Rebirth of the Northern Giants

Huo Yuanjia didn't know how long he had been in this narrow mine, he felt sore all over his body after practicing martial arts for many years, and his back was sweating profusely.

Maybe a day, maybe two days, Johnson finally told them, the time to rest.

When Huo Yuanjia and the others climbed out of the mine with the dull-eyed miners, it was already sunset, and they followed everyone to the cafeteria for dinner.

This is a rare time for communication. There are no white people in the simple cafeteria. There are only a few people standing at the door to prevent troubles inside.

Huo Yuanjia took two pieces of moldy black bread and sat across from a Chinese with braids and gray hair.

"My fellow, how long have you been here." Huo Yuanjia asked softly.

"Aren't you Japanese?" Hearing Huo Yuanjia speak Chinese, the old miner's sluggish eyes finally moved, and he said nah.

"Japanese?" Huo Yuanjia repeated in doubt.

"You don't have braids." The old miner pointed to the fifty or so people who came with Huo Yuanjia.

"No, we are Chinese." Huo Yuanjia shook his head and continued to ask: "How many Chinese are there in the mine?"

The old miner snapped his fingers and replied, "There are about 500 Chinese in the six mines."

"Do you eat this every day?" Huo Yuanjia took a bite of the bread, almost knocking out his front teeth.

The old miner seemed to let go of his vigilance, and he started to talk more during the conversation, and replied: "I have been here for four years. I used to eat worse. Many people starved to death. I don't know why. In the past one or two years , board and lodging has improved a bit, at least half full.”

Four years, it’s no wonder that the outside world has changed a long time ago, and it’s really isolated from the world. Of course Huo Yuanjia knows why, because after the founding of the Republic of China, fewer and fewer Chinese were trafficked to America. The owner is afraid that it will not be easy to recruit people again.

"This is a place to eat people, why don't you run away?" Huo Yuanjia whispered.

"Run, where are you going? Not long ago, a few young men tried to escape and were caught and killed." The old miner must have seen a lot, and he was a little numb.

Huo Yuanjia was silent when he heard the words.

After returning to the residence, Huo Yuanjia, Wang Wu, Zhao Sanduo and the others found the opportunity to reconvene to discuss again.

Several people first exchanged the information they had obtained in the past day, and some of them sighed angrily.

"Zhao Laozhu, what do you think?" Wang Wu said in a low voice.

"It's done. Brother Yuanjia is right. They probably have more than 50 armed men. We brought more than 50 people from the United States, and [-] of them are here. I'm afraid we won't be able to break through this gold mine." Zhao said. Sanduo didn't think too much, and immediately echoed Huo Yuanjia's idea.

"First of all, we need to connect all the Chinese in the mine. Everyone has seen the situation. We hardly need to incite them. I believe that as long as we make a little contact, they will all join us." Although it is a good thing, Huo Yuanjia really Not happy.

Wang Wu sighed softly and said, "If it weren't for the president, how many Chinese people would have fallen to the same level."

"Tell me, what is the purpose of the President asking us to come to Alaska to start an uprising?" Although Wang Wu is highly skilled in martial arts, his strategy is far inferior to that of Zhao Sanduo and others.

Over the past two years, they have made a big name in San Francisco, established Fist of Fury, joined hands with overseas Hongmen, and gradually subdued large and small Chinese gangs in the United States.

Then rely on the gangs to collect all kinds of intelligence data in the United States—scientific and technological data, military and political information, everything, everything, as long as it is of some value, it will be handed over to the American Intelligence Division, and finally secretly shipped to the country.

This time, after receiving a secret order from Ye Zhikui, more than 200 elites were selected from the Fist of Fury and turned into laborers to prepare for an uprising in Alaska: to unite the Chinese from all over the place, implement guerrilla tactics, and continuously attack various towns in Alaska.

The railway from the mainland of the United States to Alaska is still under construction, and most of the road builders are Chinese. People from Hongmen will be in touch with that, as long as they manage this place well.

Huo Yuanjia said lightly: "Brother Wang, you really don't hear anything out of the window. Our fleet is now stationed in Hawaii. What purpose do you think the President can have? He must have taken a fancy to this place. We're here first to disrupt the situation."

