The Joseon Prince Went To America And Didn’t Return – 119



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Tijuana a Mexican border city adjacent to the United States.

On the outskirts of this place is the Korean Military School founded by Lee Kang.

Flat fields with mountains and beaches.

And even the wooden and concrete buildings where people live.

It seems like the perfect place to handle a variety of training because the various terrains come together.

“Shoot the whole thing down.”

“Sara lie down and shoot!

Bang-bang-bang-

Bang-bang-

Bang-bang-

The number of students at this school which started with ten has now grown to three digits.

“Firing ends with 7th Division. Clear.”

“Firing ends with 8th Division. Clear.”

Even today live-fire shooting which can be dangerous continues at a shooting range located on one side of the military academy.

“All shooters put down your rifles and kneel down.”

“Put down your rifle and sit on your knees.”

After the shooting training the instructors gathered the zeroing targets together and displayed them on the central bulletin board in the main building.

They calculated the total score along with the distribution of hitting points and made it all public.

Cadets were able to gauge their own abilities by looking back and forth between their own results and the targets of others.

“Wow this. Who is the target?”

One of the cadets stood with his mouth open and his eyes blinking in front of a target.

“This is not the general’s target.”

“ah….”

“The point of impact is killer. Weren’t you sure you shot it from the same distance of 250m?”

“It looks like he shot it alone from 50 meters away?”

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“I’m still so young. I’m jealous.”

One by one people gather.

Everyone was envious and let out exclamations of admiration.

“I heard you can shoot pretty well even at a distance of 400 meters.”

“okay?”

“They say that after that scope was introduced it was a 100% hit rate.”

For a while the story about Ahn Jung-geun continued.

His outstanding shooting skills were known to all the students except for the new students.

It was only after a long discussion about this that the subject finally changed.

“Oh! By the way today is the day the newspaper comes?”

Newspapers published in the Korean Empire.

It usually takes about a month to cross the Pacific Ocean to Mexico.

In the modern era you can just click on the Internet and that’s it but in the early 20th century you had to buy it locally and then ship it back to you.

“Oh that’s right. Today is the 10th. Newspapers sent from the home country arrive at the library on the 10th and 25th of every month. Today is the day.”

“Hey let’s go to the library. Let’s take a look at how our country is doing after a long time.”

Students who entered the Korean Military School wanted to know how their hometowns were doing.

So at this time the library is crowded with people.

This is because everyone is rushing to read newspapers published domestically.

People are all falling out.

Only those from the Korean Patriotic Group remained in front of the bulletin board.

Jeon Myeong-un stood in front of his target with a bitter expression then soon opened his mouth.

“Soo-gil (Lee Jae-myung).”

“Oh yes brother.”

“What are you doing? Let’s go back quickly.”

“yes.”

* * *

Korean patriotic group that entered the Korean Military School for special missions.

They are treated the same as regular cadets but there is one special privilege given to them.

This means that you can collect domestically published newspapers separately.

In order to plan an assassination it was necessary to know how the Korean Empire worked so Lee Kang gave him special treatment in this regard.

『His Majesty the Emperor and Resident-General Ito. Visiting Dongrae and Uiju』

『Warmly welcome the people of the southeast and northwest』

『Ito Resident-General by order of His Majesty the Emperor Disciplinary Actions against Seven Corrupt Local Officials』

『To welcome the parade the citizens of the Korean Empire stayed up all night and waited. The citizens of Pyongyang presented the Taegeukgi and the Japanese flag to Resident-General Ito.』

That’s why Jeon Myeong-un and Lee Jae-myeong didn’t head to the library after training but instead went to the office where they were staying.

An office for four people.

They picked up a bundle of recent newspapers lying in a corner and began to read the articles.

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“Damn this article. Who the hell wrote this? Seriously. It looks like these reporters sold their souls to the Japanese. How can they always produce the same article?”

Lee Jae-myung became very excited and started reading other articles.

“Look at this photo. Didn’t they take it from far away to obscure His Majesty’s expression? Look at the thought behind it.”

Ito worked hard to massage the press of the Korean Empire through pro-Japanese reporters.

The students of the Korean Military Academy especially the members of the Korean Patriotic Corps smiled bitterly as they read the article they wrote.

