park Seung Yeol to leave.

Zhao Chuanxin first put away the weapons on the floor, then stretched back and lay down on the bed.

Others are busy, but you are leisurely. This contrast will make people secretly happy.

So, he took out his diary and looked through it.

[We have finished visiting the altar of the old gods, and there is nothing worth stopping here. 】

[The little girl who was exploring ahead ran back to me and told me: Brave, there is a passage ahead. I think it is connected to the cave on the left. 】

[With curiosity, I led the boys and girls towards the front. 】

[There is a cave entrance here that you must crawl through. Fortunately, the distance inside the cave is very short, so the uneasiness in my heart went away as quickly as it came. 】

[But when we came out of the passage, we saw that it was a sand river. 】

[I roughly know some of the causes of sand formation, including rock weathering, water erosion, and fish decomposing corals in the ocean. 】

[Only this underground cave does not meet any of the above conditions, so where does the sand come from? 】

[The little girl looked up and said to me: Brave man, there are also paintings above the cave. 】

[I looked up, and sure enough, the top of the cave was still a small figure with simple lines. Neither the little boy nor I can understand it, but the little girl seems to have a talent for interpreting original paintings. 】

[The aftermath of these ancient legends has been passed down to this day. Under the interpretation of the little girl, we, the latecomers, can understand the most glorious history of the ancient gods. 】

[The little girl said: In ancient times, the old gods had the power to shape the world.

Every handful of gravel on the seabed will form a reef that rises to the surface.

Every weathered dune in the desert has been reshaped into a peak.

On an ancient summer dusk, the exhausted old gods prepared to take a long sleep.

The tired old god, before losing consciousness, left part of his shaping ability in the world.

The dwarves do not value this ability and believe that the existing world is enough for them to survive.

As a result, the ability to shape the world gradually weakens as the world goes on.

Until humans appeared, a wise man sealed away the remaining abilities. 】

Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

Every race likes to exaggerate when creating myths.

Perhaps a certain large group of people followed the path of the sun every day and went out hunting from sunrise to sunset, and this was fabricated into the story of Kuafu Chasing the Sun.

Maybe during a thunderstorm, there was a burly blacksmith who was forging iron. The hammer he raised caused thunder and lightning, but he was lucky to survive, so he became Thor, the God of Thunder.

[The little girl stopped talking because there were no more paintings going forward. 】

[The little boy lowered his head, looked at it and said to me: Brave man, there are messy little footprints on the ground. There must be Styx elves here. 】

[While he was talking, the sand river in front suddenly surged. Countless little heads emerged from the sand. 】

[I quickly remind you: You all hide behind me, it’s the Styx elves. 】

[I think these Styx elves are hunting under the sand with weapons in hand. Perhaps they are waiting for some kind of creature to pass by, and then attack unexpectedly. 】

[And we become the prey that is brought to their mouths. 】

[The Styx elves will attack us unscrupulously, regardless of whether they are humans or animals. 】

[I took out the Madsen machine gun and fired at them. 】

[In order to give little boys and girls the ability to protect themselves, I also gave them two pistols and taught them how to use them while shooting. 】

[I led them back, using narrow passages to reduce the shooting range and increase the effective damage. 】

[The most terrifying thing about the Styx elves is their speed and their fearless aggression. 】

[Ahead, their corpses covered the road, but they still rushed over. 】

[Someone slipped through the barrage and stabbed my calf with a sharp weapon. 】

[Behind me, the little boy pulled the trigger of the pistol. The bullet hit my thigh and shot into the head of the Styx Elf, shattering its head. 】

[It seemed that it was the first time he fired a gun. The little boy felt it was novel and kept shooting. After a while, the bullet was empty, and he kept pulling the trigger. 】

[I told him: There are only 8 bullets. 】

[The little boy took the gun from his sister and helped me add firepower. 】

【We fight and retreat at the same time. 】

[I originally thought that the passage behind me was the exit and would lead to the three forks on the way we came. 】

[But this is not the case. We have come to another dark and humid space that is different from Shahe. 】

[In the center of the space, there is a strange cage made of rock. 】

[The most peculiar thing is that this cage is seamless and seems to be formed naturally, and it has no door. 】

[In the cage, there is an acquaintance, who is the target of this trip—the weirdo’s goblin friend. 】

[The goblin also recognized me and suddenly shouted to me: Be careful, there is a watcher here! 】

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