In Seattle, Washington State, the United States, a fire the year before last burned down the entire Seattle central business district. To this day, the city of Seattle is still being rebuilt, and many Fenians came to this area pretending to be construction workers.
In a farm outside Seattle, several important members of the Fenian Society were sitting again, including the president Christou, the commander of the attack, Weir, and the father of submarines, Holland.
Holland didn't look very happy. If the submarine he had researched before was stolen, and then these people came to find him, he would probably not be happy either.
It's just that he is also an Irishman, and he also supports Ireland's pursuit of independence.
The submarine at this time was not very big and could only carry four or five people inside. The Fenians disguised Holland's latest submarine as cargo and transported it to the western region.
Christu said excitedly: "Guys, you may not know that the British sent all their sailors ashore."
Christu threw the information on the table and was so excited that he couldn't help but stand up and said with a smile: "Thank the Lord, thank the Chinese!"
"Did the British leave their naval base because of those Chinese thugs?" Will asked with squinted eyes.
"Yes, the British Pacific Fleet still has 1 armored cruiser, 1 protected cruiser, 3 gunboats, 2 old torpedo boats and 1 training ship staying in the Victoria Naval Port. What is gratifying is that their marines and
Some sailors actually went to Kamloops to deal with the Chinese. This is our best chance to defeat them." Christu looked at a naval general and asked: "Has the freighter in Stego's hand been renovated?
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Stigo was a Fenian who owned a shipping company on the west coast of the United States and owned several freighters. Christu had these freighters equipped with cannons.
The naval admiral replied with a smile: "Everything is ready, and Mr. Holland's three submarines can also be dispatched."
Holland sat on the chair, twisted his butt, and interjected: "One of the submarines can only launch mines from the water, but cannot launch torpedoes. I still recommend that this submarine not participate in the next battle."
Although the naval admiral admired Holland very much, he had to explain with all his heart: "Our navy is very weak. Most of the ships are modified merchant ships. If the British were not careless this time, they might not even have a cruiser."
Mr. Holland's submarine is our most important secret weapon. If there is one less submarine, our chances of winning will be much smaller. Please forgive me, Mr. Holland."
Huo Lan shut his mouth and said no more.
"Okay, gentlemen!" Christu pointed at the map on the table, waved his hand, and said with great enthusiasm: "The U.S. government has begun to pay attention to us, and time no longer allows us to delay any more. I have decided that tomorrow we will
When dispatched, our navy will first attack the British navy. At the same time, our army will cross the US-Canada border and attack Vancouver, Canada. Vancouver no longer has much protective power, and the British Marine Corps will be cut off by us."
Christu made a desperate move this time, using the Fenian Society's hidden strength for many years at once. He had more than 3,000 army soldiers, more than a dozen merchant ships equipped with cannons, and three submarines.
Weir thought for a while and asked Christu for instructions: "Should we contact those Chinese? After all, they have helped us a lot, and we can also ask them to help contain the British troops."
Christu said calmly: "If they can survive the British attack this time, we will contact them. It is too early to say this now."….
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At the entrance of the unnamed tunnel, Liu Zhenming was lying motionless in a small pit wide enough for one person. His body was covered with withered grass. In front of him was the fuse of the explosive. The trouble was so serious that Liu Zhenming had to go into battle himself.
It was already bright, and a train passed by before. Unfortunately, it was not a military vehicle of the British army, so he could only continue to wait here.
Liu Zhenming didn't know that the Fenians were plotting against him. If he knew, he would definitely scold his mother. He finally managed to create a great situation, and you are ready to pick peaches.
Tee chi chi chi…!
The sound of the train moving came from the tunnel entrance. Liu Zhenming perked up, put aside all thoughts, and focused all his attention on the tunnel entrance.
He held the telescope in one hand and took out a match in the other hand, ready to light the fuse at any time.
You know, in order for the explosive to explode in time, there was only a small section of the fuse. After Liu Zhenming lit it, he had to run away quickly, otherwise he would be injured, which would be a real tragedy.
The soldiers ambushing on both sides also became nervous, and some of their palms were so nervous that they became sweaty.
The foreign devils are coming. This time, they must be completely defeated.
Time became long at this moment. Everyone held their breath, fearing that if they took a breath, the train would not come out from the other end. At the entrance of the tunnel, Zhang Donglai's eyes lit up because the train was heading here far away.
The train seemed to have some British flags planted on it as the tour leader said.
Of course, Zhang Donglai had to wait until Liu Zhenming detonated the explosives at the exit before he detonated the explosives at the entrance. All the decisions were in Liu Zhenming's hands. If Liu Zhenming let the British train go by, then everyone's work would have been in vain.
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Yes, there were soldiers inside this train. Zhang Donglai could almost see the shadows of the soldiers from the window. He felt his heart pounding. He almost wanted to jump up from the pit and shout loudly,
Tell Liu Zhenming that the British are coming.
Unfortunately, Zhang Donglai couldn't. He could only clenched his fists and kept chanting in his heart: "The gods and Buddhas in the sky must protect the leader and detonate the explosives."
In the train carriage, all the British soldiers were sitting on their seats, half-closing their eyes to relax. No matter how simple tomorrow's battle was, some people would be sacrificed and injured. A veteran knew how to adjust his condition to the best.
In the second carriage, Mohot held a pipe in his mouth, glanced out the window, and asked aloud: "How long until we get to Kamloops?"
Tristan, the British Chief of Staff, looked at his watch and replied with a smile: "It's not far, we can reach Kamloops in less than two hours."
"Druney should have everything ready!" Mohot put his pipe on the table and knocked it out, knocking out some smoke oil.
"Druny has led troops in battle after all, so I believe he should know these things." Tristan smiled and comforted. He knew that although Mohot acted very relaxed, he also wanted to solve this troublesome matter as soon as possible.
While the two were talking, the window suddenly went dark, and the sounds outside turned into a whine.
Mohot said helplessly: "I just don't like going inland. There are too many tunnels here. Every time I enter a tunnel, I feel like I'm driving in darkness and can't find the way forward."
"General, I like tunnels, because the moment you rush out of the tunnel, the sky will look extra bright. Darkness is only temporary, but light is eternal." The two began to talk about philosophical topics with great interest.