“Damn it. I should have killed Ito that day as originally planned.”

Lee Jae-myung who was originally supposed to take charge of the project beat his chest while reading the newspaper article.

“Arthur.”

“why?”

“Look at this picture. Does it still make sense?”

Lee Jae-myung flinched when he saw the photo in the newspaper.

The scene may have been a little different but as Jeon Myeong-un said Ito never seemed to leave Sunjong’s side during his entire tour.

“This guy Ito. He’s no ordinary fox. Just look at this one picture.”

“….”

“Ito probably never leaves His Majesty’s side. I can bet my balls on that.”

Jeon Myeong-un patted Lee Jae-myeong on the shoulder and consoled him saying that it was a good thing.

“Even if you had gone to Pyongyang you would have definitely returned empty-handed. You are not a sharpshooter like General Ahn.”

right.

As Lee Kang had feared Sunjong could have been attacked by Lee Jae-myeong.

Lee Jae-myung was angry but admitted it.

“By the way I wonder what the General is analyzing with Representative Baekbeom again today.”

As Lee Jae-myung wiggled his butt Jeon Myeong-un frowned.

“Why? If I go my head will just hurt.”

“but.”

Lee Jae-myung is sticking his butt in again.

Then it happened again.

A situation where there is time left.

Since I didn’t have anything to do I moved my body.

“Would you like to spar with me? I have some time to spare.”

“What do you get if you win?”

“I’ll bet you a sweet chocolate.”

“Good.”

Jeon Myeong-un and Lee Jae-myeong practiced the martial arts they had been learning for half a year.

It is a martial art similar to kickboxing in its original history which added kicking techniques to boxing.

After Lee Kang ordered that each country’s practical martial arts be taught in military schools the instructors found several candidates and created a curriculum.

One is a martial art like modern kickboxing.

Another one was Taekwondo which was a mixture of Taekkyeon and Chinese Nanquan.

“Oh my stop. Stop.”

“Are you tired already?”

“I’m dying.”

Jeon Myeong-un patted her here and there and begged her to rest a little longer.

“These days when it rains my back hurts.”

“I’m still in my early twenties and already?”

“How much have I been working myself to death since I came here? I ended up dying first while trying to kill traitors.”

Jeon Myeong-un lay down on the floor for a moment and closed his eyes.

Then he opened his eyes and nodded at Lee Jae-myung.

“I’ve already been worried lately.”

“What?”

“I guess I’m not cut out to be a field agent.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“I guess I’ll have to get some training and then transition to being a recruiter.”

“Well that would suit you better hyung.”

Lee Jae-myung also took a rest by lying down on the floor.

They stared at the gym ceiling in silence for a moment then continued their conversation.

“By the way I hope His Majesty the King hasn’t forgotten us?”

“How can you say that?”

“I haven’t heard from you lately. I wonder if you’ve forgotten us.”

Jeon Myeong-un knows Lee Kang better than Lee Jae-myeong.

It was also directly targeted at the foresight shown by Lee Kang during the great San Francisco earthquake.

Because I was able to closely observe Lee Kang’s amazing growth afterwards.

“I trust His Majesty. So you too trust and wait. When the time comes His Majesty will come looking for you and us.”

A significant number of people here have a strong blind faith in the River Lee.

Lee Jae-myung looked at his colleagues and soon lay down again.

“Brother! Brother!”

That was when.

The voice of Ahn Myeong-geun the vice-chairman of the Korean Patriotic Corps reached their ears.

“Professor Hyeongpa (An Myeong-geun).”

“Have you seen my brother?”

Jeon Myeong-un shouted pointing to the building beyond the playground.

“Oh General Ahn I heard you were discussing something with Brother Baekbeom in the conference room earlier.”

“Is that so? Thank you.”

An Myeong-geun quickly headed toward the building Jeon Myeong-un was pointing to.

As I climbed the stairs and stepped into the conference room in the corner I saw the face of Ahn Jung-geun that I had been looking for.

“older brother!”

At Ahn Myung-geun’s shout Ahn Jung-geun raised his hand without saying a word.

Upon seeing this Ahn Myeong-geun quickly moved to Ahn Jung-geun’s side.

“Welcome. I’m reviewing Ito’s movements from the past. Would you like to join me?”

