Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Song Xiaolian was right. It was Zhao Chuanxin who drove away the Russians.

How did he drive it away?

"Come out, come out..."

"Who are you?" A tall, muscular Russian man emerged from the shack and asked in blunt Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and put a big armband on his chest.

Snapped……

The tall and round man was knocked to the ground by Zhao Chuanxin with a slap.

Zhao Chuanxin yelled and scolded: "You guys from Male Gobi, I am the prefect here. Who asked you to cross the border and build shacks, but you are still farming here?"

"You, this..."

The Tsarist Russian man was not very fluent in the language and could only speak in half a sentence.

Angrily, he turned back to the shack and took out a knife.

Just as he raised the knife, the muzzle of Shui Lianzhu hit him on the cheek: "Look at you, you're such a scumbag, what do you want to do?"

Crying...

The knife fell to the ground.

Behind the man, another woman and child came out of the shack.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the oil barrel, flicked his fingers, and a bunch of kerosene fell on the shack.

Zhao Chuanxin snapped his fingers.

call……

The shack caught fire.

The man's eyes immediately turned red: "My property, my money..."

After saying that, he was about to rush inside, but was stopped by the woman.

Because the fire suddenly grew bigger and was raging out of control.

If people come in, they must not be burned to death?

The man turned around and picked up the knife on the ground: "I will fight with you..."

boom……

The man was shot in the forehead and died with his eyes open.

Without blinking, Zhao Chuanxin pulled the bolt and pointed at the woman and child: "Go north. If you see a shack, go in and call someone!"

In this way, Zhao Chuanxin drove all the way.

There were only two people at first, but later the team grew to hundreds of people, a huge crowd.

The crowd was sobbing, crying, and cursing.

In the distance, two knights came riding.

After approaching, the two men reined in the reins and shouted in Mongolian and Chinese respectively on horseback: "That bandit in front, put down your weapon, otherwise we will shoot."

Zhao Chuanxin was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he just raised his gun and shot.

boom!

One person fell from his horse.

Zhao Chuanxin casually pulled over a Tsarist Russian woman to stand in front of him and pulled the bolt calmly.

The man opposite saw his companion and was shot dead.

At this distance, he was not sure of hitting, but the opponent fired without saying a word, obviously having confidence in his marksmanship.

His two legs trembled, and he began to turn the horse's head and prepare to run away.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed the woman away and took aim.

boom!

倒！

The crowd was in an uproar and cursed.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth, held two bullets in his mouth, and loaded the gun into the chamber.

"Continue to go!"

An old lady stumbled out of the crowd and knelt down to Zhao Chuanxin: "Heroes, we are all innocent people, please don't hurt us. We have lived here for several years..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at her sideways: "How many years have you lived here, and this is your home territory? Get out of here, who are you with this paralyzed old man?"

When the old lady heard this, her originally pitiful expression suddenly changed, and she said ferociously: "We are going against the grain, and our soldiers will avenge us..."

Zhao Chuanxin's teeth were sharp: "Mal Gobi, relying on me and selling my old age will not be a threat, right? Damn it, if there is a Tsarist Russian in my territory, I will make you and your dog and chicken uneasy, and your whole family will die!"

As he said that, Zhao Chuanxin took the bayonet from Shui Lianzhu and put it into the old woman's eyes.

puff...

The old woman collapsed on the ground, her ferocious face turning into the fear before death.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid of her threat at all.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes flashed fiercely, he raised his head and looked around: "Who is there again?"

"No one jumps out, so get out of here quickly, or anyone who steps too slowly will break his legs!"

One person chased more than a hundred people, and those who could jump were killed by Zhao Chuanxin.

From the time the sun just emerged in the morning, to the sun at eight or nine o'clock.

Walk diagonally north along the right bank of the Ergun River.

The crowd is like a snowball, growing bigger and bigger.

One hundred people became two hundred, four hundred.

Some people started to run away.

Zhao Chuanxin had enough free time to shoot on the spot.

boom!

Some people were whispering to each other, but Zhao Chuanxin turned a blind eye.

Then several men slowed down their pace, and when they approached Zhao Chuanxin, they suddenly burst into rebellion at the same time.

With a sneer on his lips, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and kicked sideways, raising his brown cloak.

boom!

"puff……"

A man flew upside down like a cannonball, landed eight meters to the ground, and slid three meters across the grass. He vomited blood and his face was like gold paper.

With the bayonet forward, the other man looked down at the murder weapon at his diaphragm, and the light in his eyes dissipated.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and punched the other person's Adam's apple.

Click...

The man's eyes bulged, and he fell down clutching his Adam's apple.

The last person, seeing something bad, was so frightened that he could not move as if he had stepped into a swamp.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't intend to let him go, so he suddenly took action, inserting three fingers wearing gauntlets into the other person's mouth, and pulled hard to one side.

laugh……

This is somewhat terrifying.

Everyone watched in horror as the man's cheek was torn open and bleeding profusely.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the opponent's hair and knocked him in the face with a knee.

puff……

倒！

"Anyone else jumped out? Didn't keep walking!"

His marksmanship is like a god, and when he moves his hands, it's like an adult hitting a little friend.

After walking for about half an hour, there were dozens more people in the queue.

On the left bank of the Ergun River, a patrolling Tsarist Russian soldier saw the huge team and asked loudly what happened.

They didn't see the "shepherd" Zhao Chuanxin behind them.

Most people looked at the other side with pleading eyes or winked frequently.

But the river is too wide and it’s too far to see clearly.

Finally, someone couldn't help shouting: "Help us..."

This is the only savior along the way.

The soldiers on the opposite side suddenly changed their expressions and raised their guns one after another.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, everyone was very good at it, so how about making gestures?

He walked slowly into the crowd, using people as cover. He pulled a piece of hair from the head of the woman in front of him and held it between his fingers for observation.

No wind.

He raised his gun and shot!

boom.

On the other side of the 100-meter-wide river, a man fell down.

The Russian soldiers were in an uproar.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

they shouted.

The crowd here started to commotion.

However, when the crowd moved, Zhao Chuanxin also moved with it.

What's annoying is that none of these people are as fast as him.

With a pair of long legs, walking can be compared to others running, and trotting can be compared to others running fast.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin stood still, raised his gun and shot again.