"That's right, I heard from the above, it seems that we are just an advance force, and a large number of regular troops will continue to come to Alaska from the country through special channels." Zhao Sanduo continued: "In short, before they come, we must To disturb the situation, it is best to occupy one or two places as our Chinese city."

The special channel that Zhao Sanduo didn't know was actually transporting them by submarine. Ye Zhikui planned to turn [-] soldiers into civilians, transport them to Alaska by submarine, and then participate in the miners' uprising that could start a prairie fire.

Huo Yuanjia nodded and said: "It's not too late, I'll go to other people to find out what's going on, if possible, I'll capture this place in a week, and then attack the mines one by one. , surrounded the town with mines."

"Is it okay to bury the guns and ammunition there?" Wang Wu asked.

Zhao Sanduo said calmly: "There are few people there, so no one will find out, but you don't need to use those guns to capture here."

Chapter 322 of Fengyun in the Second Volume

Chapter 322 Calling the Snake Out of the Hole

A gust of cold wind blew by, and two policemen and several bounty hunters galloped into the city of Eina.

In Alaska in May, the weather is getting warmer. Most of the buildings in the supposedly bustling town are closed. There are pieces of paper blown around by the wind from time to time on the street, creating a desolate scene.

The policeman with a cigar in his mouth suddenly pulled the reins, stopped the horses, looked ahead and said, "Guys, the tavern ahead is still open."

"Jie, be careful. The policemen in this town are all killed. I don't want any accidents. I'm only here to investigate the problem, not to solve it." Another policeman jumped off his horse with him, cautiously Check out the bar.

This has to start from a month ago.

In that city, it is said to be a city, but it is actually a town, just like many small western towns, in a state of anarchy, hunters, gold diggers, prostitutes, gamblers, and those who serve these people People are the basic population composition of this small town.

Fortunately, there are still more than a dozen policemen in the town barely maintaining order. If there is a dispute, I am sorry, please go out of the town to solve it. As long as you are not in the town, you will not care whether you live or die.

However, since a month ago, everything has changed. First, riots broke out in several nearby gold mines. The ruler in the mine was brutally killed by his miners. Several policemen went to investigate the matter, but there was no news , Then, the town became less peaceful, several mine owners hiding in the town died unexpectedly, then the police station was broken into overnight, and the bank in the town was robbed.

As a result, people in that city were panicked and restless, and most people had already moved out of this place after thinking about it, and fled to other gathering points.

The Americans have a tax bureau in Juneau City, which is in charge of about 50 square miles of land and about 10 residents in Alaska. living around a city.

The tax bureau received the tip and immediately sent two police officers and several bounty hunters attracted by the money to investigate the matter.

Several people opened the door and walked into the bar. An old boss and bartender was lying on the bar counter, counting peanuts boredly. On the table outside, two young men in felt hats were fiddling with revolvers in their hands.

"Hey, guys," the policeman named Jie greeted loudly as soon as he entered the door, and then asked, "Who can tell me where those horse thieves come from?"

The bartender squinted his eyes and asked with a smile, "Detective, would you like some drinks?"

"Whisky, thank you." A few people were leaning on the bar. Jie saw the bartender rubbing his thumbs, and reluctantly took out a few dollars from his pocket and put them on the bar.

The bartender mixed the wine first, and then slowly said: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be done by the yellow race."

"Yellow race?" Jie pondered and remained silent.

"Yes, there are a large number of yellow people in the mine. Those gold diggers don't treat them as human beings. Somehow, they caused a riot. The white people in the mine were brutally killed, and their corpses were left in the wild, but there was no Seeing the corpses of the yellow people, they must have buried them themselves." The bartender said confidently.

"Do you know how many of them there are?" Jie asked after thinking about it.

The bartender shook his head and guessed: "I don't know, but there are at least a few hundred people, and they robbed the guns of the police station and bank personnel."

"So many, it seems that I should go back and report this matter to the higher authorities." Policeman Jie asked another policeman with his eyes.

The policeman who was questioned obviously didn't want to continue the investigation, and it was better to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

At this moment, the ground rumbled and shook from far to near. Not long after, the neighing of horses and the shouting of people came in from outside the bar.

The white men in the bar suddenly changed their expressions, and quietly put their hands on the handles of their guns.