Kim Chang-soo looked at Ahn Myung-geun and asked.

An Myeong-geun shook his head from side to side.

We used to think about it together and say it was good.

“Why? Did something happen?”

An Jung-geun looked at his cousin with a worried expression perhaps sensing something strange.

“that is…”

After hearing Ahn Myung-geun’s answer Ahn Jung-geun raised his voice as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Professor Lee Wi-jong came here?”

“Yes. I am looking for my brother and Mr. Baekbeom.”

“Me and Representative Kim here?”

“yes.”

Kim Chang-soo looked at Ahn Jung-geun clenching both hands tightly.

Because the long-awaited moment has arrived.

“It seems that His Majesty has finally made a decision.”

An Jung-geun and Kim Chang-su quickly headed to the main building where Lee Wi-jong was with solemn expressions on their faces.

“General Ahn. Representative Kim.”

Yi Wi-jong quickly got to the main point without giving the two people a chance to speak.

“Let’s go to San Francisco together.”

* * *

A traditional Korean tea house located in downtown San Francisco.

The beauty of Hanok shines among American-style buildings.

I was drinking green tea with Lee Hoi-young there.

“majesty.”

“Tell me.”

“Do you know what I felt after I crossed the Pacific and arrived in America?”

Lee Hoi-young shook his head and revealed his first impressions.

“I learned that the world is infinitely unfair.”

“Unfair?”

“Yes. Of the Western Koreans here eight out of ten came to San Francisco via the Maritime Province didn’t they?”

“yes.”

“It must still be winter in Vladivostok.”

Lee Hoi-young recalled the climate of Vladivostok and told me:

“There at night the biting wind still blows. Even in March you have to worry about frostbite. But you know how is it here?”

Well what do you think?

It shows warm autumn weather all year round.

Is it for nothing that Americans flocked west in the 20th century?

“Yes. Maybe it’s because of the good climate but everyone lives in abundance and leisure. Unlike us.”

What can I do?

Our ancestors settled on the Korean peninsula after being defrauded by real estate fraud.

“But isn’t it true that our people are able to defend themselves against the Japanese army thanks to the harsh climate?”

“Yes it’s hard on both sides but aren’t our soldiers stronger? Especially in the cold.”

“okay.”

The story about the volunteer soldiers came up briefly.

I briefly talked to Lee Hoi-young about the military industry.

“Oh you said you recently came into contact with Hiram Maxim?”

“yes.”

“Is it because of the machine gun license? So what about the negotiations? How did it go?”

“Unfortunately I didn’t get a license. Maybe it’s because it’s a new company but they still don’t trust me.”

“Tsk.”

“Still I was able to personally purchase ten Maxim machine guns.”

From the end of the 19th century Western powers began to invade Africa and Asia in earnest.

Until then except for Britain these people who had been in a state of chaos were able to increase their speed of invasion thanks to machine guns.

Until then we were able to fight back somehow with cold weapons but after the development of machine guns we were no match for them.

In particular the Maxim machine gun invented after the Gatling gun further widened the gap between the two forces.

“So you’re going to take it to Gando and the Maritime Province?”

“yes.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to pay. How much did it cost?”

“Oh no.”

Lee Hoi-young waved his hand.

I frowned and rejected Lee Hoi-young’s rejection.

“As I said last time our fight will take a long time.”

“….”

“If you don’t exert yourself in the beginning you’ll suffer greatly later. So do as I suggest. Your family will have to work hard to increase its wealth.”

Lee Hoi-young refused my request several times but soon accepted it.

He knows very well that my stubbornness is stronger than iron tendon.

“Oh and. I have a favor to ask of you.”

I handed Lee Hoi-young one of the documents on the table.

He tilted his head as he received the document I handed him.

“What is this?”

“This is a cross-section of a model of a light machine gun.”

“A machine gun?”

I started by explaining the meaning of the machine gun.

“It’s a much lighter weapon than the existing machine gun so I put the letter ‘경’ on the front of it to indicate lightness. Oh I didn’t invent it. It’s the work of Samuel Maclean. I recently acquired his patent.”

“Is that so?”

Lee Hoi-young began to review the documents I had handed him.

I explained the advantages of the machine gun to Lee Hoi-young.

