America 1881: Legend of the West

"Keda-kun, are you really planning to cooperate with that Chen Jianqiu to carve up Hawaii?"

In Honolulu, in the courtyard of Genyosha's dojo, Grand Priest Sato stood next to Kameda Masao and asked.

Kameda Masao held a Roswell bolt-action rifle in his hand, aimed at an empty bottle on the edge of the rockery, and shot it with a "bang".

The porcelain bottle was smashed to pieces.

Kameda pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, and pulled the trigger.

There was another "bang", and a bottle next to it exploded again.

High Priest Sato couldn't help but tremble slightly, blinked his eyes, and looked slightly embarrassed.

"What a good gun." Masao Kameda stroked the gun and said with emotion, "No wonder the Lancers couldn't beat them in Chinatown."

He turned his head and suddenly asked: "I'm sorry, Priest Sato, what did you just say?"

"Oh, I mean do you really plan to cooperate with those Chinese people?" Sato the Great Priest stared at Kameda Masao's hand and the gun in his hand, fearing that he would accidentally raise the gun and fire another round.

That sound is really loud!

"No, Priest Sato, you misunderstood. I'm just using them. Do you understand?" Kameda Masao said with a serious face, "They will not only send people, but also weapons. After we succeed, the Emperor will support us. ! Then, those Chinese will have to listen to us!"

"You are saying that the gun you are holding now was provided by Chen Jianqiu and the others, right?" Priest Sato asked.

"Yeah." Kameda Masao answered vaguely.

"Kameda-kun, you can really be called the number one diplomatic wizard since the Meiji era, and Lord Okubo Toshimichi is nothing more than that." Priest Sato sighed.

Being able to make the other party willingly ally with you and provide guns even when you are at a disadvantage, what an excellent mediation skill!

Kameda Masao remained expressionless as always, looking like he was hiding his merit and fame.

Of course he would not tell High Priest Sato that these guns were not given to him by Chen Jianqiubai, but sold to him at a high price.

Coupled with the compensation from Chinatown, Xuanyang Society spent all the information they had collected over the past ten years and the funds provided to them by the military!

Chen Jianqiu promised him that not only would he provide him with these guns and ammunition, but on the day of the operation, he would also lead the Chinese soldiers to the palace in Honolulu!

Kameda and Genyosha spent all they had this time.

However, if he can get a glimmer of hope of success out of despair, Kameda Masao feels it is worth it.

A coup requires courage.

As long as the knife is held to the neck, no matter how powerful the hero is, he will have to step down.

Wasn't Oda Nobunaga, such an awesome and coaxing person, burned to death at Honnōji Temple by Mitsuhide Akechi?

Don't let others know that you are bearing the humiliation and taking a big gamble! It’s definitely not about losing power and humiliating the country!

Just as Kameda Masao was looking at the gun in his hand in a daze, the great priest Sato called his name softly again:

"Mr. Kameda? Mr. Kameda?"

Kameda seems to be in a bad state today, he has been absent-minded or lost in thought.

Kameda Masao once again woke up like a dream; "Is there anything else? High Priest?"

"Oh, I would like to ask the fees for the last ritual performed by the shrine for the deceased members of the Genyo Society. When can we be paid?" Grand Priest Sato asked seemingly casually.

As long as the relationship is good, the money should be given, and he and his Shinto priests also have to eat.

"It will take a few days. Everyone has been busy preparing for that important thing in the past few days. When the work is done, I will marry you." Kameda Masao replied without changing his expression, and there was no trace of his relationship with Xuanyangsha. They are all extremely poor.

High Priest Sato didn’t have too much doubt:

"I will go back and take the people below to pray for you again. I hope you will be successful! Then the money will be calculated together."

While Masao Kameda was busy preparing for a "coup", Thurston and his Hawaiian People's Alliance were also busy preparing for a "coup" of their own.

To a certain extent, Thurston's plan is much more reliable.

After all, he and Stevenson had been operating here for years, with members infiltrating the government!

From an intelligence point of view, Thurston first bribed the Queen's close ministers, and he can be said to have a good knowledge of the Queen's itinerary in the past month or so.

Politically speaking, members of the Hawaiian People's Alliance who had infiltrated the kingdom's cabinet were already building momentum for a coup.

They have constantly criticized the Queen in parliament for the mistakes she has made since taking office, such as the economic malaise, and the overly lax policies towards Japanese and other Asians, which have gradually squeezed the living space of local islanders.

The queen sat high on the throne, but she felt that the throne was extremely cold.

Many indigenous nobles in the cabinet were either bribed and continued to speak for these white people; some were brainwashed and yearned endlessly to merge with the United States, so they looked on with cold eyes.

Among the Queen's supporters, the one who stood up to confront these people was a royal nobleman named Kasaba.

However, as the leader of the royalist party, this man had great ambitions and little talent.

And it was he who encouraged the Queen to dissolve the legislative organization and carry out reforms.

The war of words in the palace continues.

The reason for Thurston's delay in taking action was that he was working hard on the other side.

After a few weeks, he finally succeeded.

The more than a thousand soldiers of the Honolulu Lancers, the only ones the Hawaiian royal family could rely on, finally had internal divisions.

They belong to different tribes and are led by different people.

Some of them are willing to lay down their weapons and stand by and watch; some are even willing to join the coup team as internal agents and defect in public on the day of the attack.

Only a few people remained loyal to the queen.

In this way, the balance of strength is completely tilted.

The only force the Queen and the royalists can rely on are two to three hundred policemen and dozens of members of the Guard.

Moreover, the combat effectiveness of these police officers is quite worrying. Whether they can be mobilized in time is still a big problem.

A big stone in Thurston's heart finally fell to the ground.

Because the Hawaiian People's Alliance has also formed a militia of one to two hundred people.

In the original situation where the U.S. federal army did not intervene, relying solely on this militia force to touch those Phalange soldiers would be a failure.

But now, Thurston has some confidence.

Force is the courage of those who engage in politics! Whoever has the bigger fist has the final say!

He finally no longer had to listen to Stevenson and go to the so-called Chinese-American businessman.

In this coup, he, Thurston, is the protagonist. How can he let a yellow-skinned Chinese stand on the same stage as him?

He is not qualified!

Thinking of this, Thurston felt a lot of pride in his chest.

He and Old Pipe Duer repeatedly discussed the plan for the day of the operation.

Who blocked the door, who controlled the remaining people in the cabinet, and who followed him into the palace to seize the queen, imprison her, and lock her somewhere.

What surprised him was that during the whole process, Old Duer, who usually had the most opinions and scolded him whenever he disagreed, didn't say a word.

Just smoking his pipe and nodding.

"Durr, do you have any other opinions?" Thurston finally couldn't help it anymore and asked.

"Oh, no, I think it's good." Duer replied, his expression not changing much.

Thurston didn't think too much and continued to make preparations.

Soon, the planned day finally arrived.