Chapter 722: Hiroshima Rebellion (Second update, please subscribe)

Chaos, chaos everywhere.

Like brothels in other Japanese cities, the brothels in Hiroshima are concentrated in one area. There are too many so-called "martyrs for their country", or rebels, who have become the controllers of the city. They all wanted to relax during the New Year. In fact, their salaries are usually spent on brothels. Since these adults took power again, the brothel business has increased several times.

After the gunshots rang out, the rebels who were drinking and sleeping with women in the brothel all ran out.

The sailors who were on leave also ran out after hearing the gunshots. When they saw that their own people were being beaten up, they immediately shouted and rushed over with their fists. The sailors did not carry any weapons when they went ashore, but many of them bought Japanese swords from antique shops. These swords, which were pawned by the samurai after the sword-abolition order, became the only weapons for many of them.

"It's Captain Song Hanghai and the others!"

"Damn you Japanese dwarf, kill him!"

When the sailors shouted and rushed over to help their comrades, the other Japanese saw that it was their side that suffered the loss and some people were shot and fell in a pool of blood. They were emboldened by the alcohol and immediately shouted.

"Kill Ming Kou!"

The Ming invaders were the name given to the Ming sailors by the self-confident "martyrs for their country" in the past. In their simple "patriotism", the sight of these foreign sailors setting foot on Japanese soil was an invasion of Japan.

But they were not as strong as others, so they just talked big and said that they were just a group of Ming bandits. When they were not drinking, they were very polite to those Ming sailors who came ashore and were dressed in fancy clothes.

Now that they were drunk, they all became a little carried away and so arrogant that they didn't know how much salt they could eat.

"Kill Ming Kou!"

"Kill Ming Kou!"

Amid deafening shouts, the Japanese who rushed out of the brothel started fighting with the Ming sailors. At this time, no one cared about the Ming fleet anymore.

It has to be said that all Japanese samurai have hot tempers. When they get angry, no one knows what they can do.

At this time, the brothel that was once filled with singing and dancing has become another battlefield.

Thousands of Japanese rushed out of the brothels and joined the battle in groups of three or five. It was unknown how many there were, and they surrounded the hundreds of sailors from front to back, from left to right.

"Those with weapons stand outside, and those who are injured retreat to the middle!"

Song Jide, the highest-ranking officer on the scene, became the commander. He shouted orders and directed the sailors to fight their way out of the encirclement. Although they continued to fight their way out under his command, the Japanese threw stones at the crowd, and many sailors were hit and bleeding. Many Japanese also rushed over with samurai swords, hacking around without a care in the world.

When it comes to using knives, the sailors are certainly no match for them. The two sides hack and kill each other, and screams echo from time to time. Song Jide's revolver has run out of bullets, and he looks at his comrades around him.

The sailors were either bruised and swollen, or covered in blood. He had never seen such a tragic scene before. Some sailors were even seriously injured, and some almost fainted due to excessive blood loss and could only be supported by their comrades.

He was stabbed in the chest and lost a lot of blood, but as Dong Balang looked at the scene in front of him, he had only one thought in his mind - it's over!

Hiroshima is finished!

God knows what the commander will do once he finds out what happened here!

One thing that is certain is that the fleet will never take a beating without fighting back!

Some were wounded and some fell.

The sailors armed with knives and sticks resisted in the front. The wounded retreated and gave their knives and sticks to other brothers. The ones in the middle picked up the stones thrown at them with their bare hands and threw them back.

Shouts and roars echoed in the streets of Hiroshima.

On the "Nanhua", Shen Yaozu stood on the bridge and looked intently at his fleet. Now every warship was flying colorful flags. Today was New Year's Eve.

What a good day!

Just then, footsteps were heard from behind, and the pace was very hurried. Without turning back, Shen Yaozu knew it was an urgent matter. When he turned around, he saw the chief of staff speaking to him.

"Sir, something happened! Our people were besieged by the Japanese near the brothel! ..."

Before he could finish, Shen Yaozu spoke loudly.

"What? What's going on? Who is besieging our people? How many people are there?"

"At least 300 officers and soldiers who came ashore were besieged. Most of those Japanese were "martyrs" on leave..."

The chief of staff's report made Shen Yaozu, who was standing on the bridge, sneer.

"What a courageous dog!"

"Sir, what do we do now?"

"What should we do? Our people are under attack. What else can we do? Send out the flag, raise the anchor and fire the fleet. Go into battle and take off the gun covers..."

Shen Yaozu said in a deep voice.

"Send the Marines ashore. I want to see how these martyred soldiers died for their country!"

The sailors, who were happily preparing for the New Year, were stunned by the sudden sound of the whistle.

"It's the combat readiness number!"

The battle readiness signal is different from ordinary whistle sounds. The three long and two short battle readiness signals are to remind them that the warship is entering combat readiness.

They dropped their work and hurried to their respective posts. While running, they kept asking what was going on.

Soon, they learned that the Japanese were attacking the sailors who had come ashore. When they heard that their own people were under siege, they all quickened their pace.

The officers kept giving orders loudly into the megaphone. The gunners and officers at each position loudly conveyed the same orders. The sailors on the deck, who were originally happily preparing for the New Year, rushed to their respective positions. The two twin 305 main guns in the middle of the ship "whooshed" and took off the gun covers. Under the action of the hydraulic press, they began to rotate slowly.

As the black muzzles of the guns pointed at Hiroshima, the Marines also took action.

"Quick, quick, quick, ..."

At the officers' urging, the marines on board took out their rifles from the gun cabinets and followed the officers to assemble on shore.

Just then, they saw a sailor covered in blood running towards them on a horse that he had stolen from somewhere, shouting as he ran.

"Hurry, save them, fire the cannon, save them..."

When the sailors on duty rushed forward, the injured sailor fell off his horse. The sailor with multiple knife wounds on his body grabbed his comrade by the collar and shouted as soon as he was helped up.

"Hurry, fire quickly. If you don't fire now, it will be too late. Thousands of Japanese are surrounding our brothers and are killing them..."

Looking at the scene on the shore and staring at the burning smoke column, Shen Yaozu, who was standing on the bridge, shouted.

"Where's the map? Bring me the Hiroshima map!"

His roar was so intense that it just echoed in the cold air between the sea and sky of Hiroshima.

"Calculate the position, work out the parameters, and fire immediately!"

After saying that, Shen Yaozu slapped the railing hard.

"Since we have to fight this time... let's beat them to death! I don't believe that the armed sailors can go ashore and directly sweep Hiroshima. What kind of monster can these damn shortys do!"

(End of this chapter)