“After all isn’t our army’s strength its mobility?”

“Yes.”

“The existing Gatling gun or Maxim machine gun has good performance but it is too heavy. It is a hassle to carry around. On the other hand the light machine gun here is different. It can be carried by an individual without a vehicle on rough roads.”

After reviewing all the documents Lee Hoi-young met my eyes again.

“There is no actual product yet only a patent.”

“Yes. There are still many mountains left until Yangsan. You take this and contact the US military.”

“Are you talking about the US military?”

“Yes. There are many weapons technicians in the military. In order to use it in actual combat we need to remove what needs to be removed and add what needs to be added. It will require some improvement.”

“Oh yes.”

Although he had no connections in the military Lee Hoi-young seemed confident.

Because his passion for the military industry is stronger than mine.

‘That’s right. I heard he was planning to take all his wealth and go to Manchuria to support the volunteer army.’

I cheered for Woo-dang and encouraged him.

“Americans are the kind of people who will do anything for money.”

“I know that too.”

“If you need anything I’ll sell my name and give you some bribes. If you like women I’ll give you some women.”

“yes.”

Lee Hoi-young nodded and then mentioned to me the current state of affairs of the business he was working on.

“Oh the production of the scope and silencer is progressing well.”

“What about the prototype?”

“I sent it to the military school in Tijuana. I think the cadets are using it by now so they’re probably used to it.”

A day later he meets Kim Chang-su and Ahn Jung-geun.

Then you can ask how the scope and silencer perform.

I started drinking tea with Lee Hoi-young and talking about other topics.

Because I was quite curious about what kind of thoughts he had.

* * *

“How have you been?”

I started walking around the miniature room with a small scene of the downtown area of ​​the Korean Empire with Kim Chang-su and Ahn Jung-geun.

“Okay. How is life in Mexico?”

“It’s similar to the West except it’s a little hotter.”

“Well it’s at a lower latitude so it’s probably hotter than here.”

I entered a room that resembled the downtown area of ​​Pyongyang and asked them.

“Have you thought about it?”

I gave them homework.

if

During this visit to Pyongyang he asked how the sniper would escape the country if he had shot Ito.

“You’re not planning on reporting to me a route that won’t work are you?”

Kim Gu and Ahn Jung-geun used their heads and reported their ideas to me.

It wasn’t very satisfying but isn’t a good start half the battle?

As your sniping skills improve and you gain more information and local manpower to help you maybe you’ll hear a more satisfying plan next time?

“As I said before you can’t abandon people. When you’re deployed on a mission you must find an escape route that will save your allies.”

“yes.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

I revealed the new room to them.

Unlike last time this time not only the cities of the Korean Empire but also other cities overseas were implemented as miniatures.

An Jung-geun and Kim Chang-su also seem to have noticed this.

“Where is this place?”

“One of Ito’s next destinations. Harbin.”

I continued talking crossing my arms.

“The time is near. Ito will probably visit Russia before the end of summer. He will take the train and pass through Harbin here. More information will be available in about a fortnight but I am sure of it. We have agents in Russia.”

I pointed to Harbin Station with a long stick expecting Ito to stop by here.

“Just make a plan for now. You guys are my second best option. If my original plan fails I’ll use you guys so just know that.”

“yes.”

Then he handed them a document the size of a notebook that they could carry around in their arms.

“What is this?”

“License to kill.”

“!”

The two of them looked at me with expressions like they had exclamation marks on their heads.

“The Japanese and traitors who are occupying our country. When you punish them it will be proof that you did it on my orders. It means that I will take responsibility for everything.”

So let’s move carefully.

Especially do not use people like consumables.

“What is the number inside this?”

“These are the numbers of the agents who will be appointed in the future. We haven’t decided on one yet. Do you have a preferred number? I’ll change it for you.”

An Jung-geun looked at me and answered.

“I like number 44. I will approach it with the mindset of killing all my enemies.”

“You?”

When I looked at Kim Chang-soo he told me an unexpected number.

“I like number 9.”

“Why?”

“Don’t they say that foxes have nine lives? As Your Majesty said I want to live long and see our country truly independent. That’s why I think the number nine would be good.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Yes. Your numbers are 44 and 9 respectively. I’ll write them down